Status: Mostly completed as far as written goes - Just need some time to type it up

Theta

Θ1: The Kingdom Of Princess Mystic

"Princess! Princess!" Pepe chased her down, hair sticking up everywhere and glasses askew. He held a mess of paperwork in his arms and a timid look in his eyes.

"Pepe," Mystic smiled, pausing to listen to him, "How can I help you?"

"I figured it out, Princess!" he waved one page, excitedly, "I translated the prophecy! It was very hard, but I did it!"

"Oh, very good, Pepe!" she took the page from him and read over the transcript.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Princess?" Pepe questioned, "There must be something we can do..."

"No, Pepe," Princess Mystic sighed, "You know my visions are never wrong. This is the only thing that will hold back the Oni, when they come, and I must be ready."

Of course, Princess," Pepe understood, bowing, "I will leave you to it."

"As such," Mystic nodded. She made her way to her chamber where her enchanting table had been arranged.

"Vashta a xye," she chanted, mixing a few odd and end, "Vahma kunox a zum!" she shouted the last word and smoke rose up around her. It swirled and flashed, concealing her completely. It began clearing at her feet. By the time it ended with a few lingering swirls, Princess Mystic was gone.