Nasrad is still under construction, yet a typical Nasrean theater is looming in the distance, obviously finished by the outside. Next to it is an average-sized house- in front of it is Vize's twin sister, Estrella, playing a bit with Asun, the youngest of the family.
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
arcadian_actor's journalLog in Create a LiveJournal Account Learn more
drained
The prince made his way through the bazaar and asked if anyone could point him to the theater that was currently being built. He managed to gather enough information to make it there in once piece.
"Hello there. You must be Vize. How are you feeling? Did the doctor arrive yet?"
He gave a cry of delight and presented Vize with three green crystals.
"Here you are. These should help you immensely."
He took one of them and put it against the back of his head. Slowly the crystal was absorb someway, a soft green aura flowing around him.
"Aready it's helping a bit... I would assume that in a week, I'll be up, running around being myself again!"
Enrique looked about for a chair. "Do you mind if I sit down for a bit? It's been a long journey to get here, and I'm a little tired."
"Why yes," Enrique said, sounding genuinely interested. "I use to accompany Mother to the opera when I was younger. I've always had a soft spot for performing arts."
Enrique took the offered drawings and looked each one over carefully. The designs were, quite simply, amazing. The boy possessed a knack for color and coordination, not to mention an eye for proper draping. The costumes were rather elaborate and fanciful, but he was confident the budding theater troupe could pull them off.
"They're quite stunning, to say the least," Enrique said. "Once I have rebuilt Valua, I think that I would like to become a sponsor for the arts. How would you like to perform before the royal court of Valua?"
While Enrique was busy looking at the drawings, the thespian youth went to find the drawing he was working on, frowning. This costume, he never quite grasped how to do it...
Vize turned back when he heard Enrique speaking again. "Thank you for the com- wait a minute, did you just said performing before the royal court?!" Gasping and almost dropping his sketch, Vize just stared at Enrique.
"Why, yes. Morale is low. Families are scattered, and the restoration of Valua will be a long and arduous process. The people need something to help take their minds off the daily toil of rebuilding the Empire. I believe that the theater would be the perfect way to help restore hope to the people's hearts, don't you think so?"
Enrique noticed the parchment.
"May I have a look at that?"
"I don't think it's the costume you should be worried about," the Prince said, handing it back. "After all, a costume is simply pieces of fabric sewn together. You cannot capture the spirit of a legend in clothing alone. A drawing is not sufficient to convey what it means to be a hero."
He bowed his head and stared at his feet. "You have to trust in your sister's voice and the emotions she conveys through your music to truly capture the spirit of a legendary Air Pirate. I am sure once you see her performance in costume, you'll realize that all the pieces will come together to create a wondrous whole."
Enrique stared long and hard at Vize, blue eyes piercing into his.
"Have you considered playing the part yourself? You're obviously an extremely talented impersonator, especially when it comes to Vyse himself."
"Would you mind giving me a quick rundown of the cast and explaining to me the synopsis of you play. I think I might understand it better that way."
"This is ... this is simply astounding." Enrique said. "Now I know that I must have you perform before the Valuan court. The people would love to see a play about the hero who saved all of Arcadia. There's just one problem, though ..."
A wanted page.
"Why did I do this..."
The Prince stood and handed the parchment back to Vize.
"I had best be going now. I have yet to play my part in the final battle."
"The only one who can answer that question with any certainty is yourself. Look deep within your heart, and confront whatever darkness may lurk within. Only then will you learn who you truly are."
Enrique turned, as if about to leave, then stopped short. "Vize ... you committed many crimes in the past using Vyse's name, correct? Are you still a wanted man?"
"I think I can help you with that," the prince said as he scribbled furiously on the parchment. "Do you have some sealing wax?"
"There!" The prince stood and presented the document to Vize. "This is an official pardon for your crimes. Now no one can punish you for what happened in the past. You are free to start over with a clean slate."
"Why, whatever is the matter, Vize?"
"I merely gave you a second chance," the Prince said. "A good ruler should be magnanimous toward his subjects when they seek forgiveness for past transgressions. I can tell that you have changed and you sincerely wish to make amends. But if you would like to help me, then will you perform your play once you have finished the ending?"
And with that, Enrique turned and walked away.