=> Be the Knight.
You successfully become the Knight, but right now, you hate being a Knight.
You roll out of bed, the young sunlight meeting your eyes. You have a patrol today. Why can't there just be one day where you can just rest your sore muscles?
At some point when you were rolling out of bed, you forgot to use your legs, and the floor runs up to meet you. You really don't care, as long you're laying down again, and you start to drift off again-
Before your brother bursts into your quarters, making you jolt up, limbs getting tangled in the blankets. "Jaaaaaade," he chants, holding onto the door and lolling his head back. "Cap's gonna lose it if you're late, sis. Gear up."
"Yeah, yeah, just go away," you say groggily. He groans and leaves your room, leaving you to take off your simple sleeping clothes and throw on your light armor you use for morning patrols like this. It's not like you'll make it into a war this early in the day. You, uh, you hope not at least. The armor, despite meaning to be light, is clunky and doesn't allow you to move very much. You're notorious for wearing different clothes underneath and the taking off your arms once you're deep enough into the patrol path.
As soon as you're garbed and ready, you leave your quarters, other rooms in the hallway labeled according to their residents. Next door is your brother John, across from you is your close friend Jake, and next door to him is Dirk, who you and John affectionately refer to as Cap. He's also the prince, and he makes sure that your garrison knows it. All the time. He treats you with utmost respect, however (as it should be) because you are unarguably the best in your crowd.
You leave the hallway, entering the commons area for a short briefing before you mount your horses. By short, you mean super short. Cap tells you that he'll be off today for "princely duties" and that you'll lead the patrol, as always. And that's that.
Your steed a magnificent white stallion that was bred especially for you. You take great pride in him, and you were even allowed to name him yourself. You jump onto majestic Bequerel and start at a slow trot through town after you leave the commons, but the break into a full run once you're past the city wall, John and Jake branching off somewhere else. The quicker you're done with this, the quicker you can go back to sleep.
Jade => Be the Witch.
It's wizard. You're not some pansy dress-wearing pointy hat lady.
Your name is Dave. You are a wizard. You also got hit with a stray hunter's arrow in the stomach earlier, but that's besides the point. You're gonna find that guy and maybe use some spells on him. That'll scare him off, show him not to miss his prey. Er, well, maybe you were his prey. Wizards don't have too good of a reputation in the neighboring kingdom. Something about black magic? Any other time, you could remember what the issue was, but for some reason you can't really think straight right now. Maybe you'll just sit against this tree. Maybe take a nice little nap, clear your head a bit-
And then you hear the thundering of castle horses. Correction, horse. It's just one. By the sound of the steps, it's pretty big, and a feminine voice is commanding it. "Bec, stop!" she says, and moments after, the loud gaits change to hurried running steps over to you. You barely open one eye and see a girl about your age, thick black hair creeping over her shoulder as she looms over you. Her green eyes are full of worry. Are you dead already?
"Oh, no, what happened?" she asks quietly, tilting your chin up. You only make some sort of noise, and you're not even sure what you meant to say there. With this, she only grows more visibly worried, and gets up, rushing to her horse. Is she leaving? No, she's tearing some cloth from her shirt, bringing a small dagger back over to you. She's bringing it to your stomach oh my god she's going to kill you-oh. She's just getting your shirt away from the arrow. Once she cuts around it, she carefully breaks the arrow with her hands close to where it enters your gut, receiving a cry of pain from you. She cringes.
