I saw a boy around my age, sitting on his horse. He had black hair and azure eyes. He looked familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it. He wore grayish-black armor that had the mark of a commander of a royal squad on it.

"Its been so long since I last saw you, Miranda." he said.

"How do you know my name?" I asked. I ready my hand at my sword side.

"Well, I see that they were right. You truly lost your memories of me when they had exiled me." he responded. I stare at him blankly. "Never on my life would I have ever thought that I would have to reintroduce myself. Well, the name's Cyrus, and when we were young, we were the best of friends."

"Sounds believable," I said, "So, to who do I pay the honor of whoever sent you here, my Father? And on what orders?"

"Well, to be blunt, I was sent here by your Father to hunt down a group of brigands and kill them, and the description was of you guys." he responded. He turned and saw Mark. "See you there Mark. You were always shy around me."

"Should we trust him?" he whispered, "I mean he could've been told our names and used our amnesia to back it up." I glanced at Cyrus.

"Well, I do recognize him, but the memories are vague. I can trust him. I can feel that he isn't lying." I faced Cyrus. "Then on your honor as a knight, duel me. If you win, we'll let you kill us, but you'll let Gwen go. But if we win, you will stay away from us." I challenged.

Cyrus thought for a moment. "Then, on my honor as a knight, I will accept your challenge." he said. His eyes started to tear up a bit. We walk away from each other. 

"No Miranda! You can't do this," Mark yells, "We need to talk about this." I ignore him. I kept my eyes on Cyrus. 

"To make it more fair," I said, "I'll use an average sword. My normal sword is a legendary one."

"Fine by me." Cyrus said. He turned away and got off his mount. He then tied his horse to a nearby tree and turned to face me. "You ready?" he asks.

"Ready as I'll ever be." I replied. I pull out my sword. He does the same. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. My hands were shaking uncontrollably. I got my hands to stop shaking. I open my eyes. He charged at me. As he comes down with a downward slash, I barely manage to block it and jump back. I then bring out a sideward strike, he takes a step back.

As the duel goes on, I saw that he was beginning to loose his footing. 'Now my chance.' I thought. He had slipped on a rock. He fell to the ground. I brought my sword down. I stop it before it hits his shoulder. "You lost." I said. I stared at him. "Now, answer me this: You were hesitating throughout the battle. You were sent to kill us. Am I wrong?" I asked.

"I couldn't do it," he said, "I couldn't bring myself to do it."

"Do what?" I ask, "What couldn't you do?" I held out my hand. He took it. He got up.

"I couldn't kill you, even if it meant to disobey the King's orders. I can't kill a best friend, even if they can't remember me." he answered. He looked away. I felt heat rising into my cheeks. I looked away as I blushed.

I saw Mark giving me his goofy smile. I shook my head. He just nodded. Once I regain control of myself, I turned to face Cyrus, who was now mounting his horse. "Hey, if you can't kill us because of that reason, then why don't you join us?" I asked, "We could use someone like you."

"Well, I have nowhere to go now, and also, I would follow you no matter which choice you would've made." he said, blushing. I was now blushing again. 

So like that, we sent Peter a messenger hawk telling him that we were heading out to the castle. And, now accompanying us, a new member, we rode into the twilight, back towards home. And myself, couldn't figure out what was going on with me. 

And like that, I blushed as we rode into the twilight.