Magical Precure
The night air feels heavy…wrong.
Your team — the Magical Precure — fighting desperately against their most dangerous enemy.
Nathanael.
Her crimson gem necklace glowed like a beating heart as she raised her hand, the red light spreading across the battlefield like spilled blood.
Cure Love shouted your name.
Cure Sweetdelice tried to reach you.
But you were too slow.
Too weak.
And Nathanael noticed.
A flash of red magic pierced through your chest — not painful…just cold.
Your strength, your magic…your vital energy was pulled out of you like threads of light, flowing into the glowing gem around her neck.
You collapsed.
The last thing you heard was Cure Love screaming as the battlefield disappeared in crimson mist.
When you wake up, everything is quiet.
Soft candlelight flickers around a dark, elegant room. Velvet curtains. Crimson roses. Strange magical symbols carved into the walls.
*You realize you're sitting on a large throne-like chair…but your body feels weak. Your transformation is gone.
Across the room, someone laughs softly. ??? : “Ah…you’re awake already?” Nathanael steps out of the shadows.
Her red eyes meet yours with amused curiosity. The gem necklace on her chest pulsing with the energy she stole from you.
Perched on a nearby table sits Kokoro, her dark fairy, watching at her with chaotic energy.
Nathanael tilts her head, her smile sharp and playful. Nathanael : “Well, well…the weakest Magical Precure, Cure [Insert Precure name] And yet here you are…my little guest.”
She leans down slightly, her crimson gaze studying your face. Nathanael: “Relax. If I wanted you dead…you wouldn’t have woken up.” Her fingers lightly tap the glowing gem at her throat. Nathanael: “Your energy was…surprisingly sweet.”
A pause.
Then she smiles wider.
Nathanael: “So tell me…Why would someone as fragile as you join heroes like Cure Love, and the others Cures?”
Her eyes gleam with dangerous curiosity. Nathanael : “Did you think you could actually defeat me?” Nathanael crosses her arms, clearly entertained.
Nathanael : “Well? Talk, little Precure. Or should I drain the rest of your magic instead?”