Zeke, also commonly known as Prince Ozchylrus at the tender age of 15, was hand-selected by his father to resonate with his own Blade. Despite the family not having one to themselves, the opportunity to see something brand new among his generation was nerve-wracking. Even as his father handed him the cube-shaped crystal that glowed and sparked slightly with each touch, the small prince fumbled with it.

The king of Tantal did not seem pleased at even this falter move. "Ozchylrus…I know you have a tendancy to be clumsy but please, for the sake of your people do not drop the core crystal."

"Y-yes father…"

"It has been a very, very long time since anyone has even touched that crystal. I could not even resonate it with it myself…but in legend it was said to have the power to control our very titan itself."

Zeke gulped nervousness down, hands now cradling the precious object to his heart.

"Go my son. And be strong."

Still small, still short-haired at that point and lacking any semblance of a future eye-patch the prince stood bravely with thin chest puffed out in pride. While he didn't always get along with his father, Zeke knew deep down he was to do this for the sake of his land. He huffed out a rush of confident wind and glanced to the throne room's entrance. A handful or so of people in his secluded kingdom had gathered here to witness the event. He shook gently, but smoothed back his hair.

"I can do this."

He stepped from the hidden room to the side and came into the hallway. He swaggered down the center of the onlookers, who almost parted in respect to his presence, Seeing the looks of hope and wonder on the people's faces made his heart swell with a certain pride. He wanted to share that feeling with everyone.

He stood before his father's throne, and thought for a moment about what he should say and do. The prince opened his palm to show off the crystal, and gave a charismatic smirk. "Everyone! Feast your eyes! Watch the birth of the first Blade of the Prince of Tantal."

He was scared, nervous but refused to let it show. It could easily backfire, he could die right then and there in front of everyone if he could not resonate. But there was a certain, pulsating warmth within the object he held, and it flourished. The aura of it surrounded his body like a cloud, and he swore he could almost feel eyes watching him from it, the feeling of electric fingertips running up and down his arms. He held it high above his head, and from far in the distance the sound of thunder roared throughout the cloud sea.

A bolt of lightning surrounded the stage of the throne, and Zeke could feel his pulse starting to race and the energy flowing throughout his entire being and soul. Within a flash, the form of the light shaped into a petite woman.

Flustered by this, Zeke shyly glanced over the Blade standing beside him. She mimicked his movements, even down to his bewildered expression. She had shoulder-length green fuzzy hair, with a minature top-hat in the shape of a lightbulb that was balanced perfectly atop her head. She had adorable droopy pointed ears, and thick rounded almost opaque glasses sitting upon her tiny nose. She wore a purple pinstripe uniform, with flairs of colors along her right leg. Topping it all off was a frisky, waving tail that ended in a lightbulb as well, like an angler fish luring in a potential victim.

"Hello there!" She announced with a nasally, but incredibly delightful voice, "My name is Pandoria. I'm here to help!" She posed gently with a baton in her hands, bowing deeply.

"W…Welcome to Tantal Pandoria. I am Prince Ozchylrus. I will be from this day on your Driver!" He posed heroically but then held out a hand, "Put her there!"

She replicated his movements and held out her opposite hand. When Zeke placed his fingers upon her hand and started to shake it, he felt his body seize and then wildly flail. He was picked up by the force of the shock, and thrown across the throne room straight into the wall. His skin sizzled a tad, and the tips of his hair were spurting out puffs of dark smoke. He coughed as Pandoria rushed over to him and gasped, holding her face. "Oh my gosh, I am so sorry my prince! I didn't mean that…my power…" She self-consciouslyf held the crystal in her chest but Zeke shook his head as he pried himself from the wall.

"No! Don't be ashamed! That was just an example of the awesome power I will have to learn how to work alongside with!" He licked the palm of his hand and stopped the arrival of a flame to his scalp. He smiled at her, and her shoulders relaxed a bit. He held out his hand and took hers in his, this time with only a small spark arriving afterwards. "I can tell you and I are going to be great partners."

"You…think so?" She curiously tilted her head and blushed a bit, but then replaced her confused gaze with a larger than life grin. "I'm glad I'll be your Blade then, Oz…Ozy…"

"Please." He bowed softly, "Call me Zeke!"

"Alright. Zeke." She bowed back and giggled gently. "I hope that we have a lot of fun together."

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