• Prologue

    There lived a small girl in the small town of Draynor with her grandfather. Her name was Momsrascal92. She didn’t know her parents well. Her mother died from an illness one year after she was born. She knew even less of her father. Her grandfather often changed the subject when she asked about him. She was six at the time so she didn’t bother to wonder why he avoided her questions. All she knew at the time is that her father wasn’t there for her, leaving her grandfather to care for her. Her grandfather always thought that knowledge was power so he taught her everything he could. He sent her to school at the age of seven.

    Chapter 1

    It was Momsrascal’s tenth birthday. There was a half eaten cake on the table. “Ready to open your present?”, her grandfather asked. “Yeah!”, Momsrascal excitedly replied. Her grandfather handed her a small box. Momsrascal unwrapped it quickly. She opened the box and inside was a gold locket. She opened it and inside was a small topaz shard. “A good luck shard!” Momsrascal exclaimed. She gave her grandfather a hug. There was a knock at the door. A ragged looking man was at the door. “Come in.” Said her grandfather, inviting the strange man into his home. “Momsrascal, why don’t you go upstairs and play for a bit?” Grandfather said. Momsrascal went upstairs for a little while. After what seemed like hours, her grandfather came upstairs. “Who was that man?” Momsrascal wanted to know. Grandfather took a deep breath. “It’s time I finally told you the answers to your questions that I had put off for so long. It is your birthday and you seem mature enough to understand now.” Grandfather said in an almost hushed tone. “You like epic stories of heroes and swordplay right?” Grandfather asked. “Yeah.” Momsrascal replied. “I used to be a white knight before you were born. That man you saw was a white knight in disguise. In fact my father was a white knight and his father was a white knight as well. Those two rune long swords in the case are heirlooms of our family.” Grandfather said. “Wow.” Momsrascal said. “Wow is right. Anyway, I don’t fight any more because I’m not the spring chicken I used to be but I still lead missions against the black knights.” Grandfather said. “Black knights?” Momsrascal curiously asked. “They are evil zamorakian scum.” Grandfather said with such a stern tone it looked like he might spit. “One day you might just be leading the fight against them.” Grandfather said. Momsrascal yawned. It was rather late as she was getting somewhat tired. “Good night Momsrascal.” Grandfather said. “Goodnight Grandpa!” Momsrascal replied.

    two years later…

    Momsrascal has taken interest in learning to fight with two swords. Her grandfather wouldn’t let her use the real swords yet so he trained her with wooden practice swords. She felt invincible wielding the two swords. Little did she know, this training will be necessary of her real soon…

    One day Momsrascal came home early from school. “Grandpa, I’m home!” Momsrascal exclaimed. “Grandpa?” Momsrascal called out. She saw a note on the table and immediately grabbed it. “Dear Momsrascal, If you are reading this then I am already gone. Your time to shine has come. I hope the little training you had did you some good. Goodbye Momsrascal.” Momsrascal averted her eyes from the letter to her grandfather’s corpse with a black sword through his back. Tears filled her eyes. She pulled out the black sword which was bloody to the hilt with her grandfather’s blood. Suddenly, something within her seemed to snap in half. Her terror and grief turned into a desire to put an end to the black knight’s dark deeds all while avenging her grandfather. “I’ll finish what you began Grandpa! I promise!” Momsrascal promised the corpse. She grabbed the two swords from the case set out.