The White Knight

Fallen in flames

Fallen in flames

I was just a young girl when I first entered the convent. My parents, not truly devout followers of the faith but my mother believed that the convent would be the best place for me to grow and learn. And so, they entrusted me to the care of the sisters, hoping that I would find solace and purpose within those hallowed walls.

As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, I immersed myself in the teachings of the sisters. Sister Margaret, the head of the convent, insisted that my mind be sharp, that I learn everything from theology to literature. But little did she know that Sister Grace had been secretly teaching me something else.

In the quiet corners of the convent, away from prying eyes, Sister Grace taught me the art of defense. She showed me how to wield a sword, how to throw a punch, and how to protect myself from any danger that may come my way. At first, I was confused by her actions. Why would a nun teach me such skills? But Sister Grace knew something that Sister Margaret did not.

She knew that there would come a time when I would be forced to fight. The world outside the convent was not a safe place, and throwing a book at every problem would not save me in the end. Sister Grace wanted to prepare me for that day, to ensure that I would be able to defend myself and those I cared about.

Months turned into years, and I grew stronger both in mind and body. I became adept at the art of defense, and Sister Grace's teachings became ingrained in my very being. But little did I know that the day she had been preparing me for would come sooner than expected.

One sunny day, I decided to visit the bustling market just outside the convent walls. As I strolled through the stalls, admiring the vibrant colors and fragrant scents, a voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Excuse me, miss. Are you from the convent?" a young man asked, his eyes filled with curiosity.

Surprised by his question, I nodded. "Yes, I am. How did you know?"

He smiled warmly. "I have heard tales of the wise sisters who reside there. I was hoping to learn more about their teachings."

Intrigued by his enquiring mind, I engaged in a short conversation with the young man. He seemed genuinely interested in the convent's teachings, and I found myself sharing stories and insights with him. Little did I know that this conversation would change everything.

As I made my way back to the convent, a sense of unease washed over me. The usually bustling streets were now empty, and an eerie silence hung in the air. My heart raced as I approached the convent, only to find it engulfed in flames. Panic set in, and I frantically searched for any sign of life.

But all I found were charred remains and the overwhelming stench of death. My worst fears stood before me. It seemed as though everyone had perished in the fire. Tears welled up in my eyes as grief and anger consumed me. Who or what could have caused such a tragedy?

With a heavy heart, I vowed to find out the truth. I would seek justice for my fallen sisters, for Sister Grace who had taught me so much, and for all those who had lost their lives that fateful day. My quest for answers had begun, and nothing would stand in my way.

As I set out into the unknown, armed with the skills Sister Grace had instilled in me, I knew that my journey would be filled with danger and uncertainty. But I was determined to uncover the truth, no matter the cost. The fire that had destroyed the convent had ignited a fire within me, a burning desire for justice.

And so, with a heavy heart and a resolute spirit, I embarked on my mysterious quest, prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead. The truth awaited me, and I would not rest until I found it.