I stare in awe at the words written on the walls, warnings and stories about the Sword of Snow, about previous holders who weren't meant for the sword. My eyes flicker around, trying to locate the legendary sword, and finding a carved out rectangle, as if made to hold the sword. Above the hole in the cave wall, more words had been written, although these were different than the others, reading:

Tarsellis Meunniduin, Lord of Mountains and god of the snow elves, I have successfully acquired the Sword of Snow and understand the consequences of lying about this aloud. I ask you to knight me, and I vow to fight alongside the Elven Guardians, providing protection to the Elven Race.

I slowly start to realize that the sword of snow was indeed supposed to be in that crevice, that it had likely been stolen. I look at Isaac and Nigel, and Isaac turns to me and embraces me in a hug, surprising us all. He steps back and looks at me.

“This isn't over, we'll find whoever stole it, I promise,” he says. I nod slightly and we look back at where the sword should have been. Isaac and Nigel approach the wall, observing for possible clues as to who could have stolen the sword. I start to follow them, trying to be helpful, but someone grabs me from behind, holding me to their body with their arm. I grab the stranger's arm, trying to loosen their grip on me, but getting nowhere.

“ISAAC!” I scream desperately, and the two high elves turn around, causing the stranger to cackle, revealing her identity. I struggle even more trying to get away from the witch that mercilessly slaughtered the snow elves.

“You know, I left one snow elf alive for a reason. I knew that someday they would lead me straight to the sword, but it's not here. Tell me where you hid the sword, or you will witness the death of the last snow elf,” my captor says.

“We do not know where the Sword of Snow is, so please, release the girl and we may go our separate ways,” Nigel says, as calm as ever.

“LIARS!” The witch yells, she stares at the wall, reading the words above the spot that the Sword of Snow once laid. The witch chuckles and grabs my hair with her free hand, twisting it and pulling it closer to her. Isaac draws his sword and charges at the witch, who waves her hand and knocks him back, still holding me back with her elbow. Nigel runs to Isaac's aid, helping him up. The witch seems to run her finger over the words  she had just read, and my already fast-paced breathing becomes quicker.

“I was going to kill you myself,” she says, running her long fingernail along my jawline slowly, “but I think what Tarsellis has in mind as punishment would be even more entertaining,” she stops moving her fingernail when she reaches the soft spot under my chin. The witch taps it, sending a spell into my jaw, and lets go of my hair and my shoulder, and instead grabs the back of my cloak, throwing me onto the cold hard ground, and I start to unwillingly speak.

“Tarsellis Meunniduin, Lord of Mountains and god of the snow elves,” I start, realizing what the witch is making me say, tears start to form in my eyes, “I have successfully acquired the Sword of Snow and understand the consequences of lying about this aloud. I ask you to knight me, and I vow to fight alongside the Elven Guardians, providing protection to the Elven Race,” I finish, now kneeling, and holding my head to my knees, preparing for what comes next. Tears run down my face, now turning to ice as they hit the cave floor. A blinding light fills the cave, and time stops.