"My King, it is time to awaken." Scissors' voice said.

Ori opened his eyes to find Scissors kneeling next to his bed. "Oh...hey Scissors..." He rubbed his eyes, yawned, and sat up. "Is it morning already?"

"Yes." Scissors nodded. "And I suggest you head over to your Father to apologize."

"Oh...so you heard."

Scissors nodded once more. "Indeed. I also find it as my duty to escort you there, My King."

"Why are you calling me King?"

"It is the day of your coronation. Have you forgotten? Your family and Royal Guards are already dressed and waiting for you."

"And you stayed behind?"

"To wake you, of course." It bowed. "Now up you go, you shan't keep them waiting any longer."

Ori walked down the empty halls, boots clacking loudly against the silence. Scissors stayed silent as it followed behind Ori. Ori was confused on how its boots were not making a sound, but ignored the question. He stopped in front of the doors to the throne room, and Scissors pushed them open for him. Ori took a deep breath and entered.

Everybody in the Kingdom was there. So many eyes watching him enter made him very anxious. Scissors pat Ori on the head again.

"Don't worry, My King." It whispered. "I'm right here behind you."

Ori wanted to hide behind Scissors, but everybody already thought he was pathetic, and that wouldn't help the situation. He carefully walked over to his father, who kept eye contact away.

"Citizens of our Kingdom! You have come here today to witness our trial run of Ori, my son, being King. This trial will last three weeks. The decision of if he is worthy will be biased on how well he does, along with the status of the Kingdom at the end of the trial."

The crowd stayed silent, until it broke out in whispers.

"Shouldn't the ELDER sibling be in charge first?"

"He's so pathetic."

"So tiny, he won't even be able to sit on that throne!"

Ori's confidence and self-esteem fell. Scissors placed a hand on Ori's head and smiled at him while still looking at the crowd. Ori nervously smiled.

Peter took the crown off of his head and turned towards Ori. He went to put it on Ori's head, then knelt down to his level.

"Don't disappoint me, Ori-kun."

He placed the crown on Ori's head and turned back to the crowd. He stood with one hand behind his back and the other on his sword.

"Now, we'll-" He was interrupted by the crowd.

"The witch! She is here!"

Everybody's eyes turned towards the Mistress of the Forest. She was dressed nicely with her hair shortened and she looked more youthful than when Ori first met her.

"The witch!" Peter unsheathed his sword. "Stay back Ori-kun!"

"Now, now, Peter. I have only come to celebrate like the rest of you," she said calmly.

"Your kind murdered my wife!" Peter held up the sword to her face.

"No!" Ori stopped in front of her with his arms spread wide. "I invited her!"

"So you admit you have met her." He held out the stamp. "But my son, why would you do this? You have been fooled."

"I'm done with you always telling me what to do! But I'm the King now, so you listen to me!"

"Ori-"

"Leave her alone!"

Peter lowered his sword a little. "Ori, I am still your father. Leave, and I will complete some unfinished business with her." His sword slid back into it's cover and he removed his hand from the hilt. "I will not kill her, if you promise to never see, communicate with, or use her magic ever again."

Ori was hesitant about his decision. He looked at the Mistress of the Forest, who gave him a small smile.

"Fine." Ori lowered his arms. "But I will be willing to do anything to you if you hurt her."

Ori waited until Scissors met up with the tiny king, then headed out, taking one last look at his father as he left.

"You know he will not keep his word, my King."

"He has to. He must."

"Whatever you say, my liege."