The Bandit King knocked the young knight from his horse, and scoffed as he lay crumpled in the dust.
The knight fought to get air back into his lungs, certain that he was about to die uselessly far from home.
He thought of his mentor, the princess who trained him and sent him out to do Justice. He thought of something she’d told him once.
A knight isn’t a warrior who can’t be defeated. They’re someone who stands back up every time they’re knocked down.
He rose to his knees and struggled to his feet. He had work to do.