So it had taken him sixteen years. Sixteen hellish years spent searching for the princess, but he'd finally succeeded, and with the help of those silly faeries, nonetheless. Who would've thought that the princess would've thrown such a fit over being told her true identity? Nonetheless, the ensuing explosion was more than enough to alert Hojo to their presence, and he now waited within the castle walls, listening as the three imbeciles faeries left Rider with her crown and the fresh knowledge that she wasn't who she'd thought she was.

Perfect time for him to make his appearance; while she sat in the room, a hazy glowing green sphere appeared in the air, a hypnotic tune accompanying its presence.