You are jolted awake..
The person who had tripped over you stumbles forward as a horseman
draws his crossbow and takes aim. You look up and the person and find
that they look just like your sister, whose face you vagely remember.
"No!" you scream and jump in front of the arrow as it
screams through the air. It hits you in the side and you fall to the
ground unconcious.
Hours later you awake in a hut with the young woman sitting on the bed
nursing your wounds. "Thank you m'lord, ye saved my life,"
she says quietly. "The horseman ran when my friends came, the
rebel army. We be in a war and ye are asleep on the street.. Tell me,
what is ye name m'lord?" she asks as she tends to your wounds.
"I, I don't know," you respond slowly.
"Well, just sleep now m'lord, maybe it will all come back to ye
in the morning," she says as you drift off to sleep.
You awaken later that day to....
You are jolted awake as someone trips over you. You roll over to see a
group of men riding up on horses.
