Do the...Twist

Finally, the companions reached their destination.  After nearly a year of traveling, countless battles, and endless hardships, they had arrived at The Sacred Castle of the Hero.  There, in the center of the room, was the hero’s sword.   Only the destined one, the seventh son of a second son, born during the eclipse, could touch it.  All others would be destroyed.  There was almost no doubt that Matt was the hero of legend, destined to save the world in these darkest of days.  All that remained was for Matt to draw the sword from its stone resting place.  After which, the holy power of the sword would drive away the darkness, and peace would at last return to the land.  Matt started to walk towards the sword.  “Matt, wait!”  Lisa called after him, “let me help you!”  
“STOP!”  The wizard Landofi commanded. “You have already done much to aid him.  He needs to do this last part alone.  We have gotten him here.  That is enough. Let him fulfill his destiny”.   
Slowly, each step filled with fate, Matt approached the sword.   With the slow speed of great destiny, Matt reached out, grasped the sword hilt and…

…Was instantly annihilated in a flash of light.  His remains drifted down, and were blown away.
“Ah, yes.  Well.  That can sometimes happen.”  Landofi mused, “Nuts.  And I was so sure…ah well.  Back to the old drawing board, I suppose. “