A long while ago...
Right after we were exiled into the land of Istoria...
There was anger.
There was fear.
There was no hope.
But not all of us were hopeless.
There was a little girl,
a girl with a purple top hat...
She was a light for us in the darkness.
She was a beacon of hope.
She was a friend to all of us...
But there was this one kid...
A "trainer"...
He was even more hopeless than the rest of us.
But, the girl with the hat...
She never gave up trying to help him.
They became good friends.
Best of friends, even.
They'd go everywhere together.
Helping others.
Until...
Until...
One day...
They started fighting.
The fight quickly snowballed.
The trainer was angry with our Leader, because he thought he was keeping us here on purpose.
The girl tried to talk some sense into him...
But failed.
He pushed her outside the Perimeter.
A terrible curse would befall upon her.
...
She...
She'd die a couple weeks later.
The trainer, filled with guilt,
wanted to give her a proper burial.
He took her body...
And stepped outside the Perimeter himself.
We never saw either of the two again.
The incident left us all shocked.
In a matter of days...
We'd lost the two people who had kept us from losing all hope.
However, not all is bad news.
There is a plan.
A plan to make us free!
Don't you see?
There's still hope after all!
You should be smiling.
After all,
aren't you going to meet an old friend of yours soon?
