Under the bright starry night sky, a lone ranger sat next to a campfire. A can of beans was all he had left before the sun had set, and now he had run out of supplies. He couldn’t go back to town for he valued the folks’ lives more than his. Wherever he went, the darkness had followed and consumed all of it. Its hunger was insatiable and its pursuit relentless. Even now with his strange key-shaped weapon that appeared out of nowhere, Lucas was running out of hope. Checking his revolver’s chamber, he noticed that it only contained five bullets. He smiled at the revelation. Click.

Nothing but the embers of his fire burning out could be heard for the next few minutes. However, as his light ran out, a new one would brighten up his camp site. The heavens themselves seemed to have opened up and illuminated the area, with a strange metal zeppelin landing before Lucas. Before he could completely process what was happening, the crew of the aircraft exited from their ship and compounded his confusion. [i]Angels![/i], he thought as they announced their message to him. With no suitable alternative left, Lucas agreed to accompany them.

The sensation of flight was new and awe-inspiring, but it was nothing compared to the sight of their destination. The palace invoked a sense of prestige and wonder, like that of the Berliner Stadtschloss. Indeed, it had been a while since he had laid his eyes on such regal architecture. As he departed the Gummi ship on his ironhorse, Lucas had wanted to explore the grounds but was soon asked to make his presence known to the lord of the castle. He dismounted as he followed his armed escort. While it had been a few years now, he still knew the customs of nobility by heart.

Arriving before the Basileus and Bassilisa, he knelt down to one knee. After listening to speaker Tocsax’s pitch, Lucas arose to deliver his response. [b]“Lords and ladies of the court, I am Lucas Smith Junior, deputy of the northern Rio Grande settlements and son of [i]Edler[/i] Lukaz Schmidt von Aachen of Germany, representative of [i]der Kaiser[/i] in the New World lands.”[/b] He would then draw his keyblade from his side, plunging the tip to the ground and placing both of his hands on the hilt.[b] “However, I believe this is why you sent for me. Truth be told, I’m no swordsman and even then, I cannot quite see as to why this weapon of all things is that important. Perhaps you could indulge my curiosity."  [/b]