Prologue â€” In a Remote Cabin
He could hear the faint creaking of the weather vane on top of the roof. Heavy clouds covered the sky outside the window, but the sunshine filtering through looked a lot stronger than he had expected.
â€It looks just like the day when I first came to this world.â€
He reminisced as he mended the seams of the worn cloth bag heâ€™d used to carry the Book during his long travels. After fleeing from his original world, it was half due to banishment that he arrived into this one. The only things he had with him at the time were this book and staff.
Whoever owned or read from the forbidden book was punished in his world. Although he knew this, he couldnâ€™t hold back the urge to learn of its secret knowledge. As a result, he was exiled to this world. The composition of his body was changed, so that he now looked like a life-sized doll.
Wandering this world for what seemed like ages, and not consuming much as he didnâ€™t know what was edible or not, he managed to finally arrive at a village when he sank to the floor, his energy spent. The villagers seemed afraid to address this unknown wanderer who had collapsed on their streets because none of them dared to get close.
He should have died then. But then a small shadow approached him and called out to him. And now, although he only used it in the short periods when he had leave, he was even given his own personal cabin.
The door opened and the bright light from outside fell upon him. A small shadow stood at the door frame, silhouetted against the large setting sun. The golden ring at the end of her tail flashed in the sunset.
â€Sorry to assign you again so immediately after your return,â€ the small white shadow said to him, â€œbut you have your next orders.â€
Anyone who didnâ€™t know her would find it hard to believe that this small creature, who only reached up to his waist, could destroy opponents even bigger than this cabin.
He stood up. â€œBut sir, I havenâ€™t finished searching for the Crests yet. There are two moreâ€”â€
â€The situation has changed. Preparations for the invasion are to be made immediately and it is our job to assemble the troops.â€
â€So we forget about the Crests?â€
â€This is more important,â€ the small white shadow said, her voice tight. â€œYour work pleases Vamdemon-sama greatly, but these next orders require great haste.â€
â€Letâ€™s go, Wizarmon.â€
When he answered, the small shadow, Tailmon, had already turned and run towards the castle.
I will follow you anywhere.
He â€” Wizarmon, hid the book into the folds of his clothes and went after her.
Until the moment when that same light I had seen in your eyes the day youâ€™d first saved me comes back.
Until the day you remember your true self.
A fierce wind made his cape flutter madly behind him. As he eyed the sun sinking over the horizon, he could also see the dark clouds that never parted, eternally swirling over the thorny mountains protruding around Vamdemonâ€™s castle.