Green Prince

Here, the proof of our majesty... mark of our divine right...

Our capital, built grand... The seat of our sovereignty... slipped from my mind...

Why does it fade? Why can I not recall that sacred place?

The myth we made... by grace... by blade...

All bowed before we princes green...

So many moments spent simple... joyful... free...

Why does it fade? Why can I not recall that sacred place?

Warrior... I heard your approach. Why do you come? Surely you’ve no desire to see these long collapsed caves?

Hornet

The way was open, sir. I merely followed the path through. Am I correct to guess you were once a resident of these borderlands?

Aye... and glorious they were, in their time. Pharloom’s end approaches, but my caves, these caves, fell to fate long before.

Of that fair land, I am the last... Now to remain till the end, and remember the splendour that was...

Here, the trail of the stag touched pale... We hunted her, felled her, as none before were able...

Proof it became, of our majesty... mark of our divine right...

All bowed before we princes green...

Again... to see... this land abandoned... betrayed...

...And a throne I could not sit alone...

Hornet

You were mortal bugs, caught beneath a being pale... Devotion or destruction... these are the only fates my kind allow.

These waters, at land’s edge... and the shrine atop... our furtive escape... our brief retreat from rule...

So many moments spent simple... joyful... free...

Hornet

Feel guilt at your absence, sir, but know the end was inexorable, the outcome set, whether you remained or not.

Do not seek to console me, warrior... This memory is mine alone... I’ll not brook your brutish intrusion...

You who dare trespass this sacred chamber, ready yourself... to see us, and know us, Verdania’s rulers, together in our finest form...

No more talk, warrior. Permit me this final moment of memorial.

Hornet

As you wish, sir. I shall disturb you no longer.

Hornet

Safe journey, tall bug.

This is Pharloom, warrior. Safety is a myth.

So I am freed, despite no request of mine for aid.

Hornet

And I do not ask gratitude. The key merely fit the lock. If you choose, stay in here and wait till your shell hardens to crust.

No. I shall depart shortly. With my way clear, my wish again propels me, though I tried to avoid it.

Hornet

Then safe journey, tall bug. I’ll not pry further. Clearly you bear your own burden.