(This part was written by PimpMayo)

"Well," You speak on a soft voice, "so I see... I truly am late aren't I?" 

Soon, you start to laugh, like everything seemed to be useless. The years of preparing, and the countless nights staying up thinking about that place. You were drawn to it. 

 From the very beginning. Ever since you were old enough to walk you were so interested in the eastern nations and kingdoms. When you visited those places you were drawn across the sea and towards... this very kingdom. This kingdom was meant to be passed down to you. 

 Because you are the king's mistaken son. 

 It was no secret that your father wasn't your real father. With his dark skin contrasting your blonde hair and pale skin. It didn't matter though. After you found out. Who your real father was... it was a nightmare.

And now. You're here to reclaim your kingdom from your foolish father. Only to have it taken away from you once again.

She let her voice roll and play around, letting them slip out of her mouth, like a waterfall of stupidity, "This is my kingdom now. And you are useless to me. So, you shall perish under my hand!" 

 With that, she leaped towards me shifting her face and body into a strong looking man with muscle and death in his eyes. A strong built man. Yes. But you can overcome some silly parlor trick! You unsheathe your great sword. 

Letting the light glimmer and catch onto the precious metal. 

 All the things getting in your way seem to make you angry. You have waited years for you to reclaim your kingdom... but you had to be late. No matter, you will fix this one way or another.

 Taking a bold stance, you shout, "HAVE AT THEA WENCH!" 

 You will fight. 

 "OH, I'D LOVE TO!" They screamed.