Interactive Story 1

My mother always told me I shouldn't play with my food, and I should have listened. Being a knight was all that I wanted growing up, and when I finally achieved that goal, it was a disappointment. Too much work, too much war, never enough ladies or rewards. You would think that knights would have women flocking after them, but no, when you live half-way between your King's kingdom and the enemy, either peasants blame you for the war or call you enemy. Except for one.

Her eyes were blue crystals and hair spins of gold. She walked in filth and wore bags for clothes. She didn't talk like a peasant though. Her grace nearly brought me to my knees when I saw her, and when she smiled, I knew she was going to be mine. Her hands were smooth, never seemed to have been worked, and her skin was fair without a blemish. She was a princess in my eyes, so I began to call her such. She laughed at me the first time, and the sound nearly drove me mad.

A week had gone by and I was within her home, away from my encampment. Most of the lads thought I was crazy, some making bets that I would desert the cause. Make no mistake, that was never on my to do list, no matter how much heart I had given this Princess already. She never told me her real name, saying she preferred when I called her Princess. So I did, thinking nothing of it. That night, she told me she wanted to marry me, and the fantasy shattered. My reaction was bad. I had laughed at her.

Her reaction was worse, before I knew it, I was outside in mud and filth. She called me a pig, a con man, someone who was garbage. I accused her of being inhospitable towards King's Knights, and she slapped me. Slamming the door tightly shut, I began walking back to the others. To me, she was supposed to be something to spend the time until we moved, to bad she didn't see it that way. Unknown to me, that slap had clawed away skin and bled as I walked.

Half-way to the encampment, my stomach began to squeeze and twist painfully. Letting out gasps of air, I stopped against a tree. My body was sweaty and the area began to sway beneath my feet. Everything hurt and I swore the b*tch poisoned me. Trying to call for help, my voice sounded strange, gruttle and loud, louder than I ever screamed before. Fear took over, that wasn't my voice. Letting out another pained scream, I felt blood fill my mouth as teeth fell away.

I fell to all fours with a moan, as my body began to break in on itself. Before I knew it, I was laying in a puddle of blood as something was changing inside me. This wasn't normal and I should have known when the others said the woman wasn't special. They couldn't see her beauty or her hair of gold. She was a witch and this was my punishment for disobeying a creature of power. The only thing I hoped for before my mind went black was that this curse wasn't horrible.

[You may choose either of two paths this knight will take: revenge or question]
[You may choose either of three events when the knight awakes: swarmed, captured, or buried]