Prisoners are heard screaming with rage throughout the entire prison. “Guards! Guards! Someone is trying to break out the new prisoner!”

Zorn stared down at the dirt-filled water that is now ankle high. “What do you want?” He asked, glancing over at the barred window.

“You have an ocarina isn’t that correct?” The strange man said. After a short pause he continued, “One that can control the faeries.”

Zorn was surprised as he quickly rushed up to the window. “Let me see your face!”
“Hey you!” A guard shouted from the outside. The man takes off. “Sound the alarm! We have an intruder!” Zorn spun around. Even the prison guards exited the prison.

“Damn! I’ll never get out of here.” He sighed, leaning his back up against the cold stone wall. Much to his surprise however the cell door opened as if on cue. Standing there with the cell keys is the little templar boy. “You…”

The boy looked down shamefully. “I…I know I’ll get in trouble for this but that girl…” He imagined the face of crying Sofia. Zorn is silent. “My name is Tim.”

“Much appreciated for the rescue Tim, but without my sword I’m still a sitting duck.”

“Oh no. I also…” He vanished and reappeared with Zorn’s sword from the other side of the wall. He hands it to the warrior whereupon Zorn attaches it to his side. “Can I help?”

“Sorry but I have no use for a child.” Zorn placed a hand on the sad boy’s shoulder. “Besides its dangerous; and Sofia wouldn’t forgive me for putting you in danger.” Tim raised his head proudly. “Later.” With that Zorn takes off.

A guard collapses through a mob of angry people. Several other templar knights surround the man known as Tristan. “Surrender now and we promise to take you alive!” One of the knights promised.

“You surrender now and I promise to make your death painless.” Tristan snorted, paying little attention to them.
“Have it your way! Pierce the crook!”

The knights all attacked at once but he easily dodged their attempts. A templar struck from behind but Tristan rose his sword up and around his neck, blocking the strike. The knight let out a growl before receiving a kick to his stomach that made him collapse on top of a barrel of apples. “Are you crazy?” A villager shouted. “Those are the Holy Templars from the Kingdom of Azul!”

Tristan charged several other knights, seeming to disappeared within the center of their white uniforms. Suddenly an orange flame ignites from the center, knocking them all back as if they were victims of a typhoon. The blacksmith lowered his glowing sword. “What was that?” Several people wonder aloud.

Tristan lowered the tip of his sword to one of the Templar, pausing it just inches away from his neck. “I have no issue with the likes of you. Stay put and I will be gone.”

“Hah! You’re not going anyway.” The knight laughed cowardly. Tristan spun around to find himself surrounded this time by about 30 knights. Even he realizes the foolishness in attempting to defeat all of them. With the knight’s swords now drawn, they inched their way slowly toward the intruder. Their speed increased and Tristan finds himself in a pinch. Several knights are heard screaming for their lives. Tristan and the rest turn their attention toward several fallen knights with Zorn standing in the center, his sword hanging over his right shoulder. He appears to be smirking. “Normally I wouldn’t smile during a fight because that’s what non talent bitches would do but today…today I may enjoy this.”

Tristan glared at the man who apparently saved his life.

“You there!” Zorn pointed. “Are you the one that was at my window?”

“Unless there is an imposter that can change form running around.” Tristan hissed.
“I’m not here to save you but I need to know how you know about the Ocarina of Malta.”

“Screw this!” A few of the Templar lost their cool and began to attack again. Zorn and Tristan are forced to face each other back to back.

“Are you good at fighting?” Tristan asked.
“You’ll see.” Both men attack the knights. In a matter of minutes none are left standing. “Now who are you? How did you know I was the owner of that ocarina?”

Tristan leant on his sword as the tip of it pierced the ground. “I was in that crowd and saw that blue haired knight take it. As for my name, I am not giving that to you, fiend. Now…” Tristan’s eyes slanted as sharp as his sword at Zorn. “Enguarde!”

“You two surely made a mess here. Tsk. Tsk.” Said a familiar voice. Both men turn to face the blue haired Templar. Fixing the glasses on his face, the knight withdrew a giant spear from behind his white cloak. He immediately raised it above his head and began spinning it around in circles like a helicopter wing. “As you already know, my name is William.” He grinned. “And both your heads will make nice trophies in my room.”