Eve was born on a farm but was quickly bored. She met an old woman in the forest who gave her a sword and a quest. The old woman wanted Eve to slay the Dark Lord. Eve decided she would. She fought her way to the Dark Lord’s tower, expecting it to be difficult. It wasn’t. She found a spare sword and a lot of money. She rescued a handsome stranger and hoped he would be grateful enough to have sex with her. He was handsome, and she was a farm girl, so she expected he wouldn’t, but he did. She had to explain she was a warrior now and could only have oral sex so she didn’t get pregnant. He didn’t seem to mind. She liked him enough she proposed marriage, expecting him to refuse. He accepted. After that he followed her around, carrying her spare sword. She reached the Dark Lord’s tower and fought her way up it, expecting this to take some time. It didn’t. She fought the Dark Lord and expected to die. She didn’t. She found an artifact of great power, and expected it to resist her removing it. It didn’t. She took the artifact, and the news of the Dark Lord’s death, to the old woman in the forest, expecting to be tricked in some kind of last minute surprise. She wasn’t.