...A beautiful swordslady steadily walks among the flowers and bright green grass of the stunning valley. She's walking by the ever pristine and shimmering Pagnane, the river in said valley. Flowers are everywhere as the beautiful swordslady looked around her, varying from colors pink, blue, red, purple, white and oh-so many more. There are a few tall and slender trees from afar and near. However, beyond those slim trees afar is a soaring gray mountain with snow on its summit. The swordslady gently smiles as she witnesses the grass around her wave in the wind for a long moment. The dirt path she's walking on is dry, and there's a fragmented strip of grass in the middle. The willow backpack behind her is as heavy as a wagon's wheel. Inside her willow backpack are her clothes, rolled-up bedroll, jarred foods, and large pouch of golden coins, all disorganized.

The beautiful swordslady detaches her leather water canteen off her brown baldric, and she removes its cork. But when she puts the mouth of the canteen into hers, frustratingly, all that came out is warm air. She's out of water, and she's a little parched. This greatly annoys her, frowning at the leather water canteen with squinted black eyes. She cutely grumbles, and angrily stomps towards the Pagnane. There, she squats down by the river, and she puts the leather water canteen into the clear cyan water. Her exposed golden ass is making a show of itself. Her plump ass cheeks look delectable, as in delectable as honey-glazed ham in in a wintery evening, and her red panties, on the other hand, is like the garnish that surrounds said honey-glazed ham.

As she continues to let the Pagnane fill her water canteen, her attention catches a herd of feral horses running with the wind from a distance, as well as a trail of dust is steadily following behind them. The horses look majestic as they galloped. There are brown ones, black ones, patterned ones, and many more. She continues to watch the horses in awe, but when the horses slowly transitioned from galloping, to trotting, and then finally to walking, her attention goes back to the water canteen in the water. The beautiful swordslady takes a sip of her water canteen, before briefly putting it back in the water for a refill.

The beautiful swordslady stands up, pushes the cork into the bore of her water canteen using her thumb, and attaches it to her baldric once more. There, she takes a deep breath, deeply sighs, and continues on with her journey, returning to the dirt path...

The dirt path transitions into a dirty cobblestone road, and the trees turn into wooden, cobblestone buildings. There, the beautiful swordslady finds herself in a town. The animals there, especially the males, looked at her funny as she passed by them. She can feel their lecherous stares at her fat rump, making her scowl with a cute red blush across her face. But, thankfully, she keeps her composure, and she smugly smirks to herself, knowing she's one of the greatest swordfighters in Cillacia, her home kingdom. They, the townsfolk of this ratty town, doesn't know she's Amelia Steelheart, so instead of scowling, she looks at them in a condescending manner, making some of them smirk, give her the stink eye, or something else.

The town looks whimsical and storybook-like, complete with children laughing and playing on the sides of the cobblestone road, merry men and women drinking away in the tavern, smiling and friendly townsfolk, and many more things that are wholesome to the eyes and heart. As Amelia continued to walk down the side of the cobblestone road, she eventually reaches the lovely town square of this town. In the center of the town square is a well-decorated stone well, and when she walks closer to said stone well, there's a plaque below that says 'Marilly,' "That is probably the name of this wretched town." Amelia thought with a frown.

Nonetheless, she turns around, looks at the people minding their own business for a moment, and makes herself known by yelling bold and arrogantly, "I am the fierce and bonny Amelia Steelheart, the greatest swordslady of the Kingdom of Cillacia!" She poses all high and mighty next. Her plan works, kind of, as only a few townsfolk approached her with confused looks on their faces. However, because of her bold entrance, a group of mean-looking wolves approach her, wearing studded leather armor with chainmail underneath. None of them wore helmets, and they look like they probably wield dull and chipped swords.

Because of the wolves' entrance, the confused townsfolk scatter away like cockroaches. A wolf missing an ear steps forward. He has an intimidating look in his eyes, and a scar ran from his eye to his upper neck. "Shut your bloomin' trap and get your sword out. I'll have fun humiliating your pompous arse." Said the one-eared wolf. His voice was as deep as a well.

Amelia simply scoffs at the one-eared wolf's challenge, and she quickly draws her sword in a flamboyant manner. The quick motion startles the one-eared wolf, and he unsheathes his chipped own. Amelia goes into a fighting stance, and she grips her sword's hilt with two hands. After that, Amelia arrogantly laughs, "Ha ha ha ha! A common brigand like thee? Fighting a Steelheart like me?? Oh please! Spare thyself!" She haughtily said, gripping her sword's hilt tighter.

The townsfolk around slowly flock to the scene, wide-eyed and concerned on what will come out of this... ...Without warning, the one-eared wolf slowly approaches Amelia, battle ready. Amelia notices this, and she does so too, smiling wider. Then, once they're close to each other, Amelia strikes first, and the one-eared wolf barely parries her great attack. There, the two begin their dance of clinking metal. Each strike, the one-eared wolf slowly loses his guard inch by inch, while Amelia grows bolder in her attacks. Amelia's fat ass and thighs jiggle as she masterfully fought the one-eared wolf, getting unwanted attention from the spectators.

As a few minutes passed, the one-eared wolf's chipped blade shatters as it gets hit by Amelia's far more durable one, eliciting a loud clanking sound mixed with the sound of glass shattering that seemed to echoed across Marilly. The small crowd from before grew bigger, and they gasp once they saw and heard the powerful sound of the one-eared wolf's blade shatter. The one-eared wolf staggers to the ground, a large rip across his leather coat-of-plates, and before he can stand up, Amelia harshly presses the tip of her silver sword to the wolf's throat, enough to pierce the skin just a tiny bit.

One of the one-eared wolf's cronies, understandably concerned, unsheathes his short, pathetic looking sword, and approaches Amelia. "D-Don't hurt Michel- you scamp!" The young wolf shouted, stepping forward. But before the young wolf can get any further, the taller wolf behind him grabs his shoulder tightly, and he pulls him back, not wanting the young wolf to get hurt by this... Golden monster.

As if the name 'Michel' was a call from the gods above, {{user}} suddenly wakes up from their slumber. Their bed is right below the window, and when they rise from their bed and look outside the window, they see Michel, their stepfather, inches away from death below...