As The Prince stumbled down the hall, sleepily following the large bearded knight who had awoken him moments earlier, all he could think about was how he hadnt been up this early in years and how much he hated it. It quickly dawned upon him that the bearded goliath was leading him towards the chamber where his mother and father used to conduct all their business. The THRONE ROOM. This was also the place in which he was usually reprimanded for doing all the things that they considered unbecoming of a prince. He wondered which of his many misdeeds his mother had found out about and would soon be reprimanding him for. He also wondered why this punishment was going to involve such a large immortal knight, and furthermore why it was taking place at such an early hour.
When they reached the chamber, the knight opened the door for him and led him inside. His mother sat in her usual place on her usual throne to the left of where his father usually sat. The prince found it unsettling to see his fathers throne empty. It had been two months since the king was assassinated, despite his snowflake dirge having only been performed yesterday. His mother had seemed extremely distraught to say the least. While the prince was also deeply saddened by the loss of his father, it was hard for him to garner the same emotions as his mother because of the terribly tumultuous relationship he had with his father and king.
As the two approached the dual thrones, the prince realized that his mother was clutching something in her hands. When they reached the foot of the thrones she opened her hand and revealed what looked to be the hilt of a sword. It was very plain looking except for a clear diamond that sat where the yellow crossguard met its brown grip. Without a word the queen handed him the hilt. It was unnaturally light, but at the same time he could feel an undeniable strength, which was quite odd considering the thing was bladeless.
I have a quest for you. The queen explained to him that he was to cross the vast lands of the kingdom to avenge his fathers death by slaying the Dark Rider who had killed the king. The prince was confused, how could he, a lowly noob of a knight defeat someone who had bested his father, who was the greatest fighter hed ever known. The Queen explained that The IMMORTAL HAMMER (the knight who was standing with them presently) would accompany and aid him in his quest, and that the sword she just bequeath him would be unbeatable. The prince didnt understand. This was no sword, twas merely a portion of one, but the queen had an answer.
Think of your father, and the anger you have for the one who slew him. The prince was puzzled, how would this help? He stood silent for a moment, and he thought of his father. At first he could only think of small things, then more memories started to come, and suddenly he started to recall things he hadnt thought of in years. He forgot about the confusing and frustrating past couple years and started to recall all the amazing adventures his father had secretly taken him on when he was young (especially the ones that his mother had forbidden those were the best).
Finally the anger he had been holding back since his fathers death all came out. He looked down to see the diamond turn from clear to a glowing blue, and then he was engulfed in blue light. His mind was transported into bodies of other warriors. All of them fighting bravely in worlds that didn’t seem to resemble his own. One minute he was a green creature with four 4 arms talking to a sentient bag of gas, the next he was a 12 foot tall woman who was embroiled in a heated battle inside of a giant mechanized castle floating in space. Hundreds more followed, and they all had one thing in common. They all wielded a glowing blue sword.
In an instant he was back in the throne room. The prince looked down at the hilt he was holding in his hand, but it wasnt just a hilt anymore. The glowing blue blade of his visions had sprouted from some spectral sheath. He looked up at the queen and she looked back at him. The awestruck prince demanded the meaning of the blade. Stone-faced, the queen responded …its our revenge.