Gather round ye all and I will regal you with a tale or yore. This is not a tale of heroism with ghouls and goblins and the like, but one of something more. This is a tale of the soul, of heartache and loss that touches the species of man at the roots. In time much will be made clear as the tale unfolds.

Long ago there lived a young lady who was revered and beloved by all. She was modest and bashful, reserved and always wore a smile that would light the darkest caves. Many men desired her heart and all men desired her hand, for she was truly a gem worthy of only the most honorable. Her name was Innocence.

As it were, Innocence was in the series of courting with all sorts of men. Many were vile and abominable, and others were silver tongued and devilish, but not what she wanted. The only man that came close to winning her was a strapping young lad who bore the name of chivalry. Hr was brave and robust, but always courteous and gentle in heart. He loved Innocence like no man before him, and because of his inexplicable desire to make her happy he never once pushed her to acts unspeakable.

As time wore on the two bonded more and more, and their love was simply undeniable. Chivalry was bound to become a cunning warrior and lord of all he saw fit, while Innocence was meant to pursue her dreams of nurturing her empathic gifts. They would rule over the world of men and women and there would be no malice.

That was until one fateful day. Innocence was planning what was soon to be the greatest wedding in all the world. She had waited so patiently for this, but there was one thing she did not count on.

With a loud knocking the door to her kingdom banged curious to see who would be knocking at such a late hour, innocence turned off her vision of tell and answered the would be guests. It was her sisters, insecurity and decadence of all people. They had wanted to be with her sister in her last hours of being single.

The night wore on as the three sisters shared tales and wine. Innocence was stunned at the wisdom the two came to impart upon the youngest of the three. Decadence, while plump with the joys of life, had been unhappily divorced for three years and was living without a commitment in the world. Insecurity was far too terrified of losing all she held dear, including her immodest beauty, to the apathy of a man that she did not allow her own husband to be close to her, leaving a stale relationship and a bleak kingdom.

The more the sisters warn Innocence, the more terrified she became. She drank wine to help overcome her fears and tried dearly to get her sisters to leave, but she was timid and they were not. The sisters spoke of what men really wanted, and what she so rightfully deserved from life that in but one night Innocence was no longer happy with chivalry.

Instead she courted dangerous, apathy and obnoxious without chivalry even knowing. One day after fencing practice Chivalry could no longer stand to be apart from Innocence and he went to see her, but she was not to be found in her home. Searching far and wide, under every bridge and through every cave, chivalry finally found his beloved, but her voracious and insecure ideals were not what made her the woman chivalry loved. This new girl was so wrought with the fear of loneliness that she courted any man that would be with her, and she was so excited about what life had to offer that she was not the modest girl chivalry knew.

Innocence greeted her beloved with open arms and a loud hello that echoed in the kingdom. She pecked and smooched and kissed her beloved, but he brushed her aside, not wanting to be apart of what she had become.

It was only days later that chivalry was overcome with grief that he had to see her one last time. When he entered her realm all the peasants were dressed in black and all the nobles were weeping bitterly, for a loss so great had occurred that chivalry refused to accept. He ran to her chambers but it was too late; there she lay lifeless and cold. A cup of poisoned wine lay on the floor. In fury and grief chivalry drew his sword and fell on it, never standing to see the world again or what it would become without his beloved innocence. As he lay there his kingdom festered; and men such as apathy and lust had to reestablish order under their rule lest all be lost. Her sisters along with her cousin libido claimed innocence's kingdom and the entire village people suffered under the harsh new reign.

And from that day there was no more chivalry. Women in every nation and tongue asked where chivalry had gone, and men of all calibers had to bitterly inform them that he died with innocence. They were subsequently buried together under a gravestone that read 'only the sweetest flower can claim the sweetest fruit'.