Scenario:Heles - But Still They March On

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But Still They March On

Heles convinces Seruel to help her guide parliament, but Seruel wonders if sharing their opinions robs the people of their free will. Naoise counters that without a crown, the former prince and princess are just like any other citizen and should voice their concerns for the well-being of the island and its people.


Ceremony talks had ended at an impasse as members of the parliament couldn't come to an agreement.
It was then that Heles decided to take the helm to end the political imbroglio.
Seruel: Sister, did we not agree to hold our tongues?
Heles: I am well aware of your position. But I have my own thoughts on the matter.
Heles: I do apologize for not seeking your counsel before reaching a decision...
Seruel: I do believe my words would have fallen on deaf ears regardless. Just as when we were children.
Seruel: Honestly I was counting on it.
Heles: That is why I can depend on you, Seruel. You know me as well as I know you.
Seruel: Aside from being dragged into their sisters' affairs, for what other purpose do little brothers exist?
Heles: Aren't you cheeky...
Seruel shrugs and watches as Heles heads off to speak with the parliament.
Seruel: ...
Naoise: Seruel, the tea has been prepared.
Seruel: Thank you, Naoise.
Seruel: Naoise...
Naoise: Yes?
Seruel: I believe that the nature of the people of Alster Island gravitates toward honesty and trustworthiness.
Seruel: As such, they are a trusting kind, and should I or my sister share our thoughts with them, they would most likely follow us blindly.
Seruel: Our actions, then, would be tantamount to treason... A theft of the will of the people.
Naoise: Seruel...
Naoise: I must concur that the people place much trust in you and Heles.
Naoise: But it is of their own volition that they trust you both.
Naoise: Because they choose to follow your lead is not reason enough to believe that you bear the full weight of whatever may befall them.
Seruel: Be that as it may...
Naoise: As you have already acknowledged, you are no longer the prince of Irestill.
Naoise: Without a crown, you are no different from any other citizen. You are a soul wanting only what is best for this island.
Naoise: There is no need to keep your thoughts bottled up.
Seruel: Is that... really so?
Naoise: It is. I can see no other truth.
Seruel: Thank you.
Imperial Council: So... you propose we use the decorations prepared for Deirdre Fest?
Town Council: But won't those be reminders of the battle we only just fought? I believe we'd best avoid those.
Imperial Council: There is no budget for creating new ornaments. You must understand that...
Town Council: What say we do away with decorations all together? We can use food stalls to liven the mood, yes?
Village Council: But wouldn't the streets lined with stalls be a bit too festive?
Town Council: Merriment is a necessity. Especially for the children. They must laugh, and—
Many decisions must be made for the ceremony, but opinions flood the ears of all ad nauseam.
Heles: (With this many ideas, there is no way we can reach a consensus. What a fortunate problem to have.)
Heles: (Nonetheless...)
Imperial Council: As I said! It would be best if—
Town Council: And as I was saying—
Heles: (They let their ideals cloud their thoughts and see very little of what others say.)
Heles: (There must something I can do to end this...)
Heles: If I may...
Imperial Council: Your Grace... Apologies... We have lost ourselves to passion once again...
Heles: Passion is what this island needs. That and the ability to listen calmly as others speak.
Town Council: We disgrace ourselves...
Heles: Perhaps it is direct conversation that causes you to lose yourselves.
Village Council: Even so, how can we communicate otherwise?
Heles: What if I were to hear each of your ideas and write them down?
Heles: It is often the case that before a speaker has finished their last word, the listener has already formed an opinion and attempts to speak their own thoughts.
Town Council: But who are we to ask you to take notes while we speak...
Heles: I do everything for the good of this island.
Heles: However, time is of the essence. I will implore Seruel to help me.
Heles: If... that is all right...
Village Council: We would have it no other way. A record of these proceedings will serve us well.
Heles: Then let us begin. Time is not our friend, so we will need to move quickly.
Imperial Council: Yes, Your Grace! As you please.

But Still They March On: Scene 2

The former royals lead the parliament masterfully but face the issue of how to make sure even citizens furthest from the capital can participate in the ceremony. Luckily with the help of Naoise, everyone is able to agree on a solution: a group of soldiers and monsters will ban together to show their solidarity as allies and embark on a pilgrimage to collect wooden tags with the names of departed loved ones written on them from every corner of the island.


Heles and Seruel take down the opinions of each of the members of parliament.
Each member then reads the ideas at their own pace and reflects.
Imperial Council: Reading offers such a unique perspective. It allows me to even see the flaws in my own ideas.
Heles: And with new eyes, we can approach the ceremony once again.
Village Council: Perhaps a ceremony that at once pays respect to the departed and celebrates their victory...
Village Council: Is not something we can do in one fell swoop.
Heles: Yes... It may be that we are trying to fire two arrows with one bow...
Town Council: Then what if we fire two arrows with two bows?
Town Council: We can split the ceremony into two days instead of one. The first half will be a memorial and the second a celebration.
Imperial Council: That is plausible. I had imagined that a toll would be placed on the citizens to hold a ceremony even for a day, let alone two...
Village Council: While we are on the subject of burdens, are you aware that not everyone lives so close to the royal capital?
Village Council: There are many whose farms have been scorched to the ground. They have little time to spare beyond their repairs.
Village Council: Even so, they too would like to participate in our ceremony were it at all possible.
Imperial Council: Hm... I had not considered the distance...
Heles: Enter.
Naoise: Forgive me. I am here in regards to the soldiers' request for the ceremony.
Imperial Council: The soldiers' request? Would this have anything to do with their parade?
Imperial Council: They have spent much time preparing for Deirdre Fest, but I think it is not appropriate to hold a parade for the memorial.
Naoise: As you wish. I believe they will readily understand, but...
Naoise: They have asked that the citizens see them walking with monsters in amity.
Naoise: They wish to pay respects to the fallen monsters and show that skydwellers and surviving monsters can become friends.
Heles: How honorable. Many were harmed by the maddened monsters during the struggle. It is important that the masses understand that not all monsters mean us ill.
Heles: Monsters, the people, Deirdre... All are equal on this island. No one must forget that.
Heles: All hatred must be purified from the hearts of those that live here.
Town Council: A ceremony which the villagers can attend and showcases harmony between people and monsters... A difficult problem, indeed...
Naoise: They do not wish to impose their will unilaterally. May I make a suggestion?
Heles: By all means speak freely.
Naoise: As you all know, Alster funerals involve sending coffins to the bottom of the sky. The deceased's name is written on a wooden tag and burned along with flowers.
Heles: Thus the soul is returned to the skies. I believe there are already fires burning as we speak.
Naoise: There are. What if the soldiers and monsters went around collecting these tags?
Naoise: And what if they burned them all together in honor of the dearly departed?
Naoise: A prayer to the skies as they watch the smoke rise would help some find solace, I believe...
Village Council: A pilgrimage with our soldiers and allied monsters... Then anyone could feel as if they were participating in the ceremony without having to come to the capital.
Imperial Council: Let us determine the required amount of rupies it would take for such an excursion. I would like to see this plan come to fruition.
Naoise: You have my gratitude. The soldiers will rejoice.
Heles: Two days instead of one, a pilgrimage... There is much to be decided.
Heles: For the island and its people, we must devote all our resources.
Heles: Let us waste no time in preparations.
Town Council: As you will it, Your Grace!

But Still They March On: Scene 3

When the day of the ceremony finally arrives, the beautiful pilgrimage draws to an end, lifting the spirits of all participants and onlookers. Afterward Heles visits her mother and father's mausoleum to pray for what has been lost and what is to come.


The parliament discusses the finer details of the pilgrimage portion of the memorial.
They decide to arrange music and stalls for after the tags are burned.
All parts of the island converge and quickly put together the necessary items for the pilgrimage.
Seruel: The soldiers are ready. What of the monsters?
Naoise: Sentries especially attuned to the monsters appear to have a pacifying effect on the beasts.
Seruel: Everyone is elated, yet their hearts are calm... How fitting for the memorial.
Naoise: I hope this will go a long way in lifting their spirits.
Quiet footsteps mark the beginning of the procession. The monsters and soldiers walk in perfect unison.
Heles: The time has come.
Heles: Let us offer a silent prayer for the departed and for the living.
Seruel: ...
Naoise: ...
Soldiers: ...
Monster: Grr...
Heles: After the collapse of the old kingdom, the animosity between people and monsters brought destruction to our land.
Heles: Those hurt by that strife stand before us.
Heles: Even so, now those two entities come together, brothers in arms. My heart swells with pride.
Heles looks out into the crowds and begins to speak.
Heles: For those who died so that we may live, we march!
Heles: For the glory of our land and our people, we march!
Heles: For their memory, we march!
Soldiers and monsters alike are silent. They begin their solemn journey.
Those in the towns and villages wait to present the wooden tags engraved with the names of their fallen loved ones.
The soldiers carry a large coffin on their shoulders. The citizens offer their symbols of the dead as they pass.
Child: Oh no... I can't reach...
Child: Father...
Seruel: What's the matter? Why does grief strike you?
Child: I... I'm too short... I can't reach the box...
Seruel: Oh... That won't stand. Come here, kiddo.
Child: Huh!
Seruel takes the boy and puts him onto his shoulders.
Child: Thank you...
Seruel: Think nothing of it. You lost your father?
Child: He got hurt... and then never got better...
Seruel: Forgive me...
Seruel: What sort of man was he?
Child: He... was big and could lift heavy things... And...
As the coffin grows heavy with tags, the living mourn the loss of their brethren with tears and talks of fond memories.
Days pass as the procession walks from one end of the island to the other until the pilgrimage comes to its conclusion.
Scathacha: Hear me. You've all done well in collecting the tags of the people.
Before the burning of the tags, Scathacha takes a moment to praise the soldiers and monsters in front of the nearly overflowing coffin.
She then shifts her attention and begins speaking to the people gathered in the capital.
Scathacha: People of the island! I will protect all of you. Every person and every monster.
Scathacha: But remember a true dragon is not omnipotent. I was unable to stop the tragedy that befell Alster. For that I am sorry.
Scathacha: If you should remain here on this island, I promise to keep you all under my watchful eye, and...
Scathacha: Together we'll move forward.
Scathacha: While we lament the loss of so many today, we will hold hope in our hearts for tomorrow!
With that, Scathacha lights the coffin on fire.
Naoise: ...
The people face the fire and put their hands together in prayer. Suddenly an unexpected sound is heard.
Heles: Those are—
Seruel: Fireworks... But there was no discussion of such a thing...
The night sky is lit with an array of fleeting, beautiful lights amid wisps of smoke from the funeral pyre.
Scathacha: Now, live! Enjoy yourselves in this ceremony celebrating those you loved and those you love!
Scathacha's words resonate with the citizens, and they begin their patronage of the various stalls.
As the music begins, the people slowly disperse.
Scathacha: Yup. Perfect.
Naoise: Scathacha! Where did the fireworks come from?
Vyrn: Heh heh! Good job, everybody!
Lyria: I'm so glad we pulled the fireworks off! Aren't you, (Captain)?
Naoise: (Captain)?
Seruel: So we have you to thank for the fires in the night sky, (Captain)?
Lyria: Hehe... Actually Scathacha asked us to gather the materials.
Heles: I knew that it was possible to set them off from such heights, but that was something else...
Vyrn: Thanks! We had some specialists help out, and we lit them on the Grandcypher.
Scathacha: Even people who couldn't come to the capital could enjoy that spectacle.
Scathacha: Plus fireworks lit up the mood in addition to the darkness. Two birds.
Seruel: Sigh... It would have been preferable for you to have consulted the parliament first.
Seruel: But I suppose thanks are in order. To you and the crew.
Vyrn: Dude! Don't worry. Thanks is where you start and end the conversation!
Scathacha: (Captain)... You saved so many lives when you helped us fight against Medb.
Scathacha: I'm sure the people of this island extend their appreciation to you and your crew as well. Enjoy our ceremony.
Lyria: We will! Let's go, (Captain)!
Djeeta is the Main Character
(Captain) requests a tour guide.
  1. I choose you, Seruel.
  2. I choose you, Naoise.


Choose: I choose you, Seruel.

Seruel: (Captain), you require an escort?
Seruel: It would be disgraceful of me to ignore the request of a lady such as yourself.
Your hand, please.
Seruel: Shall we?
Seruel takes (Captain) by the hand, and they begin walking into the capital.
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Choose: I choose you, Naoise.

Naoise: As you wish, (Captain). I shall walk with you.
Naoise: Those who run shops on the island have come to sell various goods.
Naoise: I am privy to a few which the soldiers hold in high regard. Let me guide you to them.
(Captain) is led through the hustle and bustle of the ceremony by Naoise.
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Gran is the Main Character
(Captain) requests a tour guide.
  1. I choose you, Heles.
  2. I choose you, Scathacha.


Choose: I choose you, Heles.

Heles: Hehe. Lucky me. I will take you wherever you wish.
Heles: I hear some are gathering in the plaza to dance.
Heles: Would you care to partake in the festivities with me?
Heles smiles, and together they head for the heart of the ceremony.
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Choose: I choose you, Scathacha.

Scathacha: I was just thinking I'd like to go see everyone enjoying themselves.
Scathacha: If I can see one smiling face, all of this work will not have been in vain.
Scathacha: Come on. Let's go peruse the stalls, (Captain)!
Scathacha takes her place by (Captain)'s side, and together they leave for the closest stall.

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As the ceremony comes to an end, natural fatigue sets in.
But (Captain) spots Heles leaving a crowd of people.
Interest piqued, (Captain) makes for Heles in the direction of the castle.
Heles: ...
Heles: Father...
(Captain) respectfully calls out to Heles, who is standing in front of a white shrine.
Heles: (Captain)?
Heles: Thank you for your consideration. I do not mean to ruin the spirit of this night.
Heles: This shrine is actually a mausoleum for members of the Irestill royal family.
Heles: Their names are engraved on the stones here.
Heles: So many names... including my father's, the final king...
Heles's eyes scream sadness as she silently looks on. (Captain) holds her.
Heles: I know that not everything goes well. But still... I have my regrets.
Heles: The soldiers, the monsters, my kingdom, my mother and father...
Heles: What if I could have saved more of them? What if there were something more I could have done?
Heles: But I and everyone on this island have to carry this burden with us...
Heles: From this day forward, I will do everything in my power not to lose anyone to senseless tragedy.
Heles: ...
Heles: It is when pain fills a heart that it especially resonates with the hurt of another. And the want to spare anyone else the same fate is born...
Heles: Or perhaps I just want to believe that all these scars upon my heart have meaning...
Heles: Even so... I will reach out to anyone who asks for my help.
Heles: For as long as I shall live...
Although tragedy holds her heart in its cold grip...
Heles burns with resolution, chasing away the icy touch into the dark night.
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