Sir Vulnero Flint is a knight in an army, an army that is in a losing war. His squire is there to help carry him through the war, but when a young boy, who has the same name as Sir Flint, has a dream about them, things will never be the same for the boy. This is my first story and I hope you enjoy. I do have plans on turning this into a novel/novelette, for anyone who is looking for more. As this story goes on, the description will most likely change, I know it sucks.