Prologue
PrologueDialogue
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!