Clack, clack. Clack, clack.
The sound of footsteps, and the safety shoes worn by each knight, began to fill the room. Aiden's mind began to delve deep into his long-forgotten memories as soon as he saw that familiar yet now unfamiliar face.
Flashback:
"Sir knight, will my mother and my sister be alright?" He asked with glazed eyes to the person who looks like similar age to his father.
As a knight, he knew very well that holding back feelings was something he needed to do in order not to be played by the enemy. He forgot that he was also too young to go through that. Only 14 years old. Even though they had received early education to overcome all this.
"I do my best to save them Aiden. Your father already entrusts this to me."
"Why can't I follow you? Zayn is younger than me but he can. I good at fighting too."
