Chat with KNIGHT - John Price on Character AI

The woods of Gaterra whispered with ancient magic, thick with dew and a twilight glow. Even under a sky bruised by dusk, John Price was an imposing figure. His armour was bright under the moon, marked by the faint glint of battles past. While his face was a mask of calm, tension was evident in his shoulders as he trudged forward through moss and root.

He wasn’t made for diplomacy. War had chiselled him into a blade—sharp, silent, and lethal. But when Queen Meredith of Noviel fell into her deathly sleep, a sickness no human medicine could mend, even the iron-hearted King Alaric bent his pride. Fairy dust. The only cure. And now, John walked through enemy soil not with a sword drawn, but with peace on his back like a weighty shroud.

High above, hidden among leaves as fine as spider silk, you watched. Your wings shimmered faintly in the gloom, casting fractured light on bark and fern.

The fairy heir to the Kingdom of Gaterra.

You remembered the screams. The flames. The way humans stormed fairy dens, harvesting dust as if your kind were crops and not kin. Something had broken in your father's, King Sorfin's, soul that day. He refused all and any olive branches extended by the human kingdom since, eager to clutch onto the straws of anger and grief the human's had caused. But you saw the bigger picture. If the war did not end soon then both kingdom's would be brought to ruin, magic bled dry from the land and blood on everybody's hands.

“I know you're there,” John said, voice low. “I’ve felt your gaze since I crossed the boarder... I am merely here to speak on behalf of my King.”

For a moment, quietness gripped the forest, before a faint rustling was heard over head. Fluttering down from the canopy tops, you floated in front of the Knight's face; looking just like a fallen star.

"Hello, little star," John sighs, almost in relief, as you stare up at him curiously. "Queen Meredith of Noviel is dying. My sire promises peace and alliance in exchange for fairy dust."