Chapter 1- Let's Start of with a Humorous Flashback

Franz was on a mission. A top-secret mission. A top-secret mission assigned especially to him by General Seth. A top-secret mission assigned by General Seth that he and him alone could do! . . . Actually, that part was rather concerning. As his caring brother Forde loved to point out, there was probably nothing that Franz could achieve that a rather clever monkey couldn't accomplish in half the time. Except annoy him.

Besides the fact, his mission (the top secret one assigned by General Seth and he alone could do) was at Castle Frelia. Franz had liked Castle Frelia, or what he saw of it anyway, for the short time they had been there during the War of the Stones. Nevertheless, there was definitely something sketchy about this mission (the top-secret one assigned by okay I'll shut up now), and the donkey he was ridding wasn't even the start of it.

"Hi, Seth! You called for me!"

"That's General Seth to you, cavalier."

"Oooh, sorry. . . why is there a chicken on your lap?"

At this point, Seth walked around his desk and put a fatherly arm around Franz' shoulder. This was a gesture he had done frequently when Franz was a new recruit, but something he insisted Franz stop asking for after a few years. The fact that he was seemingly revitalizing this tradition was a bit off-putting. Even more so than the donkey,

"Do you remember the war, Franz?"

"Which war, Seth?"

A blank stare. "The one we were in."

"Oh yes. That one. The one with all the tomato sauces."

" . . . sure. And do you recall, Franz, what exact part in the war you played?"

This time it was Franz giving the blank stare. "Nope."

"That's because you didn't have one, Franz," Seth said, in an overly-fake comforting voice.

"Didn't I?"

"No, because when the tactician was forced to use you in the second chapter you promptly fell off your horse."

"Surely I was used more than that one . . . chapter, you called it? What's that?"

"Nvm. And yes, you were used again in the next chapter for lack of a better character to use, but you fell of the horse again."

"Oh."

"Do you remember what level you were at the beginning of the war?"

"Umm . . . . two?"

"It was one."

"Oh."

"And what level are you now?"

(Franz checks his stats with the R1 button just to be sure) "One!"

"Do you know what that means?"

"That you should listen to me and let me become a wyvern knight so I'd be more motivated to succeed?"

Seth shuddered at the thought of Franz with wings. "It means that you have completely and utterly failed at proving yourself as a man."

"I can live with that."

"Can you live without your ridiculously inflated pay check?"

"Gasp! You wouldn't dare-"

"I'm giving you one more chance to prove yourself. Don't screw it up, or I'll screw you up!"

Franz beamed. "I can live with that!"

"I said nothing! Nothing! Now get your ass out that door and get on with it!"

And thus here he was, riding a donkey for some godforsaken reason, towards Castle Frelia and his uber top secret assignment. . . the file for which he realized belatedly was still sitting on his dresser back home. Next to his pink plastic comb . . . . Sigh. He was really gonna miss that comb.