The Lost Knight

Found her

My POV

I went back to my den I slept in. Walking on all fours as the usual. I've noticed that I had some bruises and cuts. Planning on going to the nearby lake and cleaned the cuts and find some fruits to eat.

At the lake

Looking at my reflection in the water. Seeing the monster I've become. This sad moment doesn't last long until I saw a group of knights.
Great. More peaple to try torture me. I said sarcastically in my head.
The past few days before the encounter with the hikers a group of hunters torchure me. They kick me. They stab me. The wound is still fresh. But I've band aid it up with bandages. They look at me and started to run towards me. I ran and started to find somewhere to hide. Running as I accidentally trip over and hit my injured side. Crying in pain as I hold my side and squeeze it. My hair that was practically a total mess got in the way. They got closer and closer. When they were right behind I scoot back thinking that they would hurt me. But the one with brown hair held out his hand. I reached for it but half way I pulled it back a little. I held his hand and he pull me up.
"Why are you helping me?" I asked getting suspicious.
"That's what knights do." He said with a smile.
My clothing is very old and torn up. My shirt turned into a crock top and my sweat pants turn into a short baggy pants.
"How long have you've been in that?" The girl asked as she point at what I'm wearing.
"Isn't it obvious. For three years."
I did had 6 packs but it wasn't that visible. I cryed in pain as my cut started to hurt more. Blood slowly make its way down my arm.
"We need to take her to the Fortrex. Now!" He commanded.
The one with black hair carried me bridal style as I drifted off to sleep. That's the last thing I remember.