PESTILENT: Prologue
PROLOGUE
The armored Knight rode through the eerie forest, his metal armor gleaming in the moonlight as it creaked in the silence. His noble quest was to rescue the imprisoned Princess, taken captive by a nefarious dark sorcerer. Despite the warnings of the treacherous journey that lay ahead, he was unwavering in his determination to save the monarch. With his sword drawn, he advanced toward the ominous citadel.
As he approached the foreboding fortress, peculiar noises emanated from within, resembling mournful moans and groans. The Knight's grip on his blade tightened as he ventured further into the keep, shadows flickering ominously around him. In the dimly lit chamber, he finally spotted the damsel in distress. She lay upon a bed, her skin pallid, and her eyes vacant.
"Princess!" he exclaimed, rushing to her side. "I've come to rescue you!"
The Princess remained motionless, her vacant gaze revealing a transformation that had robbed her of her true self. Alarmed, the Knight turned his attention to the unsettling sounds in the darkness. With a heavy heart, he faced the figures emerging from the gloom, their eyes glowing eerily. Moonlight pierced through a crack in the fortress, revealing grotesque creatures with pallid skin and sunken eyes. With unwavering resolve, he battled these sinister minions, fending them off with his shining blade.
Having vanquished the foul creatures, the Knight pressed on, determined to confront the malevolent sorcerer. The wizard, a tall and gaunt figure with a long black beard, stood over the Princess with outstretched hands.
"You cannot defeat me," the mage declared. "I wield the power of the night!"
With determination, the Knight charged at the sorcerer, surprising him with a hidden mythical spell of his own. Their clash was fierce, and in the end, the Knight emerged victorious, the sorcerer's body turning to dust. With a triumphant sigh of relief, the Knight turned to the Princess.
Taking her frail hand, he reassured her, "I'm here to take you home."
A weak smile graced the Princess's lips as she whispered, "Thank you. I knew you would come."
With the rescued Princess in his arms, the Knight exited the dungeon and mounted his trusty steed. He carried her back to her kingdom, restoring her rightful place as the beloved Princess. The Knight's bravery had broken the sorcerer's curse, bringing much-needed peace to the kingdom. However, he knew that the battle against evil was never truly over.
The newfound peace proved fleeting. Over time, the Princess's behavior grew increasingly bizarre, as she roamed the castle at night, often in the company of unearthly creatures from the graveyard. Fear and unease gripped the empire as rumors of her strange actions spread.
One fateful night, the Princess, unable to control her monstrous urges, attacked the Knight. Desperate to protect himself, he fought back without his armor, but she proved too formidable. She bit him, and soon, he began to transform into her likeness. The once-heroic Knight was now a monstrous version of the Princess.
Under the Princess's command, legions of the undead emerged from the graves, descending upon the realm. The people valiantly fought back, but the tide of undead was overwhelming. The castle fell to the ghastly forces, and the Princess emerged victorious. Her reign was marked by terror and cruelty, and her subjects lived in constant fear. The curse of the sorcerer had come full circle, and darkness reigned once more.
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