Transcript: I (Sir Carl the Crusader)

???: THIS IS THE END FOR YOU, YOU VILE SORCERESS!

Maylia: NO! THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE!

???: And with this seal that I doth bound, may thine soul remain unfound. For all who have fallen to thine horr'r, I banish thee FOREVERMORE!

Maylia: NOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH-

The dark witch Mistress Maylia is suddenly and violently brought back to reality, crashing to the ground of the oracle.

Maylia: Urgh...ugh...gh...

Maylia glares at the glowing pool of water with utter disdain.

Maylia: That can't be. I cannot be banished forever. It's impossible! How could it have been one of my descendants?! I don't even have a child!

She begins thinking.

Maylia: There must be something I can do...

She opens up her cursed tome, the Blackbind.

Maylia: No...no...wait.

She stops on a page that details the creation of a magical sword, a sword designed to take the wielder into the future.

Maylia: This may work...but it will take many eons to search time for the one destined to banish me.

Maylia warps to her dark cave lair, and begins an incantation, as magic outlines begin to form in the shape of a sword.

Maylia: Heart of Darkness, Soul of Black, lend me your power to take me back!

The sword outlines begin to glow brighter. Maylia closes her eyes and allows her magic to flow into the outline, slowly filling it with the sword. For 40 days and 40 nights, the sword formed, until finally, it had become whole. She picked the sword up in her hands, and admired it greatly.

Maylia: Finally...the Sword of the Progenitor is mine...all mine, and with it, I, Mistress Maylia, will LIVE FOREVERMORE! AND THERE IS NO ONE, PAST, PRESENT, OR FUTURE, THAT CAN STOP ME!

A battle rages nearby a large castle. Bodies are falling left and right, and in the midst of it all, is a man named Charleston Blumenfeld the Third.

Crusader 1: Sir, we're in a terrible place right now! The enemy is pushing back relentlessly!

Crusader 2: Do we retreat?

Charleston: No! We need to press on! Keep fighting until we reach the main gates!

Crusader 1: Yes sir! Deus vult!

Charleston: CHARGE ON! GOD WILLS OUR SUCCESS!

The crusader forces continue to fight, but Charleston spots a large Muslim catapult aiming for a small group of them.

Charleston: NOT THIS DAY!

He charges towards the catapult, decapitates the people operating it, and destroys the main pillar with his sword.

Charleston: PRESS ON!

He raises his sword in the air after killing another enemy, earning a war cry from the others. He does not notice he is standing on the edge of the mountain the battle was taking place in.

Crusader 2: SIR!

Suddenly, a Muslim archer aims at him and fires. It hits him the chest, and he stumbles, falling off.

Crusader 2: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Crusader 3: SIR CHARLESTON HAS FALLEN! REGROUP AND RETREAT!

As the crusaders begin retreating, Charleston hits a rock during his fall, and rolls into a damp cave.

Charleston: Urgh... Charleston: Where...am I?

He suddenly notices flowing red magic streaming across the cave, and becomes angry.

Charleston: Witchcraft. He sneaks behind the rocks, and notices an overjoyed Maylia reading the Blackbind.

Maylia: Yes, YES! Soon enough the sword will be fully powerful enough to take over the entire future! Not only will I live forever, but I will RULE ALL!

Charleston looks on in horror, but his sudden movement causes a rock to bounce off his helmet.

Maylia: WHO DARES?

She peeks around, spotting Charleston.

Maylia: A measly Crusader?

Charleston: It's just as I suspected! A dark witch!

Maylia: So have you come here, all alone, to stop me?

Charleston: Your sinful acts disgrace the name of God! I will never let your will impose those of this future you speak of!

Maylia: Oh yeah? TRY ME!

Maylia begins blasting magical beams at Charleston, and he stumbles attempting to run.

Charleston: How are you so powerful?!

Maylia: AHAHAHAHA!

Maylia blasts Charleston with a concussive magic blast, landing him against the wall. His eyesight blurs, but he suddenly notices something glowing next to him. He reaches out for it, not hearing Maylia's cry of-

Maylia: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Charleston grabs the Sword of the Progenitor.

Charleston: This sword...it's magnificent! Now face me, dark witch!

Maylia: You may have the sword, but I made it! I cannot be defeated by it!

Charleston: We shall see!

He points the tip of the sword at her, and to his surprise, a ray of light exudes from it and blasts Maylia across the lair.

Charleston: Amazing! HUZZAH! He begins blasting her and she just barely manages to put up a shield.

Maylia: YOU LITTLE BRAT!

Maylia blasts a ray of dark magic from her eyes at Charleston. He stabs the Sword into the ground, and it creates a holy field that deflects the blast.

Maylia: HOW IS IT COOPERATING WITH YOU?? IT SHOULD NOT BE HARNESSING LIGHT MAGIC!

Charleston: Your magical sword seemed to have sensed my holy soul! Now prepare to die by the hand of your own creation!

Maylia: AAAAARGH!

Maylia creates a blade from her own magic. Charleston lunges at her and the two begin dueling. Charleston spins around, sending a curved arc of light at her. Maylia catches it and corrupts it, turning it into her own projectile, which Charleston slices in half before it hits him.

Charleston: YAH!

He slashes her, and she falls on to the ground. Charleston laughs in triumph.

Charleston: This sword is truly incredible, and now that a man as righteous as I now wields it, imagine our future victories! In fact, I wish to see this future right now!

Maylia: NO! YOU FOOL!

Suddenly, the Sword begins glowing brighter than before. Maylia and Charleston cover their eyes, but the Sword suddenly begins engulfing a confused Charleston in light, before warping him away.

Maylia: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I promise you, Crusader, I will get that sword back, and when I do, I will use it to inflict pain upon you beyond your most horrific nightmares...

Charleston ends up in a small college dormitory, housing only one bed.

Charleston: Where in God's name...

He picks up a small Funko Pop of Macho Man.

Charleston: Curious...

He looks around the room to see lots of movie posters, papers, books, and a chair.

Charleston: Tr...on?

Tom: Boy am I beat...what time is- WHAT THE HELL?!

A surprised Charleston aims the Sword at Tom, blasting a ray of light that Tom just barely dodges.

Tom: WHAT WAS THAT?

Charleston: Who are you and why am I here?

Tom: I SHOULD BE ASKING YOU THAT! WHAT DID YOU JUST DO TO MY WALL?!

Charleston: I blasted it using my sword.

Tom: Wh- SWORDS DON'T BLAST THINGS!

Charleston: I thought the same thing, but this one does.

Tom: GIVE ME THAT!

He swipes the sword away from Charleston.

Tom: This is...amazing! Where did you get this made?

Charleston: I confiscated it from a dark witch, and it brought me here.

Tom gapes at him.

Tom: Normally I'd laugh, but considering you nearly beamed my head off, I'm sort of inclined to believe you.

Tom suddenly begins to remember something he was told by his mom.

Tom: Wait...by any chance do you know a man named...uh..

He quickly takes out his phone and looks up Charleston on Wikipedia.

Tom: This guy?

Charleston: Is that...me?

Tom: HOLY SHIT!

Charleston: This small little thing documented my battles?

Tom: OH MY GOD! IT'S YOU! CHARLESTON BLUMENFELD THE THIRD!

Charleston: This small scroll told you my name?

Tom: Well, I read it.

Charleston: Oh.

Tom: So your sword brought you here?

Charleston: Precisely.

Tom: Woah...wait...THAT MUST BE WHY IT'S CALLED THE SWORD OF THE PROGENITOR!

Charleston: What?

Tom: Legends tell of you wielding a gleaming gold sword called the Sword of the Progenitor!

Charleston: That seems to be correct...

Tom: Progenitor means descendant...so that's why you're here! The sword can take you to your descendants!

Charleston: Wait, you're saying-

Tom: Charleston, we're related! It's a really really long bloodline, but we are!

Charleston: But...how? Your skin is so dark.

Tom: Well, through my mom. My dad is dark.

Charleston: I see... Tom looks over at the hole in his wall.

Tom: We're probably going to have to find a way to repair that...

SIR CARL THE CRUSADER

Maylia's hand is shown picking up several pieces of armor. A shame, really...so many innocent souls taken by these wars...

She drains a strange black essence from them, the black essence emitting small screams of pain and agony.

Maylia: Yet you may be of use to me somehow.

She assembles several pieces of Crusader and Turkish armor to create a full suit.

Maylia: Now...I shall exact my revenge on that fool Charleston...and reclaim my sword.

She begins exuding the essence from her own body, and their combined screams of pain grow loud. It begins to seep into the armor, and the armor begins morphing and connecting to each other.

Maylia: Yes.....YES! MUAHAHAHAHAHA!

Red light glows behind the armor's helmet eyeholes.

Maylia: You will prove most useful in my endeavors against Charleston. Now awaken my son...awaken...Scorn.

Scorn: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!

FIN