A rain of blood fell from the dark sky above. Several black creatures almost disguised as shadows, have the knight and blacksmith surrounded. With their eyes gleaming red and jaws agape, it is apparent what they demons were here for. Tristan and Zorn slowly drew their weapons and pressed their backs against one another’s. “This kind of thing happen a lot?” Zorn asks in a sarcastic tone.

“Of course not!” Tristan snapped. “It’s almost as if they knew we would be together. The two artifacts…guess they figure kill two birds with one stone.”

Zorn angrily takes a step forward. “Demons aren’t smart! Somebody is controlling them.” The knight began scoping the place.

“Don’t you think you’re being just a little paranoid?”

“You’re the blacksmith. I’m the warrior. This is battle tactics. I know they are being controlled. Hold on.” Zorn said as he reached to his side and retrieved the ocarina. Carefully putting it to his mouth, he began a beautiful melody. The creatures all hissed with not rage but pain. Tristan cannot but help be surprised.

The demons roared in agonizing pain. They shook their heads in rage and through this confusion they all began attacking one another. “So this is the power of the Ocarina of Malta…amazing…” Tristan mumbled to himself. He then glanced over to Zorn in thought. “That instrument controls faeries. But I don’t see any.”

In moments demon corpses lie spread across the dirt filled ground. Their body parts began to move once again. Tristan prepares to attack but paused when a faery rose up from the bodies. Zorn lowered his ocarina from his mouth. “Different melodies send faeries to perform different attacks. In this case, the fairy rips itself out of the demon.” Zorn sighed for a moment. “Look, I am not the one responsible for all these attacks as you can see but my new mission is to find out whose framing me.” Tristan continues to stare. Ignoring his glance, Zorn continues, “Unfortunately the faeries may not attack other faeries. There is no need for concern on that unless we’re attacked by a giant fairy.”

“Heh.” Tristan chuckled yet Zorn was silent. “…The thing that was controlling the demons was a faery….wasn’t it?”

Zorn takes a step back as well as Tristan. “We have to move. This thing will kill us both.”

“Where is the damn thing?” Tristan growled impatiently. Both warriors refrain from backing up any further. They feel something breathing on their necks. “Not good.” There is a loud roar that thundered through the sky. The faery dives in for a massive attack. Zorn and Tristan both dart for the shop. As the fairy nears they jump to the ground. It misses them by inches. The faery encircled the sky above. “Zorn, we have no choice but to fight. Retreating is futile!”

“I agree.” Zorn replied, raising his sword to the sky. The faery came back in for another dive. This time it opened its mouth. “What?” A blast of fire emits from the creature’s deathly jaws, aimed for the two figures on land below. The two rush backwards, trying to dodge the fire. Tristan manages to leap through the fire with his sword glowing. He spins around to swing his sword across the sky. With his eyes glowing red the blacksmith shoots his own fire back at the faery. Both energies collide with Tristan trying his hardest to keep the fire at bay.

“Hurry up and get out of here!” Tristan screamed.

“You idiot! You trying to get yourself killed.”

“Heh.” Tristan pants with a fake grin. “Something like this can’t kill the guardian of Dyne.” Zorn lowers his brows. “Get out!” Zorn instantly rushes forward with his sword. “What the fuck are you doing??”

“I don’t need your protection!” Zorn screamed back. The faery grew furious with the game of cat and mouse as it used all its power. Tristan’s arms began to shake wearily against the pressure when a glowing arrow shoots across the sky. Zorn paused to look up. “….That arrow…”

The arrow pierced the faery in its neck forcing the creature to scream in pain. “What the hell just happened?” Tristan gasped. Suddenly a woman wearing a glowing white cloak appeared above the faery. She drew a katana from her side, jabbing it into the back throat of the faery. After one more bloodcurdling cry the fairy collapsed. In just seconds the sky returned back to its cerulean state. Zorn and Tristan stare speechlessly at the woman in front of them. Without a single word she turned to walk away. “Wait! Who are you?” demanded Tristan. She continued to walk. “Hey!” Zorn shoves Tristan out of his way as he rushes up to this mysterious woman.

“Let me see your face!” Zorn yelled. “Now!” As he reached for her hood the woman delivered a kick that knocked him to the ground and a pointed her sword inches away from his neck. Silky blonde hair waved in the wind with pointy ears extending from the sides of her head. In the center of her forehead is a headband with a shiny blue emerald engraved in the center. She is a beauty beyond all beauty.

“Is that…an elf?” Tristan questions. “They are still around?”
The beautiful elf glared down at her foe. “You!” Zorn said with his eyes widened with surprise.