Tristan pulls open the ornate double doors and gazes into the throne room. With one leg on the arm rest, a half-man half-demon lounges a top the throne. Dressed in the darkest of black armor, his bloodlust eyes burn a bright red.

On his right, Princess Gwen, is chained to the throne. Her ballgown is in near tatters and her matted with sweat and blood. She looks up wistfully as Tristan enters.

“So, another has come to rescue the Princess. But you can’t have her. I made a deal with her father, riches beyond his belief, for her freedom. She’s mine now.” The half-demon stood as Tristan walked in and grabbed his two handed long sword that was resting on the other side of the throne.

As Tristan strode closer his eyes gravitated towards the gem encrusted sword the half-demon held. “Where did you get that sword?”

The half-demon seemed taken aback by the question. He paused for a moment before replying, “Actually my father gave it me on my 18th birthday.”

“That’s a 4th century Elvin blade. It’s ore came from the forbidden mountains, the gems decorating it are magic crystals from the deepest of dwarves mines, and it was forged by the gods on the cloud altar,” Tristan said as he admired the blade.

The half-demon leaned back, glanced at his sword, and asked, “how do you know so much about my blade?”

“I’m a sword smith by trade and that is the finest blade I have ever seen.” Tristan’s eyes were glued to the craftsmanship before him. “Is it sharp?”

The half-demon shrugged, “See for yourself,” he replied as his ran the blade clean through Tristan’s belly and out his back.

Tristan looked down at the hilt protruding from his stomach. “Yes, that’s a very nice sword,” he gurgled as he slid off the sword and crumpled to the ground.

The half-demon wiped the blood off the blade using the corpse that was Tristan’s cloak. He started to walk back to the throne glancing up at Princess Gwen.

The Princess, incredulous at the scene that had just played out before her, looked towards Tristan’s life-less body, and angrily shrieked, “What the F-!”