Prologue

[faentasy]

PROLOGUE

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The clink of glasses, the clatter of utensils upon plates and the soft murmur of conversation flows smoothly in the warmly lit dining hall. It's a dinner party, a rather vivacious one at that, with the food flowing freely. Savory and sweet, regional specialties, refined and rustic, there's something for everyone. Omurice, chiffon cake, kimchi, sizzling porterhouse steaks—it might be more apt to call it a buffet than anything else.

Do buffets usually serve such a unique smorgasbord of food? And actually, weren't you doing something else? A free meal is usually a good thing but is anything truly free? Who are these people around you? And where exactly are you?

Whatever thoughts are racing through your mind, they're abruptly cut off by a note, high pitched G-sharp from a woodwind. All your senses return to you, though they won't tell you much. Maybe not all of them actually, if you're used to feats of heroic strength or manipulating reality or numerous other abilities. There is one clue at least, a heavy weighted paper beneath your plate, an embossed note rather than a list of courses.

"Enjoy yourselves. I'll come see you when you've had your fill. And don't try to dine and dash, huh? There's something I have—something I can do for you, after all. Besides, you've already agreed to the terms anyway!"

Welcome to your Fairy Tale.

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[begrimed]

Ahahahaha, I told you that you would regret it!

[ Enjoyin all of this from his perch atop the fountain. ]

[hellochildren]

[The parrot comes up coughing water, but climbs onto the edge of the fountain spider-free.

The glare he sends the Piper would kill if it had the power.]

You do realize I vill make you regret this, correct?

[Speaking rather loudly.]

[begrimed]

Countin' on it, birdie. Ah but, it'd really impressive for someone like you. Even lions can't resist me.

[ very much the picture of a gloating villain. ]

[hellochildren]

[He shakes his wings out to get them somewhat drier. He's probably going to have to walk for while now, unfortunately.]

Don't underestimate me. Unless you wish to appear ze fool once I best you.

[And if no one stop him, the parrot will be making his leave now. He's had about enough for this meeting, thank you very much.]