”Before the sunsets on your 19th birthday! Thou shall prick your finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel and into a sleep like Death! A sleep from which you will never awaken!”

19 years later, it happened. And only a kiss of true love can save you. You are lying on the bed, under your deep death-like slumber. You woke up as you felt the soft lips of the Dark Elf.

“I’ve waited so long to just to kiss you..” he whispered as you opened your eyes.