The young princess Sonja accompanied by her vampire guardian walked into Lucians workroom. Lucian hammered the steel alongside his mentor.

"Blacksmith!" she said to the old man. Lucian turned around to see her hiding a smile on her face, attempting to look stern as her father always did. Even at thirteen she was quite beautiful. She had long, straight, ebony hair and brown eyes the color of soft fur. Her skin was as pale as her fathers and she stood five feet tall and four inches.

"Yes milady," the old mortal man responded, "of what service can we be to you?" Suddenly there were howls from beyond, a sign that the wolves were drawing near.

"Lady Sonja," her guardian asked. The young girl looked up at him,

"Go, I shall be right here when you come back, be safe Larvine," she answered. The vampire left her and hurried outside to assist in killing Williams kind which had so often made it to the doors but never past.

"How may we assist you milady?" the old man asked again.

"I wish to have a sword, a nice one, one that will last me many ages. One that does great damage to my enemies, but light."

"You wish to fight?" the man asked.

"How else will I be leader of the deathdealer's if I cannot fight," she said with a polite smile. The mortal man smiled and nodded his head, "you will make a fine warrior Lady Sonja."

"Thank you Ardile," she answered, "so," she said turning to Lucian, "can you fashion me such a sword?"

"Yes, I can milady," he said, his eyes on the ground.

"Then do so. I will be back for it after one moon cycle, is that enough time?"

"Yes milady, that'll do."

"Thank you, you may consider this your final project as apprentice. Ardile, my father expects Lucian to be able to do good work and take over as blacksmith. If he is able to make the sword, I expect that you will be returned home. Look over the final product carefully, if it is done correctly, and only by him, then you may leave."

"Thank you milady," Ardile said.

"Do not thank me my dear Ardile, I sadly had nothing to do with the decision, I hope to see you before you leave dear friend. I expect a well made sword lycan," she said before leaving the room.

A month later

Sonja walked into the workroom to see a brand new sword on the wall next to the others.

"Lucian!" she called, the young boy walked up to her.

"Yes milady," he said.

"Is that mine?"

"Yes milady," he answered, his eyes on the ground.

"Lucian, I am sorry about your loss, I know Ardile was a good friend to you. A father figure." The young boy looked up at her to see that she was truly sorry, "he was a good friend of mine too," she said.

"He was mortal, it was his time, better in his sleep than in pain," Lucian responded. Sonja took something out of her pocket, a small buckle. She put her hand out to Lucian.

"I'm sorry, this was all that remained of his ashes, I thought you should have it," Lucian took the buckle and put it in his pocket.

"Thank you milady, that was thoughtful," she smiled a small smile.

"I may be my father's daughter and so it is supposed that I am ruthless and wicked, but I promise you blacksmith, I do not have such a cruel heart as he. My father is a great ruler, but that is all he can be. A ruler and a warrior."

"I did not mean to suggest," Lucian started. Sonja smiled,

"Yes, I know blacksmith. I am to finally be trained to fight properly."

"That is good news milady, I congratulate you."

"Thank you Lucian, I must leave to go to practice, but you will be seeing more of me these upcoming nights, my sword will need sharpening quite often for the amount of wolves I plan to kill."

"I do hope I see you milady," and with that she smiled and left the room. Lucian fingered the buckle in his pocket and watched through the open door as Lady Sonja, daughter of the tyrannical lord, the young, glaring, cruel, thoughtful girl walked away.