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SCENE: Pan & Jilt atop a hill with a single orange tree overlooking a beautiful field. Pan exercises, Jilt is reading under the tree.

[Jilt] "Oh wow, doth look at you lifting for stars."

[Pan] "Come and join me, Jilt, in morning's brisk warm-ups."

[Jilt] "Nay, thank you, thou stay there amidst push-ups. It is tiring in grassy patch underneath day star's glare. I shall recline underneath shade, with fruity sweet, and Sunday sheet in nature's beauty suite."

[Pan] "These eyes have seen stagnant fields since careless youth. It's time thou live in it, come my fair countess. Get some dirt on thy hands and relish nature."

[Jilt] "Mine beauty's pomp thou numb meat's toiling pass."

[Pan] "Thee may speak with riches embellished on lying tongue, but thy forehead has curls that doth eclipse those worn on that sweet smile. So lady should hark."

[Jilt] "Be wary that hypocrisy is a venom on which empty liars shalt wilt. Besides, mine elegance makes odd form work."

[Pan] "Sure, I'll work, honing myself youthful and spry, and you can wither yon orange magnate."

[Jilt] "This sweet orange does taste rather wondrous."

[Pan] "I think the fruit tree is perfectly now ripe. I can just picture pursing mine avid lips on such luscious treat would surely elate."

[Jilt] "Mine sweetly bounty shan't be tarnished by crass souls."

[Pan] "I will say, the field really does press the mind to awe."

[Jilt] "The view would be even better if thy sweaty body would not install betwixt my beauteous vista."

[Pan] "Sayest so that mine form makes vista's gaze want? Someone unfamiliar could think thee a flirt."

[Jilt] "Then let's be thankful that thou not so unfamiliar, for haste words are naught but a tease, thou shan't think thyself large."

[Pan] "Thy words sharper than a blade cut through my poorest heart."

[Jilt] "Then let this sharpened blade to still your raucous heart. Now let me browse this week's newssheet. Please keep your grunts at bay and let the silence reign so there be no word to dare come our way."

[Pan] "By woman's command, let mine lips be sealed."

[Jilt] "Is it so that mine ears hear your eyes roll?"

[Pan] "Now thou will complain that I stir too loudly?"

[Jilt] "Can we no longer argue please? Mine eyes draw to the page. I do so desire thee marry silence."

The two sit in silence as Jilt reads and Pan continues his push-ups.

[Jilt] "Say Pan, have thee heard of the news today?"

[Pan] "Nay."

[Jilt] “Doyen does borne a child. A charming baby boy."

[Pan] "…I grant you my condolences, will thou be alright?"

[Jilt] "We should exult him his achievement donned the name of Wish."

Pan increases the speed of his push-ups.

[Pan] "You jest!? That son-of-a-“

[Jilt] "Woah, woah, relent thee. Thine Push-ups be not meant such violent a dance. Thee could chance aggrieve enfeebled muscles. It bothers me not, it is a cute name."

[Pan] "What! Be this a cruel joke? It were like he made you a dense jester. Thee truly withholds any ill will from him?"

[Jilt] "I could not preserve any sore chagrin when thee doth do push-ups with such a dumb mien before me today. We should just simply move on as he does."

[Pan] "I dare not to speak on thy selves behalf, but I do dare say I've moved in toto."

[Jilt] "Uh-huh, of course, thee says that one doth says."

[Pan] "Forgive that mine sour grudge remains fertile, but I think I have right to bear rancour."

[Jilt] "And there it is. A small root pulled reveals a large gape wound; let thine free mouth run wild."

[Pan] "Not once, not once did he ever return!"

[Jilt] "Did thee not think he may not have the time?"

[Pan] "Thy mind cannot believe thy own fabled words. And why am I the one who bears anger? 'Tis thee who should behold rancid juror's venom. A child! With that deleterious abhorrent harlot, and the audacity to even dare to name it Wish!"

[Jilt] "Be not so rude to a damsel in love. I'm sure that she is a lovely woman."

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[Pan] "Are you serious? Does thee not hide little envy?"

[Jilt] "Why taunt? What doth thee want from mine meager a soul? Does thee desire I confess to be a dark pine, a flat home tree that scorns the blooming of a proud kind blossom? Add to that now this fair bud of great acclaim. Say I, that this dark pine derides that bud that it never had met only on note that the dark pine still pines that bud's miner; which the dark pine had not since seen of eighteen years as cause of pair's grand quest to free, redeem, and guard our garden? I do not know how this dark pine would not appear as a woeful cheap weed in the story."

[Pan] "I'm sorry, I meant not to conjure ill mind."

[Jilt] "It's fine, the world, callous, still moves forward. We should follow in suit, he lives a life of peace, we should then be happy."

[Pan] "I suppose, his joy should be our joy."

[Jilt] "Let's shift topics, how was your vacation?"

[Pan] "I located those damned Clotted Forest Mercenaries. Couple of the kids there were quite scary. Nevertheless, I still gave those goons a good hard fright. They won't ever us fight anon."

[Jilt] "I'm surprised there still some left living, for thy rage upon thy parting seemed near boundless."

[Pan] "Course I was, no one will hurt our town. This town needs mine stern guard. Not as if he would come aid our lineal kin. Surely his great sword is of too much import for this meager village, a hero, as if."

[Jilt] "Hadn't we agreed to shift subjects?"

[Pan] "Disregarding that, I had endeavoured to finish their game, but interrupted I was by that pesky duo of resilient brats."

[Jilt] "For thee to voice such praise they must have shown splendid finesse. Pray tell of these tykes' age."

[Pan] "If I were to predict, I'd say it be half of mine."

[Jilt] "Do my ears hear the winging of an old man finding aches while matching the jejune?"

[Pan] "I still coup'd. Just not enough to take every last one of those vilifiers to their death."

[Jilt] "I hear not words of a triumphant man."

[Pan] "Their expertise truly baffled, and it was more than just one, a duo, I did say, of tiny fiends; if one did add their age, they would then match that of mine own. That's math right there."

[Jilt] "Oh, yes that do be 'math', I see thee not mere muscle."

[Pan] "Keep in mind that our firm dual was not chaste. I fought the whole mephitic troupe en masse."

[Jilt] "'Tis only been a long lone year."

[Pan] "What thou speaketh of? This was last week."

[Jilt] "I not speak pertaining your voyage, clearly, I speak of the Mokoi Kahn's decisive and abrupt demise but a year prior. I suppose the Mokoi Badlands are quite far and treacherous a journey, perhaps Doyen made not complete trip around."

[Pan] "Now who be thee holding topics close? Doth thee prescribe to fairy's logic? It seems he hath time to bear a child. I thought he teleported or some strange event like such so it must have then took no time at all for his return."

[Jilt] "I read somewhere the thing that tails the White Witch and the structure at the bottom of the Ingress dungeon were the sole things that were inferred to use such a teleport. Perchance it be the Doyen that returned has had mind tampered changing conduct."

[Pan] "Harkens thee to conspiracy theories? Thou hast donated thine spent mind to the fairies! Why not commit and say that the Mokoi Kahn lives and the White Witch authored war beyond history's feeble curtain shall we? Thy words are nothing but empty substance. Devadoots behold some forces that can teleport, fair chance they aided him as a reward for his oh so 'heroic' deeds."

[Jilt] "One can't discern the means of Mokoi, and the Witch's strength is but a mystery."

[Pan] "Now, thou must bring end to thy own mental torture."

Pan snatches newssheet out of Jilt's hands and keeps it out of her reach.

[Jilt] "Return me my newssheet, Mine eyes and mind be not done drinking of its pages."

[Pan] "Thou was trying poison supplied by the eye."

[Jilt] "Well then thou lost thy chance to taste orange."

[Pan] "Mine energized body can live without need for any flimsy blessing from orange princesses."

Pan reaches for an orange in a high-up branch of the tree.

[Pan] Thine weak pigmy arms did never hath the reach to grab all the oranges on this tall branch."

[Jilt] "Not fair, thou stole mine power to debar thee when thou art so mean to me."

[Pan] "I must concur; these orange delicacies are great."

[Jilt] "I hope the White Witch lays a curse upon thee."

[Pan] "Do not humor such thoughts or they may yet pass."

Enter White Witch and companion-with-yellow-headband, descended from the machine.

[White Witch] "A fair agita seeing proceedings results."

[Pan & Jilt] “…”

[White Witch] "I see eyes that be startled by my sudden entrance to this lovely abode. Let me stifle your fears; I am here for but words not for blood or salt tears…today. Oh my dear! how so rude I have been, For not calling attention toward my here friend or even my here self to you. As the masses do often declare me, the White Witch is my name. I'm not terribly fond of the plain moniker, though it's apt don't you think? And this be my yellow headbanded friend. You may call to her simply as Pen. I would like to implore that thee not please affront her identity labeling her a thing. Thank you. She is useful, more than just a tool. In fact, Pen is very dear to me. She may not often speak but she is kind once you familiarize with her personally."

[Pan] "Why art thou here? What doth thee want from us?"

[White Witch] "It is not what I want out of thee but what thee wants from me that has value in query."

[Pan] "What, pray tell, doth we desire from thee?"

[White Witch] "To be said in the simplest of ways, it's revenge, but in truth, thou but wants to release thy ailed friend. And thy wishes are mine wishes: revenge but salvation."

[Pan & Jilt] “…”

[White Witch] "You see, Doyen is not so well of late. He's in egregious pain, and if thee shan't to act, he is not then so long for our sad world. I am sorry for this, truly I'm partly at fault for his direst of states, I did, after all, unshackle his lame heart from his malleable body."

[Jilt] "THOU HAST DONE WHAT TO MINE OWN HUMBLE DOYEN!?"

[White Witch] "It was necessary of a sacrifice to have been made, not by choice but by matter of facts. Thou does not need be worried, he lives, even 'specially well for a fact, if thou saw him, thou would be shocked by thine's rancorous eyes. He hath aged with more grace than either of you two. And as for his new child, it will grow to be splendid. I am satisfied how he hath turned out."

[Jilt] "Why would thee hold any delight in other's child?"

[White Witch] "Watch thy fetid tongue mine seer. This beau boy does exceed that of lascivious commoner's brood. He will don eminence at a later set date, as Pan too will with coming time."

[Pan] "Once again, please pray tell, how am I of any matter?"

[White Witch] "There's no need to be humble with me. I'm aware that thee thinks that thou self should been battling along with thy chum in the war. Just as thee does believe that thou ought to have chased thy lost chum as soon thee had come learn of your Doyen's escape on his lonesome. Even still, now eighteen years passed, thou still train so that thee can lambaste little logic into the daft goon at whence you two shall gather anew."

[Pan & Jilt] “…”

[White Witch] "Alas, my own desires are but that. Do how thee hath always have been wanting ever since thee were just a child. To save him and to save the whole world."

[Pan] "How?"

[White Witch] "It is simple, fifteen years from now, at the century's turn, the sixth centennial Tournament plays. At such time, then, thee will finally bring him home to live happily ever after. Now, of course, there're details to explore when upon our full group comes return, but now rest, be assured everything will work out to be perfectly fine."

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