Prologue

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Prologue

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In Pursuit of the Shard

Dialogue

The Prince: Is that... magic?!

What kind of fiends ARE these, anyway?!

The Prince: Aaaaaagh!

Nngh… I’m in trouble…

???: Brother!

I’ll get you out of there!

The Prince: Zethia! Notte! What are you doing here? I told you to wait at the castle!

Zethia: You shouldn’t try to do this alone. Let us help you! Notte: Besides, we both know the only reason you benched us is so we could come swooping in to save the day! The Prince: I was TRYING to protect you! You both know these woods are home to all manner of terrible fiends! Notte: Ugh! Protect us from what? That dark prison of death we just busted you out of? Zethia: She’s right, Brother. We agreed on this. No matter how trying the ordeal, the three of us must face it together. The Prince: You’re right. I was overconfident. And there’s no denying I could use the help. Thank you, both of you. Now let’s move out--our goal is just ahead. The Prince: This is the heart of the forest. We made it. The Prince: Thanks, you two. I couldn’t have done it without you. Notte: Very true! ...Aw, but don’t be too hard on yourself. You fought well. Notte: Now, who’s ready to find a pactstone?! It’s gotta be around here somewh-- Masked Girl: Why have you come here? If you knew the powers you were trifling with… Zethia: Stay alert, Brother. Something about her is not right. The Prince: Yeah, that much is clear. ...You there! Identify yourself. Masked Girl: I’ve no time to bandy about words. I will stop you from forging this dragonpact, no matter the cost! The Prince: Gya! How did she…? Zethia! Notte! Take cover! The Prince: Arrgh! Zethia: Brother! Hold on! I’ll heal you! Masked Girl: You must put an end to this folly at once. I will see to it this mistake does not happen again! Masked Girl: No… No, I’m so close! I can finish the task…. I… I just need more mana… The Prince: I...I don’t understand what happened. The dark aura about her has completely fallen away. The Prince: Well, seize the chance you’re given, I suppose. Masked Girl: Stop! No closer! Notte: Oooo...kay? Please tell me somebody has a plan for THAT. The Prince: We hold strong. Don’t worry. Zethia, Notte, I won’t let any harm come to either of you. There’s still a way! The Prince: O great dragon of the forest! If you can hear my voice, then heed my call. Grant me the pactstone’s power! ???: I hear your voice, pact-seeker… ???: Now prove your feeble flesh can withstand the supreme power of a dragon! Masked Girl: That light… The pactstone! But that can only mean one thing! The Prince: The dragon has answered me! The Prince: HaaaAAAAAAH! The Prince: *pant* I...I shapeshifted… So the pactstone’s power is true. Masked Girl: No… No no… He’s forged the pact again… Is there no changing this? Masked Girl: I can stay here no longer… But I will return! The Prince: Huh? More of them? Hyaaaa! Masked Girl: Gya! Notte: Wait, what? How? I mean, HUH?! That’s Zethia! Notte: But it’s also not Zethia, because Zethia is standing over there and… WHAAAAT?! Masked Girl: Nnngh… You weren’t supposed to find out. Masked Girl: But regardless...our time is up. We will finish this unpleasantness another day. The Prince: She’s gone. Zethia: Are you all right? Brother? The Prince: I’m fine--and I’m glad to see you two are safe. Notte: So, uuuh… I didn’t imagine that, right? The Prince: No, I saw it too. She looked exactly like Zethia. Zethia: What could it mean? Who IS she? The Prince: I don’t know. But I feel like our paths are definitely going to cross again… The Prince: Anyway, let’s table that for now. Look! Zethia: The pactstone! You forged a dragonpact! Zethia: Now you can join our brothers and sister in the line of succession! Notte: Woo-hoo! Man, that dragon must have seriously liked you! The Prince: I suppose so. And I guess that means I’m in line for the throne now. Windwyrm: Not yet. The Prince: “Not yet”? What do you mean, dragon? Windwyrm: I lent you my power only to stop the Otherworld’s encroachment. My pact with you is but a transient one. Windwyrm: I need to see how this unfolds. If you wish to see our pact made true, then journey now into the Mistholt. Notte: Wait, so this pact is temporary? Can he even do that?! ...HEY, DRAGON! YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED TO DO THAT! The Prince: I thought he gave up his power too easily… Very well, dragon. I’ll go where you ask, and I will prove myself to you! Windwyrm: You have fire in you. I like that. Tell me your name. Windwyrm: Euden… It is a good name--and somehow familiar. Windwyrm: Come then, Euden. Find me in my abode at the Mistholt!