(The lights slowly illuminate, showing a sleeping KING JAMES in an elegant bed chamber. The bag given to him starts to shake and glow, which wakes KING JAMES)
KING JAMES: Lord have mercy, what is that confounded noise!?
(The bag suddenly falls off the desk it was set on and bursts with a great flash)
KING JAMES: Guards! Guards!
(SHADOW emerges from the bag as the light dies down)
SHADOW: King James, you have been chosen.
KING JAMES: Demon! Sorcerer! Stay away!
(KING JAMES backs up from SHADOW, who stands and keeps talking)
SHADOW: Your people despise you, you care only for yourself, and are a tyrant obsessed with wealth and social status! You must learn!
(SHADOW suddenly grabs KING JAMES' arm as thunder roars in the background. The lights cut off)