A Knight: Someone served with Oliver in our liege's army, and it was during one particular foray that we were ambushed by the enemy.
A Knight: To cover the retreat of our main force, someone, along with Oliver, took on the duty of forming the rear guard.
A Knight: Our enemies were legion, and there were but twelve of us. We had to fight without rest to buy time for the others' retreat.
A Knight: For a knight, Oliver was not much of a fighter. He had always used the better talents of his mind and his eloquence with words to accomplish his ends... Hah, you could say his methods were very much the opposite of someone's own at the time.
A Knight: Nevertheless, Oliver fought without fear or hesitation. In order to protect someone he blocked dozens of attacks throughout the course of the battle.
A Knight: Someone witnessed him fight to the very last with someone's own eyes, and even at the bitter end, someone found oneself receiving his steadfast protection.
A Knight: ... Someone still remembers the scene vividly.
A Knight: He lauded peace and glory, calmly accepted his fate, and fought until the end.
A Knight: Someone's resistance with Sir Oliver ended in our deaths. Though we fought tooth and nail, we could not defeat the overwhelming strength of the greater thousands of men set against us.
A Knight: But we succeeded in our mission.
A Knight: We successfully held the enemy long enough for our main force to retreat to safety.
A Knight: In view of this outcome, the sacrifice someone made, along with the sacrifices of all who stood beside us, was well worth it.
A Knight: Someone sometimes wonders why someone was the only knight resurrected from that fateful battle.
A Knight: Someone has even asked if God knew someone had witnessed the deaths of eleven braver souls that day why still the lesser someone was alone brought back.
A Knight: Upon reaching this line of thinking, someone feels new purpose.
A Knight: Someone is no longer simply living for oneself. Someone witnessed their last moments; thus, someone is duty-bound to preserve the glory of their names and achievements in this world.
Oliver Fog: ... I don't understand.
Oliver Fog: I don't understand why you're doing any of this.
Oliver Fog: Why would you fight on, knowing full well that you stood no chance of survival?
Oliver Fog: Even with such a clear understanding of your inevitable fate, seeing clearly that death was the only ending available to you.
Oliver Fog: Death is like walking into an invisible fog, no end in sight, no boundaries to reach, and nought but silence to hear, to speak, no matter how loudly you wish to scream.
Oliver Fog: I don't understand how you could all walk into that fog so calmly.
Oliver Fog: ...
Oliver Fog: Just like... just like my foolish father.
A Knight: Foolish? Perhaps so.
A Knight: However, Oliver, some things are more important than one's life. This is our duty -our responsibility.
Oliver Fog: I've heard enough!
Oliver Fog: You turn your sacrifice and responsibility into virtues, and then march blindly into that fog.
Oliver Fog: Did you ever stop to consider what those that stand outside of the fog have to go through?
Oliver Fog: I hate you all.
Oliver Fog: I'm not even supposed to be here! I'm just a boy, but because of your dreamed-up notions of purpose and responsibility, I was forced to become a Fogwalker.
Oliver Fog: I never wanted to walk amongst the fog. I'm terrified of it... I just want to... I just want to stay alive.
A Knight: To fear death is never something to be ashamed of, Oliver.
A Knight: But if death is the only way we can achieve something greater than ourselves, we must bear it with honor.
Oliver Fog: Something greater?
The suit of armor doesn't answer. He slowly draws his longsword, which he had previously thrust into the ground.
It feels as if in this moment now past they had forgotten they are still surrounded by critters.
???: Gah!!!
Like an endless midnight fog, the terrifying critters encircled us like a rushing tide.
COMBAT
Oliver Fog: !!!
Oliver Fog: What's going on here? Are these critters... afraid?
Suddenly, the old suit of armor lifted his longsword, and a dazzling ball of light began to bloom from it.
A Knight: Someone has seen this before.
A Knight: Someone has seen the light that can never be forgetten.
A Knight: The light that bestowed someone with courage and faith.
A Knight: Don't forget this light! Let it burn into our memories, Oliver.
A Knight: The suit of armor swung the longsword in his hand with renewed strength, bringing it to bear as he had done countless times before.
COMBAT
The brilliant light exploded in a starry burst, piercing through the black fog like burning rays of sunlight through shadow.
And the black fog, which once seemed boundless and invincible, revealed itself to be more cowardly than a trembling mouse...
It retreated-no, it surrendered to the light.
Wherever the light touched, the fog burned away, leaving only the bodies of critters behind.
All that could be seen in that forest was the light of the sword, blazing like the dawn.
Only then did I realize the number of critters surrounding us to be far less than I had imagined. They were afraid of us and hadn't the nerve to launch an offensive.
The night and the fog had only magnified my own fears. I shrouded the monsters again in a thick blanket of fog and fled without having to lift a finger to fight them.
Then, that cold steel armor rested gently upon my shoulder with a motion reminiscent of my father's before he left.
A Knight: Hope is greater, Oliver.
The light from his sword was as sunlight, piercing through the fog of my memories.
I suddenly remembered.
I remembered why I wanted to become a Fogwalker.