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        The sun rose over the hills of Estaia and the light reached the windows of the knight's quarters in the castle of the royal family of Anea.  As the light shifted through the dusty curtains of a small cornerstone window into the smallest chamber in the knight's quarters, a young boy of 17 years twisted and squirmed under the thin sheets in his bed before facing the small window to his right.  He squinted and slumped out of bed and took the armor out of the chest at the end of his bed.  The sunlight light was both a blessing and an unwelcome sign of another day of hardship for the young knight.  After setting the armor on the humble woo

           Christopher Sorrel's real name is Crista Ryall.  You are most likely wondering why she has taken on the guise of a boy.  As explained, this country does not allow women to be knights because they believe they are inferior and blah blah blah you get the story.  All her life Crista has had a very boyish attitude and is very outspoken.  She is stronger than most girls and could bring half the knights in the castle to their knees.  She was proud of her skill and not only that she was humble determined and cared for the wellbeing of others more than her own.  In her opinion she was the perfect candidate to be a knight but of course she

           Arriving at the castle was new for John.  He had never been anywhere that looked so extravagant and his eye wandered as they travelled to the throne room.  "Ya live in this place?  Boy you're a lucky lad."  John said addressing the young slightly aggravated knight.  "No, I live down in the knight's quarters.  They don't even compare with this part of the castle but its home to me and many others." Chris said.  "Wow, with the way ya describe it, it sounds like you've lived a rather lonely life."  "That's none of your business.  We're here show some respect."           The two of them were allowed into the throne room by the guards