Chapter 2: The First Patrol

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The next day, I found myself standing at the city gates, ready for my first patrol as a knight. The weight of my greatsword rested against my shoulder, a constant reminder of the responsibility I now carried. The city was bustling with activity, merchants setting up their stalls, children playing in the streets, and townsfolk going about their daily lives.

As I walked through the city, I couldn't help but feel a sense of purpose. I was here to protect these people, to ensure their safety and uphold justice. My eyes scanned the crowd, searching for any signs of trouble. I knew that being a knight meant more than just swinging a sword; it meant being vigilant and observant, always ready to act when needed.

Suddenly, a commotion caught my attention. A group of bandits had cornered a young woman in a narrow alleyway. Without hesitation, I rushed towards them, my greatsword gleaming in the sunlight. The bandits turned to face me, their eyes widening in fear.

"Leave her alone," I commanded, my voice steady and firm. "Or face the consequences."

The bandits hesitated for a moment, but their greed got the better of them. They lunged towards me, their weapons raised. With a swift motion, I swung my greatsword, its blade slicing through the air. The bandits fell one by one, their weapons clattering to the ground.

The young woman looked at me with gratitude in her eyes. "Thank you, Sir Cyran," she said, her voice filled with relief. "You saved my life."

I nodded, a sense of satisfaction washing over me. This was what being a knight was all about - protecting the innocent, standing up against injustice, and making a difference in people's lives.

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