Purple knight stands tall and proud. With the help of his sword and magic, he fights the hordes and beasts that attack his kingdom. He kills enemies left and right; killing any monster that threatens to destroy the peaceful Kingdom of Vascolândia.

After a final battle, he turns around and spots two figures standing on top of a hill. One is a young man dressed in dark blue, and the other is an old man dressed in white robes. They look familiar, but he can't identify them. He decides it must be their presence that has him so confused.

"What are you doing here?" The man speaks first. His voice is deep and resonant.

The purple knight simply replies, "I was sent to kill all the monsters that threaten our people."

"But there were none so far on the borders of your realm." The old man looks at him, then at the two figures beside him. He seems to recognize one of them too, judging by the way he stares at her.

She is not as tall as the purple knight, but not much shorter either. Her long green hair flows freely behind her as if it has no weight or purpose. She wears no shirt, exposing her lean, tanned arms and legs. In fact, she doesn't even have sleeves on her tunic. Her dark violet eyes study the warrior before her, assessing him. The knight holds her gaze and waits for her response, knowing he's probably about to face another challenger.

The young woman looks past the purple knight to where the old man is standing. Then she looks back at the purple knight, smiling slightly. "My name is Naminé," she introduces herself.

"Naminé? I haven't heard of a Naminé." A frown crosses the purple knight's face, though his expression remains impassive.

Naminé chuckles softly, looking at the floor for a moment before looking back at him. "It wasn't my choice to become a knight, remember? I was sent to protect these lands from the evil creatures that attack our kind."

The purple knight's brows furrow in confusion. He knows that humans don't use magic to fight their battles, but she claims she has used some form of sorcery to fight monsters before. That doesn't make sense... Unless her true form is some kind of magical beast, which he doubts. Even so, the strange occurrence is unsettling.

The purple knight gets rid of his confusion by focusing on what he needs to do to keep killing monsters. The old man steps forward, reaching out to shake. "I am King Garon, Ruler of Vascolândia."

The purple knight takes the king's hand, giving it a firm squeeze. This causes the old man to shiver slightly, and shows how tight his grip is. "Nice to meet you, Your Majesty. My name is Purple Knight."

Garon nods to the purple knight and lets go of his hand. "Well, it's certainly a pleasure to finally meet someone who could defeat these monsters. If there's anyone better equipped to protect our Realm than you, it would be you."

Purple knight bows respectfully. "You honor me, Your Majesty."

King Garon looks at the young knight, studying his face closely. "I know it might take a while for you to get used to calling others by their names, but I'd like you to call me by mine if you could. You can call me Garon, or His Highness for short. these formalities here."

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He looks at Naminé and the young man beside her. "That goes for both of you. Now, I'm sure you two have a lot of questions, so why don't we retire to someplace more comfortable? We'll talk more after breakfast."

Naminé smiles brightly. "That sounds wonderful!"

"So am I," replies the purple knight.

His smile quickly fades as the three of them start heading towards a large log cabin that appears to be surrounded by a protective barrier of some sort. He watches as King Garon easily passes through the barrier, followed by the rest of his group. After a brief hesitation, he follows suit, taking his time to close the distance between himself and his new companions.

As they pass through the barrier, the purple knight notices that Naminé wears clothes similar to his. It appears she is a commoner, perhaps one who was captured while crossing the border. Judging by her attire, she probably belongs in the city. Despite this, her outfit strongly reminds him of something he has seen before.

The young woman has a sword strapped to her back and carries a shield. Though, unlike him, she doesn't carry a spear, though he suspects she'll find one soon. Her blond hair falls loose over her shoulders, swaying slightly as she walks. Her bright red lips move as she speaks to the young man beside her. He listens intently to what she is saying and responds with gentle smiles and nods of affirmation.

When he finally realizes that her eyes are glued to his, he quickly pulls away. As much as he admires the beauty of the landscape, he cannot lose focus.

Garon leads the group of travelers through an archway in the wall. On closer inspection, the arch is decorated with images made of vines and leaves. It's quite intriguing, especially since the symbols painted on the door appear to be ancient.

In contrast to the beautiful landscape that surrounds them, the interior of the small house is quite dark. Large, heavy curtains hang over each window to block out light, and every surface in the room is covered in cobwebs and dust.

As they enter the house, the young man steps forward to light several lanterns. The princess stays behind the doors as they settle into chairs placed around the fireplace.

They are interrupted by a knock on the front door. The young man runs to open it and reveals that the person outside is a boy who is no more than eight or nine years old.

"Hello," he says happily as the young man lets him in.

The boy looks around curiously, his eyes lingering on the plants in the fireplace. He stops and looks at his mother, who is now sitting on the couch in the living room.

"Good night," replies the young princess. "Would you like some tea?"

"Yes please! It'll warm us up a bit," he replies excitedly.

"Very well. Please help yourself.