MTOW: Prologue.

Arc 1: Origins.

1000 years ago, in an age only heard in mythology on the Planet Mixel.


On the misty, open waters of the Zaltik Ocean, we see a rickety old looking ship on the horizon. On deck, a scraggly, yet royal looking Mixel with a robe paces back and forth reading a map.

"Any land on the horizon?" The royal Mixel said while pacing, an old looking Pyrratz Mixel is at the wheel, controlling the ship.

"Aye, no land in sight, your majesty." The captain said defeatedly, the king rolls up the map and joins the captain.

"If this fabled land is indeed real, what was taken away from me can finally rise from the ashes and sprawl into a new kingdom, my sons grow restless." The king said.

"We have been on yonder voyage for Maximum Mixel knows how long, your majesty." The captain says arrogantly, the king snaps.

"Thy Maximum Mixel himself gave me this map when my kingdom was up in flames, captain! What gave the reason to say thy name in vain?!" The king said in a frenzy.

"No need to cross attitudes with me, sir! We will find this land, even if I have to drop dead and lose me colors!" The captain said proudly.

"Good, I'll be below the deck resting thy royal feet." The king said.

Below deck, one of the king's children is looking out the window of the ship. "Father, any hopes of finding this land?" The young Mixel said.

"No." Said the king. "No land in sight, maybe the captain is right. Maybe thou have gone crazy." Continued the king.

"Thou have gone crazy?!" A voice says, arrogantly.

"Kaasill." The king said.

"Tsk, tsk, father." Kaasill said.

I believe your belief that thy Maximum Mixel who gave you the map you possess mayhap been fabricated!" Kaasill said proudly.

"BLASPHEMY!" The king shouted.

"Thy Maximum Mixel came to me in a dream and said that I, King Mixelot the II, would be yonder carrier of this map and reforge thy kingdom from the ashes!" King Mixelot II argued.

"Father! Fabrication was a crime punishable by 25 years in the dungeon! And besides, I think thou have gone senile." Kaasill lashed at his father.

"This will not end well, I'm going above deck." The young royal said nervously.

"THOU HAVE GONE SENILE?!" King Mixelot II roared. Above deck, the young royal looks at the old sea captain.

"Ah, fighting again? Young master?" Captain said.

"I just... I wish that dragon hadn't burned down our kingdom, being stuck with Kaasill and Father when they're constantly at each other's throats nearly causing drastic injuries worries me." the young royal lamented.

"Aye, two long months on the high seas will do that." Captain said.

Suddenly, the mist begins to clear and a small patch of land can be seen on the horizon, the captain gasps.

"Doth thy one good eye deceive me?!" The captain exclaims.

"What is it?" The royal said.

"Look, boy! Do you see what I see?!" The captain said.

"By Maximum Mixel's cutlery, your right! It's land!" The royal said excitedly.

"Get your family, we shall rejoice!" The captain said proudly.

The young royal rushes below deck, he finds Kaasill and the King resting from the fight

"Why must we fight?" King Mixelot II questions.