Fireflies danced in time with the Celtic folk like melody drifting from the enchanted forest. There stood Sir William Geneviere, peacefully listening to his younger sister Arionna Geneviere play her favorite song on her violin for their late parents; an annual tradition of sorts. Suddenly William halted the young girl's playing as the forest grew quiet, indicating a predator approached.

William readied his Zweihänder, and stood poised to strike like a coiled snake after prey. Then all at once the ground vibrated as an angry grunt sounded the arrival of an ogre.

"Worry not Arionna. Keep playing. I shall make quick work of this uninvited guest."

William reassured his sister, as she merely nodded with her doll-esque features and continued her song.

With one final cleave of his Zweihänder, Sir William Geneviere cut down the massive ogre that dare impede upon his time with his dear younger sister at their parents' gravesite. He then flicked his two handed blade clean of the crimson flow that now cascaded down the tip, before raising it again in defense of the safety of his younger sibling.

"Who goes? Announce yourself quickly."

The young King-to-be commanded with authority; though he gave pause upon seeing the unintentional intruder.