Deathstalker (2025)

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Oh, oh, wow.

No. No.

No.

You must re...

You must return it.

Another defeat.

What's the use of

Abraxeon seizing my crops

to feed their soldiers

if they're going to continue

to lose ground?

Pretty soon

there's not going to be

nothing left for them

to protect.

How are my children

supposed to survive the winter

with nothing but scraps to eat?

They've already eaten

all my good boots.

Hey!

That weren't meant

to be a jape!

At this point, we might as well

join the scavengers.

Oi! They're the only ones

profiting from all this.

Picking through the corpses

like vultures.

Oh, here comes one now.

Look at this handsome specimen.

He'd strip us bare

before our bodies were even

cold, he would.

Makes me sick.

Oi!

There's not a one among us

who's stared into hell

the way he has.

Leave him be.

Aye. Who is he, then?

I don't pretend to know

his whole past.

They say he was once

a knight in the Queen's army.

The old queen,

before Halgan's ascension.

Before the w*r against

the Dreadites.

Surgeon with a sword.

That's what's been sung.

And a survivor of the m*ssacre

by Grimvault.

What?

I was told no one survived

that cursed night--

Aye, not a soul.

Yet there he is.

At least his body.

Who knows

what remains of his spirit

as he wanders this realm alone?

No allegiances, no banner.

Few even know his name.

Only the one he answers to.

What name would that be?

They call him--

Deathstalker!

You know why we've come.

Halgan's amulet.

Hand it over!

-Never met him.

-He's lying.

We should eat his legs.

That will make him nice

and honest.

We're hungry, aren't we?

I could eat.

For my food and drink.

And this is for the chair.

What...?

Oh, wow.

You can't run from us!

Show yourself, fool.

Sneaky little bug!

Let me have the first bite,

brother.

Two against one.

Not very fair.

Why are we doing this dance?

Master wants the amulet.

And you, dead!

Oh, I hate trolls.

I'm outta here.

Oh, you're

gonna make us work

for our meal, aren't you,

little man?

I want his brains!

You can have them

You need them.

This is what you want?

-The amulet!

-Hand it over!

Go ahead and run,

you fool!

Every assassin will

be after you!

There's nowhere to hide!

That's right!

Come back and fight me!

I'll tear you to pieces!

I'll scatter your brain to

every corner--

Whoa.

Good riddance.

What?

God, it stinks.

I know it stinks.

Calm down.

That's nasty.

Whoa.

Hello?

Ah, Deathstalker.

What terrible curse

has befallen you this time?

This.

I can feel it is bound to you.

I noticed. Now unbound it.

This flavor of enchantment

means it can only

be passed on with the death

of the one who carries it.

Well, do these runes mention

any exceptions to that rule?

They are

beyond my understanding.

So I'm stuck with this guy?

I said they are

beyond my understanding,

not that they cannot

be understood.

Map.

A symbol.

And now the offering.

Nice.

There is a man

who might have

the answers you seek.

That is, if he still lives.

His name is Daedelad,

a member

of the Order of Troxartas.

One of the few mages

left in Abraxeon

who still carries a passion

for the ancient tongue.

Well, where

do I find this wizard?

Patience, child.

Aw, great.

Not the destination

you were hoping for?

Thanks for your help, Toralva.

Something for your stew.

Your offering

warns of danger.

I'm sure it does.

Your door's broken.

The specters of your past are

calling in the darkness.

I see a great evil

on the horizon

of your fate!

You cannot outrun it.

Just once I would like to come

to this cursed place

and not entertain

such rambling nonsense.

But it is you who are cursed,

Deathstalker!

Whoa.

Easy, Calibus.

Wait here, okay?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Calibus!

Damn it!

Holy crap.

What happened here?

I hope you cut

better than the last one.

Someone there?

Sit tight.

Is somebody out there?

Say something!

Whoa.

Oh, hello.

What are you doing

down there?

Oh, sh*t!

Oh, at last. I'm free!

Are you DaedeWad?

Uh, yeah,

I'm Daedelad Parsaneon,

son of Amax The Wise.

But everyone calls me Doodad.

Look, I hate to break it

to you, Doodad,

we're in a bit of a bind here.

Oh, serpents of Malinax.

I warned those bumbling bandits

what they'd find

if they ventured

too far into these caves.

I have an idea.

Hop on. Come on.

What are you gonna do?

Not die.

Nice one!

- Ooh!

- Oh...

-Tuck and roll!

-What?

Wait, wait!

Hurrah! We're safe!

Yeah. You're welcome.

What do they call you, good sir?

The name is Death--

Hold still.

Would you stop it?

Okay.

Hold still.

I was close that time.

You were not.

Okay, hey, hey.

So you stole this

from Prince Halgan?

Well, "stole" is a bit strong.

He was already dead.

Well...

on his way out, at least.

-Meaning?

-He was coughing a bit.

But it was definitely

a death rattle. I'm sure of it.

-Sounds like he was alive to me.

-Hey!

I didn't rescue you

to get a lecture on the ethics

of the spoils of w*r.

Now you keep it up,

and I throw you

back in there

with those serpents.

Well, I suppose

I do owe you my life.

So I'll do what I can to solve

this little riddle.

These runes alone

suggest powerful magic.

But what purpose does it serve?

Mmm!

The runes.

They're not Abraxeon,

they're Asmordian!

Asmordian, huh?

The precursor to the

Abraxeon empire.

Very little record of

them has survived.

Their language

all but forgotten.

-Dead language, huh?

-Dead to everyone but

a fellow member of the Sorcerers

Order, the great wizard Xodan.

Skilled

in all the ancient tongues.

-Hyperion, Atlantean--

-Wait, wait, wait.

So you can't read it either?

Crap.

Where do we find this Xodan guy?

In his crypt, I imagine.

-He's dead?

-Very much so.

But he would be entombed

with his scrolls,

and I'm certain

that one of them

will contain

the Asmordian cipher.

And with that,

you can read the amulet

and reverse the curse?

-I believe so.

-Great.

- We'll head out at sunrise.

- Oh, no.

I can't go to Xodan's crypt.

With so many assassins

in pursuit of the amulet,

it's far too dangerous.

You go there and get it

and bring it back to me

at Munkar's Tavern.

Hey, if it wasn't for me,

you would still be locked

in a trunk.

Besides, do

you really think

you're going to last

out of here on your own?

-Hmm?

-Eh...

Fine.

At dawn, we'll travel

to Xodan's Sanctuary.

Now pass me some of that meat.

I noticed something strange

with the assassin I slayed

back at Munkar's Tavern.

The marking on his shoulder.

A guild marking,

perhaps.

No,

this was something else.

Maybe you know what it means.

Something like this.

That's not possible.

The Sect of Sytor was wiped out

eons ago.

Sytor?

An ancient cult of sorcerers.

Obsessed with the mysteries

of the Outer Realms.

Worlds of dark evil

that no mortal

was ever meant

to understand.

Their leader, Nekromemnon.

He was defeated,

and all records of his teachings

were destroyed.

Or so I thought.

If the markings you saw

are from the Sect of Sytor,

then there are more

sinister forces at work here.

So you're saying the Sect of

Sytor has returned?

That Nekromemnon is back to

finish what he started?

Well, the Dreadites

are rumored to have been

born from necromancy.

But all I know for sure

is that

if the Sect of Sytor

is involved,

your quest is truly doomed.

We should keep moving.

Hop on.

All right.

Someone approaches.

Hide!

Where is he?

Excellent.

We've got him.

He's here.

Find him.

Come on, let's go!

After him!

Hide behind those rocks.

What are you doing?

When it happens,

you'll thank me.

When what happens?

Whoa!

Go that way!

No. That way!

No, go the other way!

How is this helping?

God damnit!

-What is this?

-No, that way!

Go!

What is this? Hey, hey!

-Stop. What is this?

-No!

-No! No, no, no.

-God damnit! Stop!

-Stop it!

-No!

Stop. Stop it. Stop.

- No, not--

- Pathetic.

Jotak.

Tritus.

I gave up that name

long ago.

Ah, yes.

Deathstalker, is it not?

I knew our paths

would cross again one day.

Fortunately, your cowardice

has set you on a path

back to me.

You see, old friend,

the ritual at Grimvault...

Tritus, Jotak.

Stop those warlocks!

The warlocks

we k*lled to protect

the might of Abraxeon.

That was the first step

in ensuring his resurrection.

You must resist

the dark enchantments.

My old friend.

Your blade should have ended me

that night.

But what you failed

to realize is that

my fate was in his hands,

not yours.

And now Nekromemnon

has returned.

And this time,

he'll bring the entire world

to its knees.

And I couldn't resist the chance

to take Halgan's amulet

from you personally...

Deathstalker.

Then by all means.

Come and get it.

No!

He's mine.

Goodbye, my friend.

Doodad, let's go! Come on!

After him!

What have you embroiled me in,

Deathstalker?

-Hey!

-This is no mere curse reverse.

If Nekromemnon has

truly returned

from the outer realms, then

Abraxeon

is on the brink of annihilation.

We must decipher those runes,

and quickly.

At this rate, we'll be lucky

if we survive the night.

Survival may have set you

on this path, but I see it now.

Our meeting

is the machinations of the gods.

We have to learn what part

the amulet plays in this plot,

or risk the end of everything

and the beginning of a dark era

I dare not imagine.

Machinations of the gods, huh?

-I like that.

-Huh.

Lead the way, little guy.

Come on, let's go.

Nekromemnon's minions!

On this sacred ground?

Why?

There's no way past those

Dreadites without being seen.

Look. The Xodan scrolls

will be buried with him.

And among them will be

the Asmordian translation.

Oh, that translation is my

my only chance

of deciphering the amulet.

If I could just

get my hands on it.

We have to find a way in there.

I have an idea.

Oh, wow.

The acolytes of Kulthis.

I should have known they played

a part in this madness.

This was a bad idea.

-This was your idea.

-Ugh.

What is this?

This is gross!

-Shh! Quiet!

-Hey!

-They'll hear you. Shut up!

-You shut up.

Maybe both of you

could shut up.

You're not the only one

sneaking in.

Okay?

Could you shush?

Please?

-Sorry.

-Sorry.

-Who are you?

-What is he doing?

The ancient rite

of resurrection.

A ritual that can only

be performed

by those who share lineage

with ageless beings

that rule the outer worlds.

So this is

how he makes his army,

by enslaving the corpses

of his enemies.

Of all the graveyards

in all the realms.

-Really, Doodad?

-Whine about it later.

What's the plan here, guys?

First of all, this is our plan,

and it was working fine

before you showed up.

And who the hell are you,

anyway?

Who are you?

I don't know who you are.

The path

to Xodan's crypt is clear.

Now's my chance.

Doodad!

Where are you going?

Keep an eye on the acolytes.

I will return.

That's some plan.

-Wait for me.

-Hey!

What the hell?

Gross.

There it is.

- Help me!

- Just a sec.

What are you after, exactly?

A scroll that translates

the Asmordian tongue.

One of these must be it.

No!

Hey, uh,

I don't want to rush you,

little guy,

but there's only one way

out of here,

and if the freaks upstairs

catch on, we're done.

It's here, I know it is!

I just need more time!

Ah...Not it!

No!

We gotta go.

I need more time!

Ugh. Atlantean.

Okay, you freak.

Let's see what color you bleed.

Well, did you find it?

Just a sec. Hypernian...

Come on, hurry!

-Got it!

-Great, let's go. Come on.

You are the one they call...

Deathstalker.

I will have...

...what is mine.

It's him.

Nekromemnon.

My emissaries

will hunt you

to the ends

of the realm and beyond.

Run while you can.

The further you take

the light of Talon from me,

the greater

my wrath will grow.

Light of Talon?

Soon you will beg

for the mercy of death!

-Here.

-What?

A way out.

Let's go!

Go, go, go!

Come on, Doodad.

-Uh, hi.

-Okay.

They'll be all over

the main roads.

We should wait till dawn

before we go any further.

This looks like a fine spot.

- What's that sound?

- Ah, don't worry.

Those are just

the Wailing Woods.

Nothing to be concerned about

and should help

mask any noise

we might make in the night.

Well, good.

So nobody's going to complain

if I play a little bit of this.

Hey.

Thanks for your help

back there.

I never got your name.

It's Brisbayne,

thief extraordinaire.

Don't worry.

I'm not going to steal

any of your precious scrolls.

I prefer my treasures to have

a little more sparkle to them.

Well, I'm not worried.

All right, then.

I'll let you know

when I need the amulet.

Just rest.

Hey, Doodad. Brisbayne.

Show yourself.

No!

Aah!

Huh, look at that.

Just rubble.

Let's go. Come on.

This is but a taste

of what was shared with me

from within the abyss.

The child will obey

if you have the strength

to command it.

Your work...

...is not finished, Jotak.

It is the will of Sytor

himself.

Yes.

If I am to possess

the light of Talon,

Deathstalker must die.

Oh, yes!

Your little friend

is a heavy sleeper.

He's not my friend.

I've enlisted him to

lift the curse, nothing more.

Something to do with

that Asmordian amulet?

Look, the talisman

is bound to me,

and I'm looking to unbind it,

and preferably

stay alive in the process.

You really can't stand

the thought of anyone

sticking by you, can you?

You're an easy read,

Deathstalker.

The world is full of people

like you, I get it.

Life is much simpler

when you live for one destiny.

And I suppose you prefer

the camaraderie of

the thieves guild, huh?

I'm not with the guild.

Not anymore.

They found me too...

...impulsive.

You know, I used

to sack the palace

for fun all by myself.

Yeah, but that game

certainly got stale once

the palace's bravest were sent

off to die in this w*r.

But still, I suppose I am always

looking for my next challenge.

Oh, is that what we are,

the next challenge?

No, no, I already said I have

no intention of robbing you.

But I have been having fun.

Yeah, right.

Huh.

An Abraxeon battle camp.

How exciting.

Do you think these

guys have some food?

Wait.

Hey!

- Hello?

- Hey--

Oh.

Dreadites.

But they moved on long ago.

Huh. Onions.

Move!

We have you now,

Deathstalker.

Where are you going?

Let's go!

Scarabus'

exploits are legendary.

You really are attracting

the very best assassins

in the kingdom, my friend.

Please shut up.

I'll just use

my magic to protect you.

I don't need

your wizarding ways

getting me k*lled!

Excuse me?

My powers have been nothing

but helpful.

Yes! It worked!

Oh, sorry.

You cannot escape us.

Yes, I can.

There!

That thing can--

can teleport and--

Okay.

I should thank you.

But I'm not going to.

Let me see it.

Can you stitch me up?

No, I, uh, got something better.

Hold these healing crystals

against your arm.

What are those?

The amethyst is going

to purify the cut.

The bloodstone helps

with circulation,

and the tiger's eye

will help to lessen your fear.

-My fear?

-Yes.

Your fear of dying

from your wounds.

And you think you can read

people like me?

-Aah! Ow!

-There you go.

I never figured a thief

for an alchemist.

Yeah, well.

Unlike you...

my heart is, uh...

a bit more complicated.

What does your heart have to do

with anything?

We all have our own hearts,

Deathstalker.

It's what rules our fate.

I've seen more than

a fair share of hearts

- at the end of my sword.

- Mh-hm?

And they all look

the same to me.

Ow!

Hey.

I'm glad you stuck around.

Sure.

- Ah! That's it!

- What?

The runes. I've deciphered them.

What does it say?

Ah...

It's done.

You're now free

from the amulet's bonds.

Oh.

Thank you, my friend.

But wait, there's more.

Behold Talon's prophecy.

This kingdom

was once ruled

by the magic

of two supreme beings.

Talon, the wizard king of light.

Sytor, the

witch-lord of darkness.

Together, these titans battled

over the fate of existence

using the mortals

as their pawns.

As Sytor's power grew

too strong to defeat,

Talon created a weapon

so powerful

that only those that walked

between the worlds of life

and death could wield it.

It was hidden within

this magic amulet,

passed down

through the generations,

until its true purpose

was completely forgotten.

What kind of

weapon does it hide?

A weapon unlike any that has

ever existed

in this world before.

A weapon

known as the Light of Talon.

It's beautiful.

The perfect sword.

One day, a warrior will

rise to wield its four blades

to extinguish

the four hearts of evil,

saving the kingdom from a

never-ending reign of darkness.

Doodad! Come on!

Get out of here. Gah.

Brisbayne?

Brisbayne?

The amulet.

She took it.

That rotten little...

I slept terribly

last night.

You're going to have

to carry me.

No, don't.

There's too many of them.

I know this path.

We are headed

to the dead swamps.

It's a dangerous place.

If you do not tread lightly,

you'll awaken the ancient curse

that lives below.

Perfect. That's just what

we need right now.

What evil lives in these walls?

I only know rumors. Stories.

Diseased men cast out

from their villages,

absorbed by the earth

and resurrected

into vengeful spirits

that have forgotten

the joys of music

or the comfort

of a brotherly hug.

That is all I know.

No one who has encountered

them face to face

has lived to tell the tale.

What else do you have?

It's empty.

There he is.

The one who got away.

Brisbayne's really proven

herself worthy

by helping us capture you.

And bringing me the most

valuable item in the kingdom.

Halgan's precious amulet.

-Mwah.

-And you brought us here

to give us our share

of the reward, right?

I don't remember

you being so generous, Grendul.

I'm generous to those

who follow the rules

and share the wealth.

These are troubling times,

after all.

We thieves must stick together.

Look at her.

Brisbayne, you're one of us

forever now.

Bravo!

Hooray!

Hey! Stop it!

We're family here.

For a family to get along,

there has to be rules.

You know this.

Did I not warn you years ago

that there would be a price

for not paying us

our proper share

of your bounties?

Yeah, you warned me.

I just didn't care.

Do them fast.

Prince Baldur

expects us to meet him

at Grimvault before nightfall.

Truly despicable act,

I must say.

Robbing a dead prince of his

most precious family heirloom.

I'm sure Baldur will appreciate

its return,

for a tidy sum, of course.

We have a saying in the guild.

If you only serve yourself,

a reckoning you'll be served.

And now, gentlemen,

your reckoning is served.

Wait!

Isn't there another way?

Can't you just...

smack him around a little?

Stick to your flute,

Brisbayne.

Archers!

Fire!

Get them!

Archers!

Fire!

Here, help me out! Untie me!

No! You untie me first.

No! You untie me.

I can't help you.

-Come on.

-All right, fine.

Fire!

No!

They've forgotten

the joy of music.

Or the comfort

of a brotherly hug.

Wait.

No.

That's right.

Oh, no.

Yes.

-Deathstalker.

-Hmm?

We can leave now.

Okay.

Come on. Hop on.

Remind me,

why are we going

to Grimvault again?

The Royal family

is waiting for the amulet

so the forces of good

can summon the Light of Talon.

There's no time to waste.

Well, there

better be a sweet reward

at the end of all this.

Is saving the world

not enough of a reward?

Nope!

I'm cold.

Can you fetch my blanket?

Something wrong, my lord?

It's just...

Oh, my God,

you're going to hate me.

You know, I'm a little warm.

Baldur.

You're not that lady

from the Thieves Guild.

My name is Deathstalker,

and I'm here for the reward.

Oh! Deathstalker!

Mother speaks highly of you.

Your...

...swordsmanship is legendary.

I didn't realize the Queen

held me in such high regard.

Yes, she says,

of all the traitorous parasites

sucking the kingdom dry, you...

are the most handsome.

That is so sweet.

Yeah. Wish she'd say such

nice things about me.

Ah! Anyway.

Sure was a rough road

getting here.

We were pursued by many foes.

You know,

we almost didn't make it.

So many foes.

Hmm?

Poor Halgan.

He always was the unlucky one.

Rocks.

Oh, I had no intention

of paying you.

So these are just regular rocks?

Not expensive, royal rocks

or anything like that?

No, just normal dumb rocks.

Mother will be pleased

when I bring her the head

of the kingdom's most

notorious deserter and thief.

The once-mighty

Deathstalker!

You forgot handsome.

And you know what else

she would really like?

This.

k*ll him! Get him!

Dreadites!

Watch out!

I've got it!

Begone foul creature!

Nice shot.

Let's go.

I will, my friend.

I told you this wasn't over.

Before you ask, no.

You can't have your sword back.

Keep it.

Stay back.

Again you hide behind steel.

True power

comes from more than just

the sword.

Your madness

ends tonight, Jotak,

even if I have to do it

with my bare hands.

My eyes have

been opened, Tritus.

The only way you will

know the truth

is in death!

Deathstalker!

Brisbayne!

Hey. I'm so sorry

about what happened.

I didn't mean to--

Who is this?

A friend of yours?

Definitely not a friend.

I said I was sorry!

No!

Let me go!

You vile creatures!

Give it to me.

It's yours.

I don't know what Mother

wants with it anyway.

- At last.

- There.

You have what you want.

Just free me,

you undead cretin!

Of course.

-Oh, wow--

Tonight we ride to

Nekromemnon's fortress.

And to victory!

Jotak was right.

Death does open your eyes

to a lot.

I know what I have to do now.

I have to save my friends.

And they've got a day's

start on me.

How do I get to them in time?

That'll work.

Restrain the wizard.

Bring the thief to me.

Kneel before your master.

The will of Sytor

that brought you before me.

This is your destiny:

to serve us for all eternity.

Thing is, I didn't really like

the last club that I joined.

Well, if you'd prefer...

I could just rip your heart out.

But it sounds like I get

to live forever in this one, so,

that sounds good, too.

All the powers of darkness

will be yours.

Okay, okay.

Uh, hang on a second.

-Where are we going?

-You can join us

in rebuilding this world...

as it was meant to be.

- No, no.

- In the

image of Sytor.

- I think I'll pass.

- Yes!

Oh, okay. No, no, no, no!

Oh! Oh.

More, more! Yes!

Oh, yes.

In the hands of a mere mortal

it's quite useless.

But in the hands of one

who walks between

life and death

it could spell our demise.

But no more! No more!

The light of Talon dies tonight!

- Nekromemnon!

- Huh?

You're mad!

There it is.

There it is.

It is time.

Abraxeon will fall!

There is no one who can stand

in my way.

Oh, oh, oh.

What the f*ck is that?

Here I come!

Dreadites.

Rip him to pieces!

Deathstalker!

Behind you!

Oh! Get up!

Get up, you fool!

Look out there!

Ha, ha! Yes!

-You're alive!

-Doodad, are you all right?

Oh, I'm good.

Just get me out of these.

Oh, it's so good to see you.

What took you so long?

The wraith, it got lost,

and I was in the swamp,

and I got resurrected.

There was a lot going on.

We have to help Brisbayne.

You're too late,

Deathstalker.

What are you doing to her?

Her heart

has joined the dark beyond.

She is now the vessel

of Sytor.

Don't worry.

You can't save her.

It's time

I put you down for good.

Hey!

This ends here, sorcerer.

You say, "Hey" to me?

Oh, dear.

Hey!

The magic you wield

is but child's play

compared to mine.

Your arrogance will be

your undoing, Nekromemnon.

Oh good heavens,

I'm so scared.

Well, come on then.

Let's have at it.

Give it to me!

Goodbye, old friend.

Your aim still hasn't improved,

Son of Amax.

You missed me.

You missed me, again.

Did I?

What's that?

Oh, dear!

Did I Doodad?

Ah! Ah, yes!

Oh, yes!

Sytor is risen!

Sytor, yes!

You've come!

Sytor, you've come!

You've come. You've come.

Come, come, come.

My queen, yes!

Yes, yes! Ah!

Any ideas, wizard?

The light of Talon

has been destroyed!

Sytor will consume us all!

It's over, Deathstalker.

I thought I was a pessimist.

Deathstalker, no!

It's too late!

In the hands of one

who walks between life

and death...

could spell our demise.

Deathstaker! There! Go!

We all have our own

hearts, Deathstalker.

It's what rules our fate.

I've seen

more than a fair

share of hearts

at the end of my sword.

And they all look

the same to me.

Wield the four blades

to extinguish

the four hearts of evil.

Hurry, Deathstalker!

Fulfill the prophecy.

No. I'm doing this my way.

Brisbayne!

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Come on. Hey, Brisbayne.

Brisbayne. Come on.

Wake up! Wake up!

She's alive!

- You're okay.

- I'm okay.

Of course.

Sytor only had three hearts.

Just like the alignment

of the three moons.

Oh, my goodness,

that was a very lucky guess,

Deathstalker.

I wasn't guessing, Doodad.

Someone once taught me

that we all have our own heart.

So I just avoided the one that,

well....

Looked complicated.

-Come on, let's go.

-Okay.

Get up. Yeah. You're back.

Hey.

You may want to wash that off.

Meh.

You know what?

I think we earned ourselves

a bit of music.

-What? You found it? Thank you!

-I did.

Hey, don't

you understand what this means,

Deathstalker?

You've rewritten the prophecy.

You are

the one that saved the kingdom

from the never

ending reign of darkness.

Yeah.

You could walk

right into the palace now

and take the throne

if you wanted to.

Huh.

It's a perfect sword.

But a weapon like this

should not rule our fate's.

Destroy it.

If that is what you wish.

Ow! Doodad!

Sorry.

Just stay still. Once more.

What do you mean? I'm

standing still.

Hold it high!

Come on!

The sword is here.

Don't move, don't move!

Hold it up.

-I can do this.

-You're doing this on purpose.

I'm not doing this on purpose.

Honestly.

-I'm gonna put it on the ground.

-No. You can't.

-You have to hold it up.

-Why?

The one who fulfills

the prophecy has to hold it.

-Hold it high!

-I'm pointing it far away.

I'll get it this time. Ready?

I swear to God,

if you hit me one more time,

I'm going to spank you.

Okay?

One last chance.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Doodad!

I don't understand you.

Don't hit me!