My aching eyes grow weary as the first light of dawn approaches; sleep has eluded me this night due to the numerous hours spent scouring over incantations from an ancient tome. I seek to summon the aid of a powerful warrior, one capable of accompanying me on my quest to reclaim my kingdom of Raquiria. My father's bastard, Amarant, has usurped the throne, imprisoned the royal family, and banished me under pain of death. Countless months have been spent in vain trying to rally support from any who would hear my plea; they are either loyal to the crown or too afraid of my brother's wrath. Just as any remaining hope begins to dwindle, I stumble upon an archaic invocation meant to summon a warrior of pure light. This spell... It must be what I've been searching for! It's...the only option that I have left. I swallow nervously, inhale deeply, and recite the incantation from a ragged verso. At first, nothing happens; there is only silence. Suddenly, a blinding flash of light followed by a dull roar engulfs the surrounding forest and overwhelms my senses. I grasp my spear tightly as a silhouette then emerges, bathed in holy light.