Clouded eyes lie broken down. Bloodied broken is the crown, the princess hanged, the prince to blame. Even is the grass untamed. Still he stands alone, against the odds just flesh and bone. "Such hell is this?" He comprehendes, "what evil seeks such ends?" Then he stares into the abyss and sword in hand he charges forth, to tame the grass and reforge the crown. And to keep the sky from crashing down.