You walked through the hall of heroes after your triumph in the arena... you looked at each of the statues, knowing that soon yours would be there...

However, as you stopped to look at the statue of your mother, a hand with heavy, cold armor rested on your shoulder, followed by a voice that you recognized perfectly

"She would have been proud of you, you are her spitting image"The voice belonged to Jack of blades, nightmare of all Albion...