MTLNOVEL Chapter 4: The legend of the shadowed night.
From the age of thirteen, Lysara had slipped beyond the palace walls under the cover of darkness, vanishing into the streets where nobility dared not tread. The kingdom whispered of a masked warrior who roamed the land, striking down bandits who preyed on the helpless. A phantom clad in dark leathers, wielding a sword with unnatural grace—The Shadowed Knight.
She had done so to escape the walls of the castle where each corner reminded her of that dreadful hateful night where she was forced to listen and watch as one of the people, she loved dearly sacrificed not out of familial love but out of greed for power and politics. Power that few knew she had except for few countable ones. She heard the whisper of the King and the reason he gave to try and justify his awful choice and act.
These thoughts and memory usually kept her up at night a memory hidden deep within her and a burden she so chose to carry alone. The only solace she had was the way of the sword and her powers. As she swung the sword during practice it gave her a release and helped release all pent-up anger. Polished her skill with every swing and ultimately became a fully-fledged swordswoman and coupled with the magic she was unstoppable or so since she could not practice out in public, her teacher one of her mom's former bodyguards and the only next person who knew of her secret. That's when she came up with the genius idea.
She had crafted the persona with care, hiding her magic beneath skill and shadow. When she struck, it was swift and efficient, ensuring no one saw more than they should. The common folk spun tales around her, believing her a rogue knight, a vengeful spirit sent to balance the scales of justice. She never corrected them.
By sixteen, she had become legend.
One night, after fending off a group of raiders attacking a merchant caravan, she listened as the survivors spoke of her deeds around a fire, their awe tangible.
"If not for the Shadowed Knight, we'd be dead," one man whispered.
"Aye," another agreed. "Some say he's not a man at all, but a ghost."
Lysara smirked behind her mask, watching from the shadows. If only they knew the truth. The so-called savior and shadow of the righteous was actually of royalty, how would they have reacted? With those thoughts she quickly vanished into the nights using one of her many powers.