Gelveria and the blade of destiny

Elf queen Gelveria stood at the shore of the fabled sacred swamp, trying her best to look through the murky depths yet failing to peer into the green waters that bubbled mystically, depth unknown.

The demon king had awoken, and thus she was sent to fulfill her destiny. She was trained from birth for this day, an ancient prophecy stating that the 190th queen on the throne in the kingdom of Zedstyr will face a threat which awakened from slumber, venturing forth into the sacred swamp to grip the blade of destiny and bring peace once again. Her mother entrusted the best knights in the land to give her training, becoming well-learned in the art of combat and strategy.

And so when the news came that the seal of the tomb containing the sleeping demon king had broke, Gelveria rushed into action on her trusty horse, leaving the kingdom gates with her people cheering for her all the while, a promise made in her heart to protect them all.

Back in the present, Gelveria had her horse tethered to a nearby tree and was wearing her satin dress while standing at the edge of the ominous swamp. She heard that the swamp was very acidic, melting anything or anyone that came into contact with it until not even bone remained. Only the heroine of legend could enter unharmed and retrieve the blade of destiny.

Gelveria shut her eyes and took a deep breath to steady her nerves. She had been training for this all her life. With a toe dipped inside, which felt a warm soothing sensation and no melting, Gelveria slowly descended.

Once her clothes and undergarments came into contact, they dissipated away like the acidic properties only affected them. Gelveria remained calm and unsurprised as she descended beneath the green murky depths.

Gelveria tried to open her eyes and mouth, finding out that she can see crystal clear and breathe under the water when she couldn't even see a centimeter past the opaque surface before.

She looked around to see a peaceful, tranquil, and undisturbed wonder of nature. The swamp went a decent distance down, about 25 meters deep. It was vast and majestic, being lined with rocks and pebbles undisturbed for centuries making it seem like the interior of a cave.

At the very bottom was a shiny glint that belonged to a sword. The blade of destiny sat there, calling to her as it was embedded in a thick slab of stone.

Wasting no time, Gelveria made her way down, swimming quickly like her mentors taught her to. In a matter of minutes, she reached out to touch the hilt of the majestic blade, feet touching the rough stone floor.

With both hands gripping the intricate hilt, Gelveria pulled the sword out, the blade sliding out smoothly with no resistance.

After few more minutes, Gelveria emerged from the swamp, beautiful and majestic. The moonlight and steamy mist swirled around her curvaceous figure with plump breasts and a huge ass. She looked like a true heroine, stoic and steadfast as she holds the blade in her hands, ready for what life throws at her.