(GUARD 1 and GUARD 2 stand at the entrance of the castle, blocking the way of a small woman: MADAME MYSTIQUE)
MADAME MYSTIQUE: Let me in! The king must answer for this! His men have ransacked our village for the sake of "taxes!" He must answer!
GUARD 1: (snickering) Sure, sure, once he sees fit, he'll come right out.
GUARD 2: (shakes his head) Maybe he'll even reward you for your "brave deeds." Bah! Leave now, wretch!
(GUARD 1 and GUARD 2 enter the gates as MADAME MYSTIQUE clenches her fists and screams)
MADAME MYSTIQUE: Is the "good king" deaf to his subjects!? Answer us, tyrant! Let the people hear your lies for themselves! Or are you so ignorant to us that you wouldn't deem it fit for you to carry the message personally?!
(MADAME MYSTIQUE walks off as the curtain falls and thunder crashes. The curtain raises to a poverty-stricken home, with a small mat and a campfire. MADAME MYSTIQUE is discussing with SHADOW)
MADAME MYSTIQUE: He is blind! He rules us as a puppet master, not a king! Death to him and dishonor to his kin! (She spits on the ground)
SHADOW: (sighs) He was once a good man, but yes, his greed and content have restricted his mind. He must remember why a king serves.
MADAME MYSTIQUE: And who he is supposed to serve: us!
SHADOW: He will learn. I'll take care of it. (Takes out a small bag from his clothes, which are pitch black) Give this to a guard and say it is for His Majesty. Once opened, the revelation shall begin.