Sent by our king
To procure Dreamshade
Using this substance for our kingdom
To protect the essence of the land
The boy speaks of poison
The king could never be so tyrannical
I shall prove him wrong
By lacerating myself with its thorn
The poison spreads rapidly
A slow agonizing d**h proceeding
With a sure end in sight
Only this land’s waters may restore me
Back to life
This king is no hero
He is a deceitful man
We shall expose him
His people will finally see his true nature
Upon departure of this island
The land’s water could no longer save me
Our exodus is my fatality
My blindness
Your adversity