Prolouge
Deep in the fields of rural Wisconsin in the dead of winter a young man was going about finishing the chores for the week with the cleaning of the spare room. Within this room was a lot of family trinkets and items that had been gathering dust for decades in the attic of the family farm. Evan was tasked this day with the chore of cleaning up the attic and had been at it all day. His family was a large one that was proud of its members and always saved important items to remember great accomplishments in the members' lives. Well in the back of this place of dust and cobwebs was the newest addition, a great wardrobe gifted to his grandfather by a distant cousin from back in Scotland. There was a whole legend that the thing held magic that would only work for special members of the family. As Evan made his way to the large piece of history there was a thruming in the air making it seem to shimmer in the light of the lone light bulb to shed light upon the room. The young man just put it off as dust in the air from all his dusting and moving of the items up there. As he opened the wardrobe a portal split the veil between worlds sheering the veil in such a way caused great suction into the hole in the veil pulling the surprised young man into its void before zipping closed.
Now deep in the woods of a distant country on a whole new world lay an unconscious young man named Evan. As the sunlight began to land on his closed eyelids did he stir with a groan as the last thing he remembered was cleaning the attic full of all that old stuff from pevious generations of the family and as his memory self nears the new addition of the wardrobe his memory began to grow fuzzy and distored like he was hit on the head. Opening his eyes with a hiss at the offending sun shining straight into his pale blue eyes, quickly shutting them once more as the unrepenttant sun continued to assult his eyes. But as feeling returned to him from the relam of sleep he noticed he wasn't laying on his bed or any furniture of any kind but rather the famliure sensation of the hard floor of a forest with the sticks and rocks littering it met his back.
Sitting up he puts a hand to his forehead with a moan of discomfort as the small headache blossoms into a full-blown attack on his brain. His light brown hair meets his fingers as he shuffles his hand along his forehead. "Ug what happened?" was the first thing out of his mouth as his eyes opened slowly once more to take in the woods he was now in if the sounds of birds and small critters meant anything to his ears. He was a very experienced outdoorsman having been hunting and camping since before he could remember. The sweet songs of the woods on a spring morning met his ears rather than the bitting cold that should have been there for it being the dead of winter. As his eyes adjust to the light he sees that the color green of the grass he is sitting on and the leaves of the trees tells him he is somewhere very far from his home.
Remembering those famous lines from that book and movie 'Don't Panic' in bright gold letters came to his mind he began to asses what he did know. He was in a forest in mid-spring, rather than his family farm in the middle of a harsh winter. It was the early day if the sun's position was to be trusted rather than the late night he remembers last. He's now in a clearing in this strange woods with a small creek flowing along the perimeter on the east side of the clearing filling the air with an undercurrent of the babble of water.
But soon the peaceful sounds of nature quickly began to grow quiet as the sounds of hooves on dirt began to grow louder coming from the west side of the clearing. The clanking of metal on metal could be heard as well as shouted commands to what he would guess were other soldiers. Having had experience with that commanding tone since his father and older sister were in the military. Looking towards the growing clatter of soldiers on horseback grew closer and soon enough out of the brush came the Calvery he had heard. It was a bit jarring for the young man as the soldiers on the backs of the horses were wearing a mix of leather and metal armor like those from medieval times back on earth and they were armed with weapons of similar time periods. Longbows, and swords along with a few daggers on the belts of some of the men and women.
All this took second place in his mind as first was held by the long polearms pointed at him from the leaders of the column as the barked the questions of standard for this kind of situation. "Who are you? What are you doing here?" and so on as the rest of the squad filled into the clearing the soldiers finding him to be unarmed decided to let their mounts have a drink from the stream. While their superiors figured out who the trespasser was. Soon enough the whole clearing had become a small campsite for these soldiers as a storm front began to darken the sky spooking the steeds along with the underlings as Evan was given a small meal after having answered the questions and the leaders one of whom was the Knight-Princess of the country he was now in. When a sudden crack of thunder filled the air and the darkened woods shambled out from behind the trees as the pungent smell of rotten flesh began to fill the clearing as the soldiers began to try and form a defensive position in the clearing as the woods around them filled with more and more shambling figures as the Princess called out that the witch's undead was attacking. That battle was soon going on full. Evan dodged and dived and ducking swings by the undead soldier's sword as the rest of the living fought to defend themselves and their Princess though the small squad was soon overwhelmed leaving only the leader of the knights, the princess, and Evan as the last standing against the undead. Evan was no expert in sword fighting but had wanted to try it when he was little when he found out that his family still had a castle in Scotland with dreams of being a brave knight filling his time.
Still, he was not as skilled or experienced in actual battle and it showed with the few cuts and slashes to his clothing that the undead had managed to land in their shambling attacks. The Princess and the Knight faired far better what with having actual combat experience and armor while Evan was standing with them holding a sword of one of the fallen knights.
Just as the undead began to shamble towards them from all directions a veritable flood of steel came galloping down the trail as a whole company of knights came in to rescue their commander and their princess. Evan was soon hailed as a hero if a lucky one by the nation at having stood in defense of their beloved Princess and Knight Commander against the hordes of the evil Enchantress. The Knight Commander and the Princess prised Evan for aiding in their defense without any actual training or experience in battle. They offered him a place in their guard, offering training and equipment to aid him as they felt he was something special. That their world had been blessed with to defeat these hordes of Undead rising and pillaging the country.
Soon enough Evan was trained up and equipped to fight and began to work with his new friends Knight Commander Devan and his sister Princess Joanne with the pledge to help them ride their country of this evil.