All eyes were on Orianna as she adjusted to her new surroundings. Seeing so many faces around her, the Princess scrunched her face in confusion.

"Umm… What's going on?" she asked, pain suddenly lancing through her head. She winced as she ran her fingers on her forehead. "Ugh… what a nasty migraine."

"Do you remember anything?" Natsumi asked. Orianna looked over at her roommate, her expression lost in thought.

"No… I remember standing on the beach… that Industrialite was about to hit you all with a laser and then… all I know is that I'm waking up just now." Orianna sat up, and something clattered to the floor as she did so. Everyone looked down at the floor to see what Orianna had dropped.

It was a polished gold compass, with a yellow-white plated face. The four directions were sectioned off, and a large, four-point indentation was in the center of it. But the piece that fit into it was nowhere to be found.

"Is that…" Aki started.

"It can't be… Can it?" Fuyuko asked.

"Does this mean…" Haruka said.

Natsumi picked up the compass. "This is definitely a PreCompass."

The four Pretty Cure warriors all exchanged glances before all staring at Natsumi's hand.

"EEEEEEEEEHH?"

Compass Pretty Cure – Episode 12: The Golden PreCompass! There are 5 Pretty Cures?!

"Where did it come from?" Natsumi asked, looking back to Orianna.

"I… I don't know. I definitely didn't have it on the beach."

"Maybe it's a gift from the Golden One?" Aki offered.

"That… That might not be totally unrealistic," Tsubame said. "It's a very real possibility that the Golden One thought Platania's powers were more than he was anticipating for you four and that one more member to the team would help you."

"We were fine by ourselves," Haruka muttered, crossing her arms and sticking her lower lip out.

"We almost got annihilated," Fuyuko said.

"A fifth member," Natsumi said, staring intensely at the compass. "Looks like we'll be on the search again!"

"Um, if I may?" Inori said. "Two things. I can study the compass with the Guardians to verify if it has power similar to your own PreCompasses."

"Oh, you would do that for us?" Orianna asked. "Wait, who are you?"

Inori nodded. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Princess Orianna. My name is Inori. I was a priestess for the Golden One's temple back in our home. My second point,"Inori said. "I've just realized I don't have anywhere to stay in this world."

"Aaah. If Orianna didn't take up the last remaining bed in my house, I'd offer you a place here," Natsumi said sheepishly.

"My family's apartment is tight as it is," Fuyuko said.

"Mine, too," Aki said.

"Fine, you can stay with me," Haruka said, though it didn't seem she cared either way. "My parents are mostly not home. But even if they were, we have three guest rooms in my house, so it's not like it would matter. And I'm honestly quite certain my parents would be thrilled I said I'd take an exchange student under our wings. Plus," Haruka paused, eyeing Inori. "You could use some new clothes."

"Thank you so much. You're very kind," Inori said. "May I?" she said to Natsumi, holding out her hand for the compass.

"Oh, right." Natsumi placed the new compass in Inori's open palm.

"It shouldn't take more than a couple days to test the compass's magic. And since I'm now staying with Haruka, I can compare this compass with hers. I'll try to get you all a result as soon as possible."

"Hey, you're doing us a huge favor. Take your time with it!" Fuyuko said.

"Then… I guess we go our separate ways now. We'll let you rest, Princess," Inori said.

Pagong turned to his fellow Guardians. "You all go on with the priestess. I will stay with Cure Cinder and monitor the Princess." The other Guardians nodded and with that, the three of them, Aki, Fuyuko, Haruka and Inori all left Natsumi and Orianna alone with Pagong.

"Inori was right. You need to sleep. I'll try and explain everything that went down when you've woken up," Natsumi said.

The halved Mother Ship rested on the largest clearing in the Valley. Jonah, with their helpers, was working furiously to try and get the ship repaired. Many of the crew, and even the Generals were in awe of the Golden Ones massive power.

"To rip through the entire ship like it was nothing…" Ophelia said, watching from a distance. They had managed to extract Queen Platania's pillar from the control room and give her a set up in a small encampment near the ship.

"I've never seen power like that before," Noire said, latching on to Ophelia's arm and holding it tightly, lacing her fingers from her free hand with Ophelia's. Ophelia squeezed Norie's hand gently.

"It was truly terrifying," Blanc admitted. "What is our next course of action, Queen Platania?" he droned.

Platania's pillar was buzzing with harsh, furious whispering. None of the Generals were able to make out what it was she was saying, but they knew the whispering was coming from her.

"What we need to do now," Platania said after a long, pregnant pause. "Is keep a close eye on the Princess. The Golden One seemed to have hidden a part of his essence in her body. She is his successor."

"Golden Ones have successors?" Noire asked.

"When you have the power to restore a planet's life force, it comes with a cost. Immortality is not apart of that deal. An extended life, yes. But Golden Ones can only be chosen from the Royal Family. And they are chosen every 500 years, when the Golden One's life comes to a final end."

The Generals were silent.

"So it is possible that at the last second, then, that the Golden One chose the Princess to be his successor?" Ophelia asked.

"He would have had no other choice but to choose her. The current princess is an only child. That is why I wanted her," Platania explained. "I knew that he would have to transfer his powers into her. But when he did, I would extract his powers and use them to finally destroy every last natural thing in all the worlds. Princess Orianna is the new Golden One, whether she knows it or not. The plan is the same: capture the princess and bring her to me. Alive."

When everyone was gone and Orianna had a chance to bathe and eat and rest, she, Natsumi and Pagong met in the duo's room.

"Princess," Pagong said. "I need to ask you, do you remember anything from the past few hours?"

Orianna was quiet for a moment, her brows furrowed in thought.

"I… I remember stepping out on to the beach because the laser hit you all the Industrialite fired. And then… everything kind of went black." Orianna touched her temples, rubbing them with her index and middle fingers. "And then I woke up with you all looking at me and when I sat up, my head got this massive headache and it hasn't gone away."

"Do you hear anything?" Pagong asked. "Words, prayers, requests? Anything?"

Orianna sat at the edge of her bed, her hands dropping from the sides of her head. She concentrated on the pain, trying to see if she could make out anything like Pagong had described.

"No… I don't. I don't hear anything except the beating of my own heart, my breathing… Not anything like words or prayers. I'm sorry," she said.

"No, no my child," Pagong said, floating over to the Princess and dropping into her lap. "You're doing very well."

"So… Is she…?" Natsumi didn't finish her question.

"Am I what?" Orianna asked. Natsumi held her breath, deciding if she should continue her train of thought.

"When you stepped out onto the beach," Pagong said. "Some how, the Golden One appeared from within you. From my perspective, it seems as if he somehow hid some of his essence inside of you. How that happened, I'm not quite sure, but-"

Orianna gasped. "The push," she said.

"What push?" Natsumi asked.

"When Tsubame opened the portal for me to enter into this world, I hesitated," Orianna said. "And suddenly I felt this intense pressure behind me and it propelled me into the portal. I always just assumed it was the Bird but now… It all makes sense."

"Wait, I still don't follow," Natsumi said.

"Okay, let me back track a little," Orianna said. "Right after the Machine Empire attacked, there was this pillar of light all around me. It only stayed for a brief moment, but after that happened, there was this immense roar. Tsubame noticed it and seemed a little worried about it. I mean she should have, considering it was golden light. Then she gave me my task of finding you four and then bam, I'm in the human world. I think the Golden One was the one that pushed me through the portal, not Tsubame."

Pagong was listening intently, nodding as Orianna spoke. "Yes… I believe you may be right. And in doing so, he latched on a piece of his spirit to you. That's why he appeared from your body today."

"I can't believe I missed seeing the Golden One," Orianna said.

"Well…" Natsumi said, her voice unnaturally high.

"What?" Orianna asked, eyeing her.

"Should I tell her or you?" Natsumi asked, looking at Pagong.

The Tortoise ignored Natsumi. "Princess Orianna, when you were unconscious, did you see or hear anything? I know we keep asking you this, but it is important, I promise."

Orianna closed her eyes, trying to remember anything and everything that she might have seen, heard or felt during her blackout.

"No… I can't think of anything," she said, finally. "I'm sorry."

"No, child. Like I said before, you've done very well." Pagong looked over at Natsumi and motioned for the door. "You get some rest, again. You've had an exhausting morning."

Orianna fell asleep the second her head hit the pillow. Natsumi and Pagong left the room. Natsumi hadn't realized how dark it had gotten. Again, it felt like the mornings events had happened many years ago. She was exhausted herself.

"It does not appear that Orianna has gone through the Trial of the Golden One," Pagong said.

"What makes you say that?"

"Well to start, newly chosen Golden Ones take about a day or two to wake up. The Princess woke up in a matter of hours. Secondly, she has no recollection of her blackout. While not uncommon for most Golden Ones, they do usually wake up having seen some kind of golden face. They normally don't remember anything once they've woken up. The test to become the Golden One is, fortunately, always forgotten because of how grueling it is for a person's soul. But the after image of a face is always what they wake up remembering seeing."

"And Orianna can't seem to recall that detail," Natsumi finished.

"Precisely… But make no mistake Orianna is the Golden One. This was a rare instance of her being the only choice since she is an only child. But her powers have not manifested yet because Lucius did a rush job with transferring his powers."

"So Lucius appearing from Orianna's body… That was him transferring his powers?"

"It would appear so. He started the process by hiding some of his spirit in her, but it seems he waited too long to bestow everything properly," Pagong said.

"So what do we do?"

"We don't do anything. We don't tell her anything. We can't until she has gone through the Trial. Besides, she doesn't need that stress. We need to keep her safe from the Empire at all costs," Pagong said. Natsumi bit her lip. She didn't know that she agreed with Pagong about not telling Orianna anything.

"Since you work so closely with Golden Ones," Natsumi said. "I'll trust you. If it's in Orianna's best interest."

"Why doesn't she tell us these things?" Ophelia asked to Blanc and Noire. The three Generals didn't have much to do since Jonah was the one in charge of fixing the ship. They knew nothing about the complexities of the mechanics required of fixing the ship. Idle chatter was all they had to pass the time.

"It's almost like she doesn't trust us," Ophelia went on.

"She tells us that it's on an as needed basis," Noire said. "And yet… Jonah knew exactly what to do when she said prepare for extraction."

"If she says that it's on an as needed basis, we shouldn't argue that fact," Blanc said. "Queen Platania has been perfecting this plan for 500 years, don't you think she would know what she's talking about?"

"I would if she actually talked to us!" Ophelia barked. "Instead Jonah is the only one that seems to know her true plans. I'm her second in command! Why don't I know the plan?"

"Need I remind you that you were made second in command only because Jonah turned her down?" Blanc spat.

"Enough, you two!" Noire said, standing up and extending her hands out between Blanc and Ophelia. "I agree with points you've both made. Platania needs to tell us more, but at the same time if she's not willing to divulge all of her plan to us, then we need to respect that. Can we just stop the shouting match now?"

Ophelia huffed as she turned around and Blanc said nothing as his eyes darted around their tent, avoiding Noire and Ophelia.

"I'll take care of the Princess in the meantime then," Blanc said. In a swift flash of diamonds, Blanc disappeared from the tent.

Fortunately for Pretty Cure, it appeared that the Machine Empire was too injured from Sunday's battle to attack the island for a few days. The girls enjoyed their small moment of peace and returned to regular routine of school, club activities and homework.

"We have to be prepared for when they do show up," Orianna said as the girls ate their lunch in the school courtyard. "They won't be repairing their ship forever."

"Right," Natsumi said. "In the mean time, we need to make sure the Guardians get their strength back and we keep Orianna safe." Natsumi had made sure to let the other girls know that Orianna was not to be told about anything surrounding the Golden One selection. And as far as Natsumi knew, Orianna still hadn't seen the face in her dreams that Pagong mentioned. "Though I guess we got really lucky that the Golden One showed up and saved us from them. I don't want to think about the state of things if he hadn't."

"Speaking of," Fuyuko said, turning to Haruka. "Any word from Inori on the compass?"

Haruka shook her head. "Not anything she's willing to tell me anyway. Though she said this morning that she's close to a breakthrough and that she wants us all to meet at my house to discuss what she's found so far."

"And if she doesn't make that break through today?" Aki said.

"We still go see her. She's not found anything definitive at this point, but I think she's got some information for us, regardless," Haruka said.

"Okay, well now that that's settled… Look at my design from yesterday's fashion club meeting!"

"Your house is huge," Aki said, looking up at the mansion. The five girls stood in a long, palm tree lined driveway. They had all been driven over (by a limo no less) to Haruka's house once each girl was done with their club activities.

"Yeah, I guess you could say it's huge," Haruka said nonchalantly. She walked up to the large, heavy looking, ornate front door and opened it with ease. She gestured her friends inside. "After you," she said.

The girls all met in the guest room Inori was staying in. It had a set of double French doors opposite to the room's entrance, both of which opened out to a balcony that overlooked Haruka's backyard. The curtains swayed lazily in the soft, beach breeze as Haruka's backyard was a few hundred yards away from the beach.

Inori was sitting at a small tea table on balcony. She had changed out of her tattered robes and was wearing a soft yellow t-shirt with sheer sleeves and a light pink, floral patterned skirt. Tsubame, Daenarys and Tipu all sat around her in various places. Inori turned to face her visitors.

"Oh! Girls! I'm so glad you came," she said getting up and entering the room. "I have made a huge breakthrough on the compass. With the help of the Guardians, of course."

"That's great news!" Fuyuko said. The girls followed Inori to the desk that sat to the right of the French doors. Haruka's compass was on the table next to the gold compass.

"It is indeed," Inori said. "The Guardians and I have concluded that this compass does indeed contain Pretty Cure magical capabilities."

"Really?" Aki asked. "So we do have to find a fifth cure."

"Ah, well... I should correct myself and say that this compass has the capability to have Pretty Cure magic," Inori said.

"It has the capability?" Haruka asked.

"Yes," Tsubame said, entering the discussion. "As of right now, the compass is powerless. In its current state, it possesses an extremely small amount of magic power."

"It's just a shell really," Daenarys said. "However, it reacted well with Haruka's compass. It seemed to be drawn to a fully powered PreCompass."

"We think that if each of you deposit a portion of your power, the compass will become fully functional," Tipu said.

"How would we do that?" Natsumi asked.

"You use it," Inori said. "At least, that's what we think. If our dissection and assessment of the compass is correct, each of you should be able to use this compass for a one time only attack."

"Once you've used it, the compass will have absorbed the necessary energy from that Cure's power. And once all four of you have used it, the compass will become fully activated," Tsubame said.

"And then we search again for a Pretty Cure member?" Aki asked.

"Again, not exactly," Inori said. "This PreCompass… while just a shell right now, seems to be almost… alive. As Daenarys mentioned, it was drawn to Haruka's compass. We'd separate the two, but the gold compass would always manage to… move itself closer to Haruka's compass."

"So what does that mean?" Orianna asked.

"I think what it means is that this compass will pick its owner by itself," Inori said. "And it absolutely means that the Golden One intentionally left this compass with Orianna. He realized the four of you will not be enough to take down the Machine Empire. But again." Inori paused. "This is all just a guess on our part. Whether or not we're correct is yet to be seen."

Blanc marched down the wide, long driveway that ended right before a rather large mansion. He could sense the presence of Pretty Cure and the Princess in the building somewhere.

"Time to draw them out," he said. He pulled out a sheet of Industrialite metal and molded it into an arrow. "Industrialite! Enemy of Nature! Take your form!"

The arrow floated out in front of Blanc as a dark purple aura surrounded it. Immediately the arrow came alive, bubbling and morphing itself into something much bigger. Soon, a twenty-foot tall humanoid Industrialite stood in front of Blanc. It had an empty quiver draped over its shoulder and a bow in its right hand.

"Attack!"

The Industrialite reached back to the quiver as an arrow of purple electricity formed in it. The Industrialite grabbed the arrow, nocking it and pulling back. More arrows appeared in the air around the Industrialite. It let go of the arrow it was holding on to and the energy arrows hit the house.

The mansion shook as the arrows pelted it. The girls all looked around, startled at the sudden attack.

"The Machine Empire!" Natsumi said. The girls and the Guardians all ran out of the guest room. Once they got to the front door, Natsumi looked at Pagong.

"Keep Orianna safe in here," she said. Pagong said nothing, but nodded as the girls all exited the house. The archer Industrialite stood a ways down the driveway, with Blanc standing in front of it.

"Pretty Cure," he called. "Hand over the Princess and I'll make sure this house doesn't get leveled."

"We can't let you do that!" Natsumi said, readying her compass. Inori handed Haruka's compass back to Haruka as Aki and Fuyuko got their compasses out as well.

"Pretty Cure! Direction Change!"

"The Fiery Southern Bird! Cure Cinder!"

"The Steely Western Tiger! Cure Chrome!"

"The Calm Northern Tortoise! Cure Stream!"

"The Elegant Eastern Dragon! Cure Willow!"

"Leading hearts on the path to justice! Compass Pretty Cure!"

The girls leapt into action as Blanc ordered the Industrialite to fire another volley of arrows at Pretty Cure.

"You girls always choose to do things the hard way," Blanc growled. "Fire at them again and don't stop!" Blanc ordered.

"We won't let you take Orianna! She's important to us and we can't let you or the Empire have your way with her!" Cinder shouted, deflecting a few of the electric arrows with her fists.

"We will always protect her from the likes of you," Stream said, raising a shield to block arrows that came her way.

"Willow Leaf Storm!" Willow's barrage of leaves met with some arrows in mid air, exploding in small clouds of smoke when they did. "And we certainly won't let Platania destroy Nature itself."

Both of Chrome's fists were glowing with white light as she punched arrows out of her way. "We may not have the power to take you down by ourselves, but we will stop you one way or another!"

"Enough talking!" Blanc said. "Industrialite! Destroy Pretty Cure! Unleash every arrow you have!"

Purple arrows appeared in the air surrounding the archer. At first, only a handful appeared, but with each passing second, hundreds of arrows appeared in the air, and each of them bigger than the arrows that the Industrialite had previously summoned.

From the safety of the front step of the house, Inori and the Guardians watched Pretty Cure battle the Industrialite.

"I've never seen power like that from just… ordinary girls," Inori said.

"They're not just ordinary girls," Tsubame said, perched on Inori's shoulder. "Not anymore anyways. They fight valiantly." Tsubame looked down at the compass in Inori's hands. "I just hope this fifth Cure is what they need to take down the Empire."

At that, the compass seemed to come alive. Inori's hands jerked forward as the compass seemed to realize the battle going on before it. Inori pulled back on the compass, trying to regain her composure.

"What is it doing? What do I do?" She asked, her voice a few octaves higher with confusion and fear.

"Just… Hold on to it!" Tsubame chirped.

Inori pulled back on the compass, unsure of what to do. But the compass was attracted to the battle, as if it were pulling the compass with a magnetic pull.

"Pretty Cure! Stream Wall!"

Arrows pelted the water wall, disappearing into smoke when they made contact.

"Clone yourself!" Blanc shouted, throwing his arm out to the side as he did so. The Industrialite lowered its bow for a brief moment. It began to flicker, and soon, there were a dozen archers all surrounding Pretty Cure in a circle.

"Crap," Chrome said as the girls all back up towards another, forming a small circle of their own. "Now there are twelve of them. What do we do?"

"Try and take out three each?" Cinder said. "I don't know, honestly… Blanc means business it seems."

"Ugh, why couldn't the Golden One just destroy them when he appeared the last time?" Willow groaned.

"Well he didn't, so it's up to us to take them down," Stream said.

"Stream, make a wall that surrounds all of us. That's the best way for us to not get hit by this thing. And then Chrome, Willow and I will just… attack." It wasn't much of a plan, but it was the only one Cinder could come up for at the moment. Even though they all had their backs to one another, Cinder could tell each teammate nodded when she finished talking. "Okay… three… two… one. GO!"

Inori tried her hardest to keep the compass in her hands, but the pull was beginning to strain her fingers and arms. Her grip loosened. The compass shot out of her hands like a bullet towards the battle.

"Pretty Cure! Stream Wall!"

A hollow cylinder of water erupted around Pretty Cure as another volley of arrows hit. But before any of the girls could get out of the pillar to attack, the gold compass flew into the middle of the battle.

"What is it doing here?!" Chrome asked.

"I don't know," Stream said, looking up at the compass. It was spinning rapidly in the air, looking like a gold coin someone had flicked. Streaks of yellow light were fired from the compass. Stream's wall of water disappeared as they flew outwards. The eleven Industrialite clones all disappeared, leaving the one archer still standing next to Blanc.

"Let's go!" Cinder shouted, grabbing her compass from her waist.

"Pretty Cure! Cinder Flame!"

"Pretty Cure! Chrome Cannon!"

"Pretty Cure! Willow Overgrowth!"

The three attacks hit the lone archer and it exploded into multicolored smoke. When it cleared, the Industrialite was gone. Blanc narrowed his eyes in anger, his frown deepening.

"We will get the Princess, Pretty Cure! It's only a matter of time!"

"We will always be here to make sure you don't do just that," Cinder said to the White General. He scoffed at her remark before disappearing in a flurry of white diamonds.

Golden light from within the earth restored the face of the mansion and any palm trees that had been destroyed in the battle to their original states. The girls detransformed as the compass lowered itself into Natsumi's open palm.

"What the heck did you do?" she asked it. Inori, Orianna and the Guardians all ran out to the four girls.

"I'm so sorry," Inori apologized as she got within earshot. "It… it was moving on its own again. I wasn't strong enough to keep it with me."

"No! It saved our backs," Haruka said. "I definitely didn't want to take on multiple archers by myself."

"Wait, guys look," Natsumi said. She was pointing at the compass face. The four-point indentation on the face was now glowing softly with yellow light. "It wasn't doing that before, was it?" Natsumi gave the compass over to Inori, who began inspecting it.

"No, it wasn't doing that before. It hasn't done that at all." She set the compass on the ground and the four Guardians huddled around it.

"It's definitely got some magic of it's own now," Pagong reported.

"It's still a small amount of power, but it's there," Tipu said.

"How peculiar," Daenarys said, poking it with one of her toes.

"I think the next time the Machine Empire tries to attack," Tsubame said, looking over to Pretty Cure. "One of you should definitely try and see if you could use it for an attack instead of your own compass."

After the Industrialite attack, Haruka treated her guests to a small assortment of snacks before everyone decided it was time to go home. Natsumi and Orianna sat in their beds back at their house.

"Man, that was a nice couple of peaceful days," Natsumi said, resting her head on her palms while she stared at the ceiling.

"Yeah…" Orianna agreed, brushing her hair, feet dangling over the edge. "I still always hate it when you girls get in trouble when you're fighting those Industrialites. Especially when you're fighting them because of me."

"Don't worry about that," Natsumi said, turning over on her side to look at Orianna. "We're your friends. It's what friends do. You'd do the same for us, I'm sure."

Orianna set her brush down, a soft smile on her face. "Yeah, I definitely would if I were in your shoes." She reached over to the light switch on the door and flicked it down. With the lights off, the two girls said their good nights and went to sleep.

Orianna, however, fell into a fitful sleep. She could feel herself tossing and turning the entire night. She was dreaming about something… but she could never quite make out what exactly the dream was about.

"NO!" Orianna shouted, jerking up right. Her forehead was drenched in sweat; small threads of hair were plastered to her cheeks because of it. She was breathing hard as well, and she could tell her cheeks were flushed. "Air," she said, throwing her covers off. "I need fresh air."

She looked over to the clock. 2:41 AM it read. She walked over to the nook that she normally found Natsumi sitting on when she woke up for the day. She hastily undid the latch and opened the window, taking in a deep breath of island air.

"Why can't I ever stay asleep now?" she asked. She turned back to Natsumi. Apparently her outburst hadn't bothered Natsumi. The last few nights for the Princess had usually resulted in her waking up the middle of the night, drenched in sweat and feeling hotter than ever. She sat down on the cushion, and rested her head on the wall. She took a few more deep breaths and closed her eyes.

There, like an after image, or a sunspot, she saw a face. She opened her eyes, but saw nothing but the wall opposite of her. She blinked quickly for a few moments, the face only appearing when her eyes were closed.

"What is happening to me?" she asked.

The sun had started to rise as a ferry pulled into the Shizenshima Southern Docks.

"We've now docked in Shizenshima's Southern Prefecture," a voice said over an intercom. There was bustling and shuffling as people readied their luggage and prepared to exit the ship. A young girl of sixteen was at the front of the line, a large duffle bag draped over her shoulder and a suitcase in her left hand. She wore a simple, off white and pink dress with sections of pink that had white flowers in them. Her once bright blonde hair had dulled into a sandy blonde and was tied into two loops that brushed her shoulders.

"Ready to get home, Miss?" the ferryman in charge of letting people off the boat asked.

"I'm so ready. It's been two years since I've been home."

"Well, I won't keep you then," he said, opening the exit.

Ayame raced down the steps and through the dock.

"Natsumi! I'm finally home!"

Preview:

Natsumi: You guys! My old friend is finally home from studying abroad!

Orianna: Oh yeah?

Fuyuko: That's so great! When can we meet her?

Aki: If she's a friend of Natsumi's she's a friend of ours.

Orianna: I bet she's not that great.

Haruka: Jealous, Orianna?

Orianna: Wh-what? N-no! Of course not!

Next time on Compass Pretty Cure!: "Smiling Bird: Natsumi's Old Friend! The Miko of Shizenshima!"