I once held the hand of a prince. A strong, beautiful prince with a wild smile and wilder eyes. With a loud, clear voice and a heart full of kindness and empathy. And a thirst for adventure that could not be quenched.

I was content with my place at his hip, wielded to protect his country, the world, from threats big and small.

Together we slayed the Demon Lord, in his hand I cut him down.

I thought we would die together in glorious battle too...

But one day he was stabbed in the back where I couldn't reach him. And when I refused to be held by the hand that betrayed and killed him I was sealed away under a mountain.

For centuries I laid alone with nothing but the memories of my prince.

And then I opened my eyes.