The castle was very dark since Grima needed no light to see. As Morgan led the captain through the rooms, the ground shook every so often, dropping some rocks from the ceiling that they had to watch out for.

After a few minutes, Celia held out her hand.

"Stop," she ordered and Morgan heard the echo of footsteps.

Celia drew her sword and zipped around. The blade tip pierced the tip of a neck.

"Old man!" She quipped. "What are you doing here?"

The priest stepped back. "So sorry captain. But I saw you walking down the path and I was wonder where you were going."

Celia sheathed her sword. "I'm getting the Emblem," she said. "Morgan knows the way."

"Do you now?" The priest said skeptically. "Well then I'll go with you."

"Then stay behind me," Celia said while at the same time Morgan winced. He did not want this untrustworthy man to come along.

"It isn't safe for you," he prompted. "Go back."

"Nonsense! I am healer!"

The priest held up his rod and Morgan grumbled.

"Fine. But don't do anything stupid."

The old man hummed cheerfully as they walked which somehow made the castle all the more dark.

After a while of passing through ruined rooms, they reached the Great Hall where, on the far table, lie a sparkling shield.

"There it is!" Celia whispered. She started toward it.

"Wait!" Morgan called. "Why would the Emblem just be sitting there? Wouldn't there be someone to protect it? We haven't had to fight anyone to be here!"

"Now, now," the priest scoffed. "The Emblem is useless without all the gems so there's no need to guard it."

"It is still useful!"

Morgan wanted to smack the man. By now, he was convinced that the priest wasn't on their side at all.

"Get out," he snarled. "I don't trust you at all!"

The doors behind them suddenly slammed shut, save it for one. They heard the sound of charging footsteps and Morgan saw that Celia had grabbed the Emblem.

A Risen crashed through the open door, swinging his sword wildly. At first, Morgan reached for his tome but stopped when he realize it was Entity.

"Go!" Celia yelled and tossed the Emblem in the priest's hands. "Take that to Lucina and Tiki."

She drew her sword as the old man bolted out. "It's you," she chided. "You're that one who killed so many of my men a while ago!"

She swiped her blade back and forth but Entity almost effortlessly avoided her strokes, as they were sloppy, driven with madness. He pushed her a bit always and she fell flat on her face.

"Morgan, run!" She yelled as she pushed herself to her feet.

Entity started to walk to Morgan but Celia slashed across the Risen's right shoulder to stop him. He stopped and watched black blood start to leak from his arm as everyone stopped in shock; hidden under his sleeve the entire time, now exposed, was the Brand of Exalt.

"Entity…," Morgan whispered. "You're-"

Celia interrupted with a sword stroke that stopped at the Risen's neck. "I don't

care who you were in life!" She snarled. "You still killed my men in cold blood"

She engaged again but, now with his guard up, she did not lay another scratch on him.

Lucina and Tiki has gone to find water and the old well in the city still had some. While they drew some in the buckets, Lucina spotted the old priest with the Emblem in his hand. He scurried over like a rat and placed it in her hands.

"There you go," he said. "Safe."

She frowned. "Where did you get this?"

"Followed the captain and a friend, I did. He led her straight to it. I doubt he can be trusted."

Lucina studied the relic. It was missing two stones but it seems real enough.

Tiki took it and held it close. "It's the real one," she said. "But it's missing two gems: Gules and Vert. The Awakening cannot be performed without them."

"Oh, yes,"the old man said. He dug in his pocket and pulled out a green stone. "The captain told me to hang on to this one."

Tiki held out her hand to ask for the gem but the priest shook his head.

"I'd...like to hold on it a bit longer."

Lucina was about to ask why she spotted a dark shape on the air. She suddenly grabbed both of her companions and they all fell in the dirt just as a Risen wyvern rider flew just where they'd been a few seconds ago.

She got up and they watched hundreds of Risen come, blackening the sky. But her breath caught in her throat when she saw what was behind them.

It was a beast that would towered over the mountains and castles and could devour an entire army on a single bite. Dark magic swirled from it and it's wings spanned the skies.

"Grima," Tiki whispered. "It's here for the Emblem."

They bolted down the path as fast as they could, trying to reach the trees where the rest of the army had taken shelter.

They'd forgotten about that cliff that they were on that loomed before the forest. They stopped but relied it too late: Grima was flying over.

Lucina drew her sword and it shook in her grip by she refused to back down. The dragon flew next to them and faced them with its glowing eyes of hatred.

"GIVE ME THE EMBLEM AND I WILL LET YOU GO."

It was odd as the voice did not come from the mouth; it echoed inside their heads so loudly that it hurt.

"N-no!" Lucina declared, her voice shaking. She felt Tiki place her hand on her shoulder and she felt a bit more brave.

"THEN I WILL DEVOUR YOU AND ALL WHO STAND WITH YOU."

The old priest suddenly rushed forward. "Wait! We had a deal! You...you promised that I'd live if I led you to the Exalt!"

"You!" Lucina pointed her blade at him but he look not notice.

The dragon loomed closer. "THOUGH YOU HAVE FULFILLED YOUR WORD, YOU ARE OF NO USE TO ME."

"But...I did what you want-"

The dragon roared and the girls covered their ears. The rocks under them crumbled slightly and they quickly scampered toward a safer spot to avoid felling to the dragon's mercy. The old man, slower than they, fell and they watched in horror as Grima snapped its terrible maw over him.

Grima, satisfied for the time being, flew away, the wind from the wings blowing rubble about.

"The gemstone!" Tiki realized as the priest disappeared behind the dragon's teeth.

Lucina's stomach squirmed as she saw that Tiki was right: the stone was gone.

Celia was at Entity's mercy. She was slowing down and he was getting faster, not allowing his wound to slow him. Her strokes were sloppy and he avoided them with ease.

Morgan stood in the corner, unsure of what to do. He knew that Celia would lose without his help but all the same, he was not inclined to hurt Entity. And besides, he wanted to know why Entity had the Brand on his arm...just like the one he'd seen his father have in the old paintings.

Celia cried out as she fell and her sword clattered away while Entity took the upper hand and he held her at sword point.

He swung forward to slice her in two.

"Stop!" Morgan yelled.

The blade stopped a few centimeters from her neck and they both stared at the boy, wondering why he called what he did.