Power of the Magic Sword pt. II

The situation is beginning to seem hopeless for the honourable troops of the Ageless Kingdoms: the dark lord Zxhaggarath triumphs on the battlefield, his black blade sowing chaos and fear among the armies. All of a sudden, a clear voice is heard from the entrance of the cave. "Thy time hath come, Zxhaggarath. I'm here to kick some serious ass!" Everybody holds their breath as the Lord of Blackness turns around to duel with the young hero Alvar, who wields now a glimmering magical sword.

"Impossible...", mutters king Potatismus, "...he has found the Magic Sword... but how?"

The clash of two magical blades, one of light and one of darkness, echoes in the mountains like thunder. The air is filled with magical lightning as ancient energies from deep beneath the ground meet... Then it happens. Zxhaggarath makes a quick, unexpected move and disarms Alvar, whose sword lands on the edge of a canyon, too far for Alvar to reach. The dark lord laughs demonically, but just as he is about to impale the exhausted young hero with a single strike, the Magic Sword somehow appears in Alvar's hand in a flash of blue light. With his very last ounce of strength, he thrusts it in Zxhaggarath's heart (if there is any). After a terrible roar of agony the monster is gone.

A single hero has saved the world again, the ancient prophecy of light is fulfilled. This moment of glory is to echo in the halls of history for millenia after millenia... and to be told again and again for children of the future. Behold the power of the Magic Sword!