PrologueSummary
A prince arrives at the forest of a legendary dragon known as the Windwyrm. To save his kingdom, the prince must forge a pact with the Windwyrm and harness his power.
Dialogue
The Prince: ...This is it. The Windwyrm's wood. My forefather made a pact with this very dragon.
The Prince: The pactstone must be here as well. And if so, I'm going to find it.
The Prince: The people of Alberia are counting on me. I won't fail them!
One by one, with skill and confidence, the prince dispatches the fiends that attack him.
The Prince: This place is overrun with fiends. Of all times...
The Prince: I can't delay. I need that pactstone so I can claim the dragon's power!
One by one, with skill and confidence, the prince dispatches the fiends that attack him.
The Prince: Time is short. I need to use all my power!
The prince unleashes a powerful blow that annihilates his foes. But as he does, a voice issues from deeper in the wood warning him to turn back.
The Prince: Nice. Nothing will keep me from that pact now!
???: Turn back...You're making a terrible mistake...
The Prince: Huh? Who said that?!
Just as the prince is about to be done in by fiends, he is rescued by his twin sister, Zethia, and the faerie Notte. They agree that no matter how trying the ordeal, the three of them will face it together.
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 princess Zethia and the faerie Notte join forces with the prince. With hope renewed, the three push deeper into the forest.
The Prince: We can do this if we work together. Now come on, let's keep fighting!
Zethia: I've got your back, Brother!
Notte: Me too. Let's get this show on the road!
No sooner do the prince and company reach the heart of the forest than they are confronted by an ominous masked woman. Determined to stop the prince from forging a dragonpact, the woman summons forth a horde of fiends.
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!
Confronted with the masked woman's power, the prince and his friends appear defeated until he beseeches the dragon of the forest to grant him a pact. A menacing voice answers, and a pactstone appears to seal the accord.
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!
The prince has forged a pact with the Windwyrm and now has the ability to shapeshift into 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 defeats the fiends with the power of the dragon, but the masked woman summons even more as she moves to retreat. The prince then unleashes one last attack that cuts through the air and sunders the woman's mask.
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!
The woman's mask falls away, revealing she could be Zethia's twin. However, she vanishes before the mystery can be solved. The prince and friends celebrate the new dragonpact, but the dragon tells them the pact is temporary before asking the prince his name.
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.
Midgardsormr: Not yet.
The Prince: “Not yet”? What do you mean, dragon?
Midgardsormr: I lent you my power only to stop the Otherworld’s encroachment. My pact with you is but a transient one.
Midgardsormr: 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!
Midgardsormr: You have fire in you. I like that. Tell me your name.
Midgardsormr: Euden… It is a good name--and somehow familiar.
Midgardsormr: Come then, Euden. Find me in my abode at the Mistholt!
Notte: You got to meet the Windwyrm! Yay, YOU!
Notte: I know you're raring to hit the Mistholt, but we've gotta get ready first.
Notte: Your journey's gonna be full of exciting adventures and battles with tough foes, so you'll need to be on your toes.
Notte: But hey, while we're getting ready, I'll show you some folks who might be up for helping you!