The Hand of the King

Before me stood the Black Knight, hand of the king, wielding Moonkiller, a blade whispered to slice planets. He was the last obstacle to my quest for vengeance. As he unsheathed the crimson blade, its brilliance matched the tales. Yet, the stories failed to convey his colossal size, blocking out skies with an aura that summoned thunder and lightning. Fear gripped me, but with no alternative, I readied myself, holding my weapon tightly, determination eclipsing that fear.