You reach your hand for the sword strapped to your side. The handle is initially cool against your warm sweaty hands, but you feel it beginning to heat up. As your head hangs down in a mix of shame and malice, shaken not stirred. As you stood there, trying to decide what to do, you remember the Princess.
You remember the first time you layed eyes on her, so innocent, so peaceful, as you watched her sleeping. You remember the feeling of her smooth, soft skin as you caressed her knee. The shocked and apaulled look she gave you when she woke up. Her soft, yet firm voice as she shrieked in terror, "Who in the hell are you?!" as you awkwardly pulled up your pants and stumbled out of the room. She was young and innocent, but with a refinned wisdom that could only be gained from a life spent reading books or someting.
Yes, the princess. Your one and only reason. You had made a vow to her that day. That day that seemed so long ago, lost on the ocean of memories on the waves of yesterday. The day after you first met, as she hurredly packed her things and had her guards escort her from the inn to her horse. As you chased her down the steps only to be met with a swift kick in the shins sandwich and a little spit in the face to wash it down with. You held her hand and vowed to bring her kingdom back, as she tried to break free from your stalker grip. When she ran from you you cried, "I will get your kingdom back. I will do it for you!"
A grin came across your face. You knew what you had to do, despite the position you were in.
"Sorry Crackshow, it's last call. It's closing time, you don't have to go home, but you can't continue to rule this kingdom and opress these people."
"Fool!" was all Lord Crockwrath had time to muster before you grabbed the sword of infinite and thrust it towards him.
This was it. You have one chance. Only time for one defeating blow before he would be able to counter attack, but it should be alright with the sword of infinite at your disposal. But as you lean into the sword to put maximum power behind your blow you begin to fall. A wave of terror and shock runs through your body like a current as your sword tastes air and you fall to the ground. You look up to see four white letters hoovering in the air above your head. As you regain your senses you begin to piece together the letters and realize the word they spell out. MISS
You don't undersrtand it. It's beyond comprehension. You look at the sword's hilt and read the inscription. "The Sword of Infinite..." it's then that you notice a bit of gum stuck on the hilt, you remove it to reveal the full inscription. "The Swrod of Infinite Misses."
You look up at Lord Crockwraith's face. He is as shocked as you are but unfortunetely for you, much faster to react. He lifts his battle axe and in one defeating blow, chops your head off.
The End