Narrator: Ciaros walked along. It had been a week since they had found Wolfen, and now they were nearing home: Goldfrost`s palace.
Narrator: Raxonax seemed upbeat, probably because they were nearing home. Raxonax always liked the tea there.
Narrator: Wolfen, on the other hand, seemed worried.
Narrator: Finally Wolfen broke the silence.
Wolfen: So, who are you guys anyway?
Raxonax: Ha! Only the fifth most important special ops team in all of Goldffrost`s legions!
Ciaros: Raxonax, I told you not to brag.
Raxonax: It`s true, isn`t it? Besides, he`d find out sooner or later from Goldguy.
Ciaros: I`d much rather let someone else do the bragging for us.
???: Tut tut tut! No wonder you ran from me, Raxonax, you can`t even keep a friend without bickering!
???: Oh, please, Raxonax, did you really think that you could escape me? Even you must realize that you and I are meant to fight, and there is no way to competely avoid it. All you do by secluding yourself is delaying the moment I lay my blade to your neck. Why put it off any longer? Your doom will come soon enough.
Raxonax: You need to go. Now.
Ciaros: Oh, no, you`ve been a backseat leader for the last time, I`m staying.
Wolfen: It`s your funeral.
Narrator: As Wolfen scrambled up a cliff, Raxonax and Ciaros prepared for battle.
Narrator: Ciaros made the first move. With a motion of the hand, he shot a psychic blast at the foe, tossing him into a cliff. The foe retaliated quickly, however, with a sharp blow to the head.
Narrator: The last thing he saw before blacking out was a swirled image of Raxonax fighting.
Narrator: When he woke up, he was slumped against a cliff.
??? familiar voice: Took you long enough.
Ciaros: How long have I been here?
Raxonax: About two hours now.
Ciaros: Where is Wolfen?
Raxonax: Oh, you mean the bloodhound? He scramed, like I told him to. For one of those stuck-up nobles, he has a fairly level head on his shoulders.
Ciaros: Then we have to go find him.
Narrator: But he had not yet fully recovered. He stumbled, but Raxonax caught him.
Raxonax: Easy, slugger. That was a hard blow to the head.