Distinction

Perceval had been looking to prove himself as a knight. The others of the round table had slayed dragons and saved kingdoms, but he had yet to distinguish himself. One day at a tavern, he finally heard of a maiden captured by a witch. He bravely made his way into her lair and found the damsel with relative ease, but they were discovered before escaping. Perceval charged as the witch cast a spell. Perceval prevailed, but the spell’s damage had been done. His body had been destroyed and his soul had been pushed into the body of the maiden. As he placed his armor over her tattered dress, he wondered what had happened to the maiden’s soul. He felt like a total failure, but he figured he was certainly distinct from all the other knights now at least!