“What happened?” he queries.
“The advanced force was wiped out,” one soldier says.
“All of them?”
“Except for myself, your majesty,” our young hero says.
The king looks at this bloodied soldier and says “What is your name, son?”
“My name, your majesty, is Aron,” our hero says
“Well son, I shall honor you as a hero…What is that?” he said, pointing to the red dagger on Aron’s belt.
“Oh, I took it off of a deceased Dark Knight, your majesty.”
“My family had one, a few years ago. It was stolen by a bandit. It is engraved with our seal. May I see it?”
Aron unsheathes it, gives it to the king.
“Aha, it does belong to my family,” the king exclaims.
“Please your majesty, keep it, consider it a tribute to you.”
The king thinks about it, says ”No, you have earned it. Consider it a token of my friendship, as well as my thanks.” Aron re-sheathes it, too tired to protest. The king looks at him again, and says “I see bright things in your future son…bright things”