Chapter 1: The Dream
Klonoa cried until he couldn't cry anymore. Exhausted from the previous journey, he fell asleep. He dreamt.
He was standing alone in a rolling green plain, surrounded by natural beauty and tranquility. A gentle, calming breeze went through his fur, and he took a deep breath.
"Even in my dreams I am alone," he said to himself. He raised his right hand, staring at the Magic Ring he's had his entire life. "You're my only true companion. I suppose I should name you," he solemnly admitted. He laid down into the sprawling sea of grass, and looked into the clear, cloudless blue sky. "There are so many names, I'm not sure I can choose one good enough for you."
"Then let me choose for you," said the Ring, now glowing an eerie blue hue.
"What?" said Klonoa in awe. He sat up and looked at the Ring again, tightening his grip on it. "What's going on? Why haven't you spoken to me before?"
"Calm down," the feminine voice replied. "It's very simple, really. You need my help. Up until now, you never really have."
"Your help? What are you talking about? I've always needed your help. Without you, I wouldn't be as strong as..." She interrupted him.
"And that's where you're wrong. You need my help because you think you're weak. You also think you're alone; and that is far from the truth."
"You were listening?" Klonoa asked.
"I'm always listening, Klonoa." She paused. "My name is Kordyla."
"Kordyla... what is the truth?"
"I will show you." she said lovingly. The blue hue on the Ring dimmed out, and a tall, female figure stood before him. "Take my hand, Klonoa. Soon you shall see the truth for yourself."