"The snow out there is great." I say, my voice barely carrying around the inn I'm in. The sight from this window is truly beautiful though, snow bathing the side of the mountain. It is quite bright though, contrasting my dark armour. "You still haven't ordered anything, sir?" One of the servicemen says, surprising me. "I told you I don't want anything!" I smack my gauntlet against the table, upset over how annoying this man is! He won't leave! "But sir knight... If you do not order you cannot take shelter he-" "Quiet, you!" I draw my black blade, drawing it to his neck. "Um... Sir, you threaten me with a gardening tool?" I get up off my stool, my feet struggling to touch the floor. I swing, smacking him back a few steps! "How dare you mock thy Shovel Blade! May I cleve you strong, and end you quickly!" I charge at him, and he runs away out of the inn, my blade cleaving another table! "Blast it all!" I yell loudly, pulling my blade from the table and putting it back on my back. "Blasted countrymen... I only ask for warmth." I walk back to my stool, hoisting myself back onto it with legs flailing through the air. I manage to get back onto the seat, noticing a blue dot in the distance in the window I previously only saw white in. A red dot was there too. "Could it be? No, it couldn't. Not on this sort of day." I lay my head down, the stress of my armor immediately releasing. "That shriveling pathetic excuse for a knight isn't even good. He is a mere copy, that one." My eyes begin to grow heavy, and a sudden memory of the first time I met him came into view. I remember... I was out training next to a lake when he appeared, fishing... His armour was a bright blue in the glorious sun, a metal Shovel Blade attached to his back. It was startling, honestly. To see another with the blade was something of pure confusion. And by the looks of it at the time, he was just as confused. It might has well been that of a mirror, for our likeliness's were that of uncanny. I remember that day well, the day I swore to best him in Shovelry...

"You there. With the pole." I point to the knight in blue armor, and he turns his head towards me. He jumps in surprise, waving at me slowly and awkwardly. "Can you not speak, wearer of the Shovel Blade? Perhaps your name?" He looks to his right and left, then shrugging as he drops his fishing pole. "Well, I suppose its no matter. I am the Black Knight, Shovel Wielder! And I am here to claim my right as the blades true wielder! He takes a step back, putting his finger out to say one moment. I wait, tapping my foot against the grass below as he begins to write on a scroll-like paper. He turns back to me, expanding it and smiling. It said SHOVEL KNIGHT in all capitals. It was virtually impossible to read. "Is that your name?" He nods yes quickly, the fool. I draw my black Shovel Blade from my back, pointing it towards him in frustration. "Steel your blade, Shovel Knight! For today will be your last!" He shakes his head for a second, but then realizes its no use. He draws his Shovel Blade in a guarding stance, and stares into my eyes fiercely. It was almost as if he became a completely different person... He won that day, pathetically with an ease I've seen from no other. He downed me before I could even scratch his armour, and I fled... Like a coward.

"That was the day I vowed to defeat Shovel Knight for my honor, and one day I will!" But as I say that, I notice that the very sight of him came into view. "Both Shovel Knight and another just entered town! My eyes weren't deceiving me!" I jump off the stool unstably, running past the careless bartender, busting through the inn door.