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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑: ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏɴ a path in the woods. In the woods—

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒: I'm sorry to interrupt, but did what just happened count as dying?

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍: Fear not, mine own beloved; I shall shield us from such dire destiny.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒: I'm sorry, do we know you?

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍: Though you may not be acquainted with my face, I have been the guardian of our realm through the passage of time.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒: If you're the "guardian of our realm," what were you protecting us from?

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑: I can guess what you weren't protecting us from...

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍: Doubt me not, for I reign supreme over all.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒: I feel like that should be me, the one who is "reigning supreme."

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍: The trials and tribulations you will endure are of such magnitude that your delicate faculties could not comprehend. Fear not, for I shall be your shield and protector.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑: Ignoring her, if I can remember where I left off... Oh, right.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑: In the woods is a cabin. In the basement of that cabin is a hero. You're here to save him. If you don't, it's the end of the world.

Wasn't I already here?
I'm not doing this again!
Did the world already end?
Okay, I'll do it!
Nice try, but I'm not doing this again.
╰┈➤ [Go to the cabin]
[Leave]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑: You walk up the path to the cabin. A word of warning—the Hero has been described as frail and pathetic. Destined for so much, he wasted it all and was unworthy in the end. It is terrible to even be in his presence, knowing he could have been so much better. Do not listen to a word of it.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍: We shall grant all a chance. Shall we not, my cherished one?

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒: Sure...

╰┈➤ [Proceed to the cabin]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑: The inside of the cabin is a mess. Not only is there dirt, but the floor is also covered with torn tapestries. Ruined paintings hang loosely from the walls, and a dirty mirror barely clings on. The table is covered with scratches of crude words engraved on it. The only clean item in the room is a pristine key on top of the table.

╰┈➤ [Look in the mirror]
[Take the pristine key]
[Go downstairs]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑: You look in the mirror. You are too tall for it, so you crouch. Through the dirt, you can see yourself in white robes covering your body, leaving just enough room for your sandals to show. Your leaf crown circles your head.