Scenario:Between Frost and Flame - Ending

From Granblue Fantasy Wiki
Jump to navigation Jump to search

Between Frost and Flame - Ending

Percival and Aglovale fall unconscious after the Otherworld Key is defeated, sending them back to a childhood memory in which they watch their mother die because of bandits. Percival reveals that their mother never wanted them to bear a grudge against anyone. Faced with the truth, Aglovale reconciles with his younger brother.



Otherworld Key: Gur... Gurgyaa!
(Captain) and the others finally destroy the Otherworld Key in a grueling battle.
Percival: Huff... Huff... Is it done with?
Lancelot: I... I think it is...
Siegfried: Hmm... I don't know if it's still alive or not, but its power seems to be draining away.
Vane: Hey, look! Over there!
The party looks to where Vane is pointing and sees Aglovale's body on the ground.
Percival: Brother!
Forcing his pain-wracked body to move, Percival runs over to his brother and pulls him into his arms.
An ominous presence watches from the shadows.
???: Just another worthless piece of scrap in the end... Mortals don't have what it takes no matter how powerful they are.
???: Humph... Ah well, there's always next time...
The shadowy figure disappears in a wisp of smoke, completely unnoticed by the party.
The ground begins to shake at the same moment.
Percival: Brother... Stay with me...
Aglovale: Percival?
Percival: How are you feeling, Brother?
Aglovale: Percy... Mother...
As Aglovale slips out of consciousness, Percival blacks out as well.
Once upon a time a terrible war raged between two neighboring lands. Wales Castle became inundated with refugees.
Herzeloyde flits busily through the castle halls.
Herzeloyde: Hm? Why do you look so worried, Percy?
Young Percival: I don't understand, Mama. Why are all these people here in our land?
Herzeloyde: Because they have no homes to return to. They were burned up in the war.
Herzeloyde: So we have to make sure these people are okay and help them as much as we can.
Young Percival: Help them?
Young Aglovale: But why should we have to help them?
Herzeloyde: Oh dear, because we want to of course! Mm, not everything needs a reason I suppose.
Herzeloyde: Anyway, you know what they say: help others and others will help you.
Herzeloyde: Imagine if we lost our home, and everybody pretended not to notice. Wouldn't that make you very sad?
Young Aglovale: Yeah... That wouldn't feel very nice at all.
Young Lamorak: But if we didn't have a house, we could go on an adventure anywhere!
Herzeloyde: Why, yes, we could! That sounds like fun!
Herzeloyde: But what if we get hungry?
Young Lamorak: We need food?
Herzeloyde: Yes, we can't travel the whole time without food.
Herzeloyde: A beautiful view is hard to enjoy on an empty tummy.
Young Lamorak: Mmhmm, Mama's right.
Herzeloyde: So when you meet someone in trouble, I want you to ask them if they need help.
Herzeloyde: I hope you all grow up to be kind people like that.
Herzeloyde: What do you think? Will you make a promise to your mama?
Herzeloyde breaks into a warm smile as she looks at her children.
Young Percival: Yes, Mama!
Young Aglovale: Of course, Mother. Lords need to be kind to the common people after all.
Young Lamorak: Okay! They can have half of my food!
The war worsens, and the conflict gradually spills over into parts of Wales.
Herzeloyde and her three boys are traveling in a carriage.
Young Percival: Ngh... Mmm...
Herzeloyde: Sorry, did I wake you, Percy? Go back to sleep, dear.
Young Percival: Mama, do you have any snacks?
Young Lamorak: Sigh... I'm hungry too. We need more than air to live.
Young Lamorak: Those villagers ate all our food! They've got no manners!
Herzeloyde: I'm sorry, boys. I'm sure your papa will have some warm soup for us when we get back.
Young Percival: Mmm... A big bowl of warm soup...
Young Lamorak: Boo... I still wish we had some leftovers.
Young Aglovale: Stop complaining and pull yourselves together!
Young Aglovale: Is this how a proud member of the House of Wales acts?
Young Aglovale: Stop making Mother worry, you hear me?
Young Percival: Yes...
Young Lamorak: Okay...
Percival and Lamorak look crestfallen after a scolding from their older brother.
Young Aglovale: Huh?
Herzeloyde: I'm sorry I don't have anything for you.
Herzeloyde: But we should be home soon—
Suddenly the carriage flips over accompanied by a loud bang.
Herzeloyde: ...!
When the passengers come to, they realize they are trapped inside the overturned carriage.
Young Percival: Ugh...
Young Lamorak: What happened? That was scary...
Young Aglovale: Ugh... Did the carriage tip over?
Eventually the three boys notice that they are being cradled in their mother's arms.
Herzeloyde: Oh, thank goodness you're all okay.
Young Percival: W-what's that, Mama?
Young Lamorak: It's all goopy...
Young Aglovale: Mother... What is this?
Herzeloyde: Oh... It's mine...
Herzeloyde is hunched over her boys, a piece of wood protruding from her back like a burial cross.
The color drains from Percival and Lamorak's faces as the pool of blood at their feet grows ever larger.
Young Percival: Mama! Mama!
Young Lamorak: Why is this happening, Mama? It can't be real...
Young Aglovale: Get a grip, you two! How's panicking going to help anyone?
Young Aglovale: Agh... Where's the driver?
Young Aglovale: Can anyone hear me? Anybody?
Just then a pair of men enter the carriage, their voices shaking.
Bandit 1: N-no funny business! Just hand over the valuables!
Bandit 2: Y-you're Lady Herzeloyde!
Herzeloyde: Huff... Huff... Who are... you?
Bandit 1: Oh no... This is all wrong...
Young Aglovale: You're those villagers from the other day!
Young Aglovale: Take whatever you want, but please... please...
Young Aglovale: Please help my mother! You have to!
Bandit 1: Hey, what're we gonna do now? They recognized us...
Bandit 2: It was your idea to hit the carriage! You deal with it!
Young Lamorak: I'm sorry!
Herzeloyde: Please... spare... my boys...
Young Percival: Don't die, Mama... Mama, you can't...
Young Aglovale: You guys stay behind me! It'll be okay. I'll definitely protect you...
Bandit 2: C'mon, get it over with! Someone's gonna come any minute now!
Young Aglovale: Please, there's still time to save her! I'm begging you: call someone over!
Tears stream down Aglovale's face like floodgates being opened.
Bandit 1: Urgh... Shut up, twerp!
Young Aglovale: Gwah!
Bandit 2: H-hey, you okay, kid?
The heck are you doing? Don't go overboard!
Bandit 1: Stop bein' such a coward and help me look for the good stuff!
Bandit 1: Tch, this jewel's all they got. Let's get outta here!
Bandit 2: Wait! Don't leave me behind!
The bandits flee from the carriage.
Young Aglovale: Wretched scum...
Aglovale dazedly gets to his feet.
Young Aglovale: Lamorak, try to stop the bleeding.
Young Lamorak: O-okay!
Young Aglovale: Percival, don't move from Mother's side.
Young Percival: Sniff... Okay... Sob...
Young Aglovale: Someone! Help us! Please help! Is anyone out there?
Aglovale staggers outside the toppled carriage, calling for help.
Young Aglovale: Good-for-nothing wretches... They're the lowest form of people in this world.
Young Aglovale: I'll never forgive them... I'll never forgive them!
With a fierce look in his eyes, Aglovale curses the bandits over and over again.
Young Lamorak: It's no good... I can't stop the bleeding.
Young Lamorak: My magic's just not good enough.
Young Lamorak: Someone help us... Anyone...
The only thing Percival can do is grasp his mother's hand.
Herzeloyde: Gasp... Wheeze... Are you there... Percy?
Young Percival: Yes! I'm right here, Mama!
Herzeloyde: Come...
Young Percival: Mama?
Herzeloyde: Don't...
Young Percival: Mama!
Herzeloyde: Don't... hold... grudges...
Herzeloyde: Be nice... to your brothers...
Herzeloyde: Per... cival...
Lamo... rak...
Aglo... vale...
Herzeloyde: I love... you...
Young Percival: Sob... Mama...
Percival takes in Herzeloyde's dying words.
He continues to firmly grasp her hand even as the warmth slowly fades away.
Percival: Ngh... Ugh... Where am I?
Percival wakes up in a bedroom he doesn't recognize.
Percival: It's warm...
(Captain) is sleeping in a chair next to Percival's bed.
Percival: That's right. You're here because of me.
Percival ruffles (Captain)'s hair gently with a warm expression on his face.
Percival: Heh. How many times have you helped me now, (Captain)?
(Captain)'s snore seems to say don't mention it, but (Captain)'s sleeping, innocent expression never changes.
Percival: I don't know where you draw your strength from. Maybe it'll always be a mystery.
(Captain)'s eyes slowly open as the rest of the party enters the room.
Vyrn: Hey, they're both awake!
Lyria: Waaah! Your vassals are so glad to see that you're okay!
Percival: I really made you worry this time, didn't I?
Lancelot: It seems the color has been restored to your face, Percival.
Percival: Thanks for the concern, Lancelot. By the way, where are we?
Lancelot: We asked some people from Wales Castle if they had a spare room. I hope you don't mind?
Percival: No, not at all. Thank you.
Vane: You hungry, Percy? I'll make you whatever you want. Your choice!
Percival: Ah, can't really say I'm hungry right now, mongrel.
Vane: Porridge it is then! Porridge does wonders for digestion!
Vane: All right, all right! One Vane Super Special coming right up!
Percival: Hey, I didn't order any porridge! Don't go deciding things on your own!
Siegfried: Percival... May I have a word regarding your family?
Percival: Ah! What of my brother and the state of Wales?
Siegfried: Don't worry. Fortunately his life is in no danger.
Percival: Thank goodness.
Siegfried: The entire area caved in after you lost consciousness.
Siegfried: No one will ever be able to use it again.
Siegfried: I believe there are only a handful of people who know about the Otherworld Key and the underground secrets.
Siegfried: We can safely quash any leaks to the public about his plan as fearmongering rumors.
Siegfried: Having said that, we still don't know what the Otherworld's motives are.
Lancelot: The Order of the White Dragons is overseeing public order and the restoration of Wales.
Percival: It seems I have much to thank you for.
Lancelot: You were a huge help to us before, remember? Think nothing of it.
Percival: Heh. Does that make us even?
Percival: So where is my brother?
Lancelot: Come with me.
(Captain) and the others take Percival to another room.
Percival: Brother...
Aglovale opens his eyes.
Percival gingerly approaches his brother's bedside.
Percival: How are you feeling?
Aglovale: Hey, Percival... Well, I'm still alive.
Aglovale: I just had a long dream that I haven't seen in a long time. A memory of Mother.
Percival: I believe I saw the same dream.
Aglovale: Really? Perhaps our reunion has resurrected old memories.
Percival: Yes...
They sit in silence for a while.
Percival: Where did the Otherworld Key come from?
Aglovale: It was our father's legacy. Gahmuret left it behind after his death.
Percival: What? He had a hand in this?
Aglovale: Yes. After Mother died, he constructed an underground laboratory to study the Otherworld.
Aglovale: When I inherited the family estate, I inherited his research as well. I made a new pact with an Otherworld being that Father had made contact with.
Aglovale: That creature gave me the Otherworld Key as a type of weapon.
Percival: A weapon? Then the true culprit behind this is that fiend from the Otherworld!
Aglovale: No, you're wrong. The fault is mine.
Aglovale: My heart is weak. That allowed the Otherworld to take advantage of me and cause this strife.
Percival: But—
Aglovale: Furthermore I truly believed that people were fundamentally evil.
Aglovale: I'd forgotten all the kindness that had been done to me. How could I trust people after those villains left our mother to die?
Percival: What was your real reason for wanting to open the gate?
Aglovale: By using the key to open the gate, I could connect our world with the Otherworld.
Aglovale: Perhaps I just wanted to see Mother again one more time.
Percival: ...
Aglovale: Go on, scoff at your stupid brother. I deserve it.
Aglovale: There was something I wanted to ask her. People are such vile creatures, you see.
Aglovale: But she continued to love those very same people until her last breath.
Aglovale: I wanted to know how she felt about that in her final moments.
Percival: Brother...
Percival recounts their mother's last words.
Percival: Mother's heart was full of love right up to the end.
Percival: She told me not to bear any grudges and that we three brothers should live in harmony.
Percival: She told me... that she loved us...
Aglovale: I see... Mother never doubted for a second.
Percival: No, she didn't.
Aglovale: I've been following the wrong path ever since then.
Aglovale: From that day on not the words of my vassals nor my own brothers could have swayed me from that path.
Aglovale: You've always been surrounded by loving friends on your travels, Percival.
Aglovale: But I've always been alone.
Percival: No, Brother. You'll never be alone.
Aglovale: ...
Percival: You... You have me. And Lamorak.
Aglovale: Percival...
Percival: Let's start again. With all three of us working together this time.
Aglovale: Yes... I'd like that, Percival.
(Captain) and the others watch the two brothers exchange firm handshakes.
Under the soft rays of the afternoon sun, two brothers—one of fire, one of ice—rekindle a scene of their childhood bliss.
Between Frost and Flame
The End