The Proud Windwyrm
The Proud WindwyrmSummary
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
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.
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.