The Proud Windwyrm

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The Proud Windwyrm

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Summary

The prince triumphs over the Windwyrm and completes his pact. Cleo, a sylvan and guardian of the Mistholt, guides the company deeper into the forest to find the Shard.

Dialogue

Windwyrm:

Ha! What a thrill! The dragonblood runs strong in you, man-child.

Euden: I take strength from my friends, not my blood. You should remember that, dragon.

Windwyrm: Ha ha! True, very true. A king's power is oft found lurking behind the throne. And you do have the makings of a king, for you have been tested and found worthy!

Midgardsormr: Euden... My king. I herby cede all of my power to you and your chosen. I am Midgardsormr–lord of malestroms, master of this land, and the storm that shall keep you from harm!

Elisanne: The prince's "chosen"? That means any of us could potentially shapeshift if His Highness wills it to be so.

Notte: Oh, heck yeah, Euden! I can't believe you made a dragonpact with one of the Six Greatwyrms!

Midgardsormr: The Shard you seek lies deeper in the forest. And who better to show the way than a child of the wood? Cleo! Step forward.

???: Yes, Lord Wyrm.

Notte: Whaaa?! Who's there?!

???: Greetings, O Alberian prince and heir to dragonblood. I have been waiting for you.

"Guardian of the Mistholt" "Belle Healer: Cleo"

Cleo: My name is Cleo. I have guarded this land of mist for uncountable years in preparation for this day.

Euden: He called you a child of the wood. I take it you're a sylvan, then? What did you mean when you said you've been "waiting for me"?

Cleo: Exactly that, my prince. You are to be my new master. You are the one who will grant my greatest wish.

Euden: And...what is that?

Cleo: To see the mists banished. They hang over this forest, clouding both the landscape and my mind. I chronicle as much of my memory as I can in words and pictures, but time's cruel flow has washed most of it away. I cannot even remember the face of my previous master.

Zethia: So when you said "uncountable years," you meant exactly that.

Cleo: Yes. But now my wait is over. Together we will banish the mists between past and present. I believe in you. Allow me to accompany you deeper into the forest, where you will find what you seek.

Euden: Thank you, Cleo. I can't imagine standing guard over a land for so long, and I'm excited for you to show it to me.

Cleo: It is...strange. I can no longer recall his face or voice, yet I feel certain you have his spirit.

Euden: Er, whose spirit?

Cleo: A man now lost to mist. Come, Euden. I will show you the way.