### Twokinds Transcript

## Prologue

# 1
[Frame looking directly up at clear afternoon sky]
[Trace lying on ground]
Trace: Hm?
[Trace sits up]
Trace: Where... am I?
[Trace looks around]
Trace: [Thinking] I feel like I should know this place... ...but why?
[Trace assumes a stunned expression]
Trace: [Thinking] Wait a minute... Who am I?!

# 2
Out of frame: HELP!
Trace: Eh?!
[Trace looks behind himself]
Trace: What was that? Sounds like some-one's in trouble.
Trace: A girl?
[Sword lying in the grass]
Trace: Well, I won't know anything sitting here. I have a feeling I'll need this, though.
[Tree tops]
(In the forest...)
[Man with raised sword approaches Flora]
Man: Hey, little Keidran.
Man: Looks like you're in a lot of trouble.
[Flora crouched on one knee]
Man: These are human lands...
Man: And your head's worth quite a lot around here. You'd be amazed what they'd pay for a hide like yours.
Flora: whimper

# 3
[Trace moves between the man and Flora, sword raised]
Trace: Hey, leave her alone!
Flora: !
[Trace assumes an unsure expression]
Trace: [Thinking] Great, now what do I do? I don't even know if I can use this sword! And what is this girl, anyways?
[Man, annoyed]
Man: Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing? I saw it first, and... wait... you're...
[Man points at Trace, shocked]
Man: Y-You're the Grand Templar!
Trace: Uh... I am?

# 4
[Man walking away from Trace]
Man: My apologies, Master Templar. I didn't realize it was you. The Keidran's all yours. Goodbye, Trace.
Trace: Uh... bye...
[Trace]
Man: Be careful around that one, though. You may want to dispatch her quickly. She can be vicious.
Trace: !
[Trace looks at Flora]
Trace: V-vicious?
[Man, aside]
Man: Yes, good. This may work out after all.
Man: Taking his memories was a stroke of genius.
[Man's face transforming to cracked mask with glowing eyes]
[Ephemural, in place of the man]
Ephemural: My enemy has become my greatest asset. What better way to protect the girl than with the human's own weapon?
Ephemural: Now I just wait...
[Trace looking at Flora]
Ephemural: [Narrative] ...and hope they don't kill each other... just yet...