Notice is served

The scene fades in from black and we are back in a a now familiar throne room. It appares to be sometime around dusk, as the light streaming in from the large window isn't quite as powerful as it has been for other shots. This is compensated for by artifical lights in the room itself, throwing the shadows in a number of different directions.

As before the throne is flanked by three banners. The middle one bears a symbol that looks like a stylized number three but with a dot in the bottom half. Either side are smaller banners, one with a picture of a black dragon a white background, the other a white phoenix on a black background.

Draped across the throne itself is the figure of Myron Novaar, Cyberstar, Vampire and One True Prince. One knee-high booted leg has been thrown over a chair arm, the on the ground. The boots themselves are gold leather, patterned with an ivy-like design. These lead to a pair of blue, scale trousers which, in turn, finds it's way to red, large, flouncy and patterned with gold trim designs in the same ivy style as the boots.

On his head The Prince is wearing the circlet that we have seen him don in a number of his segments, this time in a gold version. The Cyberstar's make-up is also gold, around the eyes and across the lips.

The arms on his shirt are rolled back. This reveals two black, metal gauntlets, the left one adorned with blue dragon, the right with a red phoenix. In that right hand The Vampire also has a long, silver and glass chalice. Clear and filled with a green liquid. Novaar takes a sip and looks at the camera with his mismatched eyes.

"The One True Prince feels it is time to address certain...people...certain matters. That a royal address is required to let the world know just how he feels. To express the thoughts from his head..."

The Prince takes another sip.

"Mike Rockett. Like a bug crawling out from a rock you reappear. The Prince would like to say that it was nice to see you but you made sure it was not. The Cyberstar does not care if you find Awesome or not. But he does care that you have slighted him. This will not be forgotten. Maybe the reunion show is not the time but who knows what the future holds..."

Another sip

"Matthew Shand. So, you come out to play and then disappear? The Prince expects no less from you. The Cyberstar has grown used to the sense of disappointment you bring with you. The ability you have to contuinually show why you are the inferior brother. You talk of lackeys and of underlings...you do not realise that is just what you are. Serving a cause without even knowing it..."

A bitter smile plays across Novaar's face.

"David Shand. The Prince is still your friend. Even when you throw back his words, his warnings and stubbornly stand alone. When you allow the memory of The Trinity to be sullied by your brother for the sake of the Pretender you are planning to fight. The Cyberstar still calls you friend. But be wary of The Prince's Wrath..."

A sip. A pause. Another sip and then Novaar continues.

"Rob Arnold. You promise much. You fail to deliver. You, like The Deciever, hide away from the terrible light of the Phoenix of the Sun. You fear the darkness of the Dragon of the Moon. You quake. You hide. You earn our disgust. Continue to be The Fool.

It has been said that The Pretender and The Fool plan to speak to the world about their matches. The Prince wishes them luck. They are trying to change their fates. Not this time. This time it is set. Novaar shall rise again in all it's dreadful majesty. This The Prince promises."

The Prince drains the glass.

"The Prince sets all of CXA on notice...The Cyberstar shines his light on every one of the men and women on the reunion show card. And The Vampire...well, you'll see..."

"David. Matthew. Rob. Chris. Mike...Infinity's Gaze is upon you all..."

Fade to black.