• Long ago, an evil terrorized an isolated village far in the mountains. For many years no one ever wanted to go against this evil, many tried years before but none came back. Some were found dead, others were never seen again. Thousands of years have passed when finally someone from their village stood up to the evil that haunted their village, and survived. This is the Story of the great fighter named Tiffany Strongesword, the killer of the evil.
    The story begins in the years of kings and queens, of rulers and sorcerers. During the time a shadow lingered in the clouds of the land; from an elderly sorceress from high above all the land. A day never passed when this sorceress didn’t attack the villages in the land. It had been a long time since her attacks on the villages in the mountains, but many still felt the pain of her evil. Finally, one day she gave up her attacks; due to some problem in her health. That didn’t last long enough for the villagers, when she came back the next day, she took many lives. She’d bring not only hat with her, she’d also bring an army of her minions, the dogs, which she had infected with a touch of dragon blood.
    It was this day, after she left the terrified, helpless villagers that Tiffany stood up in the crowd and yelled out the others, “We must stop this evil.” But everyone just starred at her, trying to tell her that no one would go to fight this evil. She starred into the eyes of all of the villagers, than said, “Fine, I will do it myself.” than she stepped away to what could be her fate.
    Before she left on a long journey to find the evil, she received a small, but powerful gift from the village mage. The gift of a powerful healing potion, in a tiny little vile. The mage told her that she must decide whom to use it on.
    She started on her way, but it was no small walk around the block, it was more a walk through a new town, a new life. It had indeed been along time, but she finally found what could be the sorceress’s cave. A very steep, high, and pointy cliff with many of her dragon-dogs guarding every little spot on the very top, and in the air.
    Ever so slowly she climbed up the cliff, sneaking by each of the dragon-dogs. Finally she reached the top, to the entrance. Taking a glance in she spotted a figure leaning over a glowing object. She pulled her sword from her belt, and charged for the figure. When she got so close, before she slashed at it, it forced a dark spark, throwing her against the cave wall.
    She moaned, as the figure came closer. “They have sent another failure.” it said in a raspy voice. “Don’t worry every little pain will only kill you faster.” than it snapped its finger and a light turned on showing the face. A dog, tan and white, with red tinted eyes. On her character, wore a black witch cape, and a large necklace, with a dark purple jewel in it. “Surprised? I am younger than you thought? Poor little animal… I feel nothing for you.”
    She moved her arms into a spelling form and looked Tiffany in the eyes. Quickly moving Tiffany got up stiffly ran toward the cave entrance but before making she felt a shocking pain through her bloodstream. To the ground she fell. She curled into a small ball, and a tear fell from her eye. It was only time that brought her back to herself, she brought herself up, looked the sorceress in the eyes and whispered, “I may feel pain now, but you are next.” Than lunged herself at the sorceress.
    No one knows exactly how long they battled. All that is known is that Tiffany had won somehow, she had indeed brought Jessie to the ground.
    There is however one thing that was said by Tiffany and it was, “Her necklace was her life.” Tiffany slashed the necklace off the sorceress and smashed it into Oblivion.
    After the battle it is known that the sorceress changed into a very old dog, than whispered in a very old raspy voice to Tiffany, her life story. She found out that her name was Jessie, and she indeed was very old, 2million years she had been on the Earth. Tiffany also brought back news that she was not evil, she was taken over by a necklace that she had acquired as a young pup.
    Feeling very bad for what she had down to Jessie, Tiffany grabbed the vial from her pack, and held it to Jessie, “I can help you. I was told that I must choose who to use it on. I choose to use it on you.”
    Jessie smiled to Tiffany, “No… It is too late for me now. It is only a healer, not a savior. I promise, I will think of you in my new home.” Than her eyes gave away life, and there was no soul left in Jessie. No time, no story. The only thing left was What Tiffany, the savior of the lands, had told.
    Darkness no longer lingered in the skies. The dragon-dogs became a new species, and on a nice tune. Tiffany became famous, and loved by the people from all the lands once eaten away.
    On a nicer view, Jessie received a grave, the one that she truly deserved.