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Fire Emblem: The Sacred Stones
Support conversations- Natasha and Knoll
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Natasha: Master Knoll...
Knoll: I know you... You're
Natasha, from the temple.
Natasha: Yes. I remember seeing
you many times back in Grado. But this is the first time we've ever
actually spoken.
Knoll: I don't know what it is,
but clerics and mages seem to be like oil and water. And we mages can
be an enigmatic bunch at times. Shadowy and sinister... Or at least,
that's how I've always imagined you clerics saw us.
Natasha: Oh, no! I never--
Well, no. You're right. We had few dealings with the mages. But that's
in the past. I have a question for you, Master Knoll.
Knoll: I think I can guess.
It's about the Sacred Stones and Prince Lyon, is it?
Natasha: It is. My mentor
died...trying to warn us about the threat our Sacred Stone posed. I
want to know the truth. What is Emperor Vigarde up to? What is Prince
Lyon's role in this?
Knoll: There are as many truths
out there as there are people to tell them. Perhaps it's best simply to
choose the truth with which you are most comfortable.
Natasha: ......
Knoll: In the eyes of your
mentor, I would imagine we must have seemed quite evil. He imagined our
magical studies using the Sacred Stone were sacrilege. I suspect he
quite loathed the ancient magics he called "dark."
Natasha: You're wrong... My
mentor wasn't like that at all! And isn't this war the direct result of
all your dark magic research?
Knoll: ......
Natasha: ......
Knoll: Hm... Well, I suppose
you are right about that. Your magic stems from faith in the
unknowable, the divine presence. In contrast, dark magic stems from
knowledge, from understanding. We distrust what we do not understand,
and we strive to know the unknowable. Perhaps our disciplines truly are
incompatible.
Natasha: ......
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Knoll:
...Our researches ended in miserable failure. Grado's Sacred Stone was
shattered. Prince Lyon, corrupted... And this whole tragedy that
unfolds around us even now. It's true. We mages have triggered this
age's greatest calamity.
Natasha: But why? What was it
all for? What did you hope to accomplish with the power of the Sacred
Stone?
Knoll: All Prince Lyon wanted
was to help people...and we are his servants.
Natasha: Help people?
Knoll: We read of a spell
entitled the time shear. It causes, in effect, a hole in time. This
spell warps time, punches a hole through cause and effect.
Natasha: ......
Knoll: We lack the knowledge to
reproduce this ancient spell today. Prince Lyon, however, was convinced
that we could unravel its secret. He felt we could use it to predict--
and even prevent--future events.
Natasha: ...Prevent...the
future?
Knoll: Oh, we dedicated years
to studying this spell. You see, the greater the disaster, the farther
it sends ripples through time. We learned to read these ripples from
the future, hoping to save lives. If we could know when a disaster
would strike, we could evacuate people. We could save millions of lives.
Natasha: But... It seems so, so
blasphemous. That worldly creatures should take control of fate, it--
Knoll: Are you saying that,
knowing the future, we should do nothing? We should simply allow people
to die in order to preserve "fate"?
Natasha: I...
Knoll: I'm sorry. I don't mean
to sound hostile. Prince Lyon himself was troubled by these same
doubts, you see. But we pressed on with our studies. We felt it was our
duty, in the interest of all Grado's people.
Natasha: ......
Knoll: Perhaps we were bitter
that we receive no credit for aiding Grado. That we receive no
accolades for our research, for the benefit it brings. I do not know.
But we pressed on, nonetheless. The misconceptions linking the ancient
magics to "evil" die hard and slow. Prince Lyon sought to change that.
He wanted, as we all wanted, to prove that our magic had good uses.
Natasha: Prince Lyon would
never--
Knoll: With our aid, Prince
Lyon predicted a great storm rising in the south. He barred ships from
leaving port, and, oh, how the people complained. But the storm came,
and the seas raged. We saved countless lives. And Prince Lyon cared not
at all if the people loved him for it. He only wanted them to be safe.
Natasha: ......
Knoll: And now, I see it all so
clearly. All our research amounts to nothing. All I can do now is
lament our hunger for knowledge. Our greed.