The Freedom of Sir Arthas
With a “Snicker, Snacker!” the tentacled thing fell. A visceral glistening, now left far behind. Blade dripping, the slayer moved on through the cave, nearly blind. Then he saw her, lost and alone.
“Who am I?” She said, and seeing her head, he knew what had befallen her.
“You are Viscencia, heir to the throne. Your mother sent me here to bring you home.”
“I desire no throne, but to see this new world.” She said, not feeling alone. He agreed, with a hungry grin in his eyes. They set out, as he brandished his sword to protect his prize.