Hold fast little light, I will protect you!
The tempest tore through the castle's shattered halls. Streams of pelting rain cascaded inward, deluging the tumbled stones and the crumpled, unconscious form of the elf girl.
Kaikema, the burly knight, huddled over her comatose body, his sturdy shield raised like an awning. "Hold fast, little light," he muttered fiercely. "I will protect you, until the sun returns to dispel this foul darkness."