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War.

Uldorak, Lirrak, now this
failed attack on you, Vahdrak.

It is a message. A warning.

Answer in blood, answer in fire.

Terrorblade and his allies
strike at us in our sleep.

-The thunder will answer.
-Perhaps a bargain before bloodshed.

We do not bargain for our lives.
We attack the mouse in his tower.

We reclaim what has been stolen.

Retribution.

"Retribution." "Bargains."

What has been created,
at times, must be destroyed.

What is destroyed
will rise and fall and rise again!

All flailing arms, birth screams,

and mother's blood.

Too attached
to the flesh illusion you are.

Too attached to the dream.

I am the song that murders the world.

What fun.

The souls of your brothers.
Your sisters. Only one gift remains.

It is no gift! It is my price!

The fulfillment of my purpose
in the cycle of creation.

Chaos!

Those belong to us. Not to him.

We defeat one usurper,
and now we serve another.

We've lived without the power
of a living god for a millennium.

We don't need lotuses or ley lines,
and we don't need any damn sorceress.

The world belonged to us once,

before Selemene betrayed us,
and the humans took it.

All we need is steel
and courage to take it back.

As our empire rises,
night and shadow fall.

I hear singing.

The wind plays tricks.
These caverns are like a horn at times.

Always beautiful, often unsettling.

I didn't hear anything.

Yeah. Just the wind.

This is quite a place you have.

Lovely. Tasteful. Cold.

It's not my place. It's hers.

-Oh, right. Sure. Total dragon hole.

Auroth spotted the wyrmling swarm.

When we saw the fire,
then you, we had to help.

That's two you owe me.

-We need rest. We need food.

Then we'll need supplies.

-I know this look.

I saw it on my mother's face
after her primary died.

She would wander the forests
as though she might find her there.

-I'm fine.
-Mother used to say that too.

I just… The music seems like more
than simply the wind.

Terrorblade. Did he… Did anyone…
Did they hurt you?

I mean, you look okay, but--

No one hurt me.
Not Terrorblade and not you.

Never you.

"Or a frozen waste's eternal gazing,
ancient agonies survive.

Thunder lost, lone voices praising,
one from many has derived."

Do you like it?

That's really good.
Or it's really terrible. I can't tell.

-I wrote it.
-I, I love it?

Am I supposed to answer for you?

Um, sorry. It's just you talk. 'Course,
you talk. You write. I can't write.

All that's necessary is for you to feel.
The words will follow.

Feel. Right.

Faith.

My grandfather's sword.

He feared no one.

Your Highness, wait!

Your Highness, please!

Princess! Please! Stop!

Sunbeam.

-Sunbeam.

No need to run.
No one here would hurt you.

No one here would dare.

Welcome home.

Viceroy Kashurra,
I am grateful for what you did for me.

But you stayed here. You serve my uncle.

I served the Helio Imperium
as your father demanded.

The Imperium kidnapped me.

The Emperor has his reasons.

For now, try to enjoy
the hospitality I offer you.

Safe, secure.

No one harms my Sunbeam.

Quite impressive with the Oglodi.

Hm. I could watch you do that every day.

And I fear I will get my chance.

This, uh, little game you play
always ends the same.

You well sleep with
one of those pretty eyes open.

Him? Jarl?
I've owed him that for 15 years.

And get your tail out of my face
before I choke you with it.

Mm. Promises, promises.

At least I will die
staring into your eyes.

Nico Hieronimo.
Formerly of the Nivan Gallants.

Currently rotting in this shithole.

Okay. I'll leave you to your sleep
or lack of it.

Pangoliers.

We're safe here, for the moment.

But those wyrmlings are still loose.
The demon's army now.

Our first task is to reclaim
Dragon Hold and reclaim the Forge.

We'll need steel for the battles to come.

We recall our brothers
who remain in the field.

We don't have time for any of that.

I, I think what Davion means is,
you're right and we should do it quickly.

That's not what I meant.

You want to charge back into the fight.
Hunt the demon to his lair, take his head.

Something like that.

Don't let that thing
inside speak for you, son.

Damn sure don't let it do your thinking.

If Terrorblade gets to the Eldwyrms, those
monsters at Dragon Hold won't matter.

-Nothing will.

My whole life, I never imagined
I'd ever see you run from a fight.

Should I go after him, or…

I'll just sit here… with me.

The little one told me
about your fight with Davion.

-Wasn't a fight.
-He walked out. It was a fight.

The boy saw things.

He saw things he wasn't prepared to see.

The boy did. It's just like Leathsham.

You never mourned, did you?
You disappeared into the hunt.

And you're doing the same now.

You lost them. You lost her.

-We're at war.
-The Fathers are dead.

Your brothers don't need tactics.
They need what's been lost.

That boy…

needs what he's lost.

Davion? Davion, please wake up.
I came looking for you.

I found you in there, standing
in front of that blue rock. Just staring.

He spoke to me. The music.
It was him. I heard Slyrak.

You found my hoard.
The Ore calls to you as it once called me.

Lifetimes ago, I took it as a treasure.
Kept it close, unaware of its power.

I was just a simple dragon, you see.
Then I began to wake from my slumber

with dreams of humans
not fighting but conversing.

In time, my Eldwyrm's voice faded.

I collected books, began writing verse.
The dragon songs never returned.

But in my solitude,
I had the most wonderful thought.

I am.

And it was this Ore that changed you?

Some say the Ore and its crimson
opposite are the stuff of gods and demons.

Others believe them to be remnants
of a vast and timeless primordial mind.

I know only that they are dangerous.

But it called to me in Slyrak's voice.
Slyrak's song.

Whatever it was, it was part of you.

Return to the hoard. Stand in the light.
And be forever changed.

The question is not "What are they?"
The question is "What are you?"

Mother.

Forgive the informality, Princess.

It's no reflection of the throne's esteem,
merely security measure.

-Uncle.
-Leave us. Everyone.

Everyone but you.

Time to come down of the throne
and talk business.

Your father loved the "thees" and "thous."
But that never really my style.

This is a terrible job. Even for God.
Everyone in the Imperium want something.

Usually, it's something
someone else has and wants to keep.

There's nothing new about it.
It's the way of things.

Your parents knew this. Kashurra knows it.

You can't change it.
Not for good, not forever.

The only thing you can do is manage it.
Which is where I come in.

I am the arbiter of banal ambition.

My heart swells with pity for you.

The people need things to believe in,
which is where you come in.

The prodigal daughter returned
on the arm of the Emperor, his queen.

That's not what I mean.

This is business.
I'm after an idea, a story.

The kind of story the people
and great houses can rally behind.

No, you chose that chair.

You murdered my parents for it.
To hell with you and your story.

Things are happening
in the world, Princess.

The Coriel'Tauvi are on the move.
Converging on the Nightsilver Woods.

Refugees flock from skirmishes
on the enclave borders.

They say the Dark Moon Order
was destroyed by a 12-foot demon.

No idea if that's true, but damn!

Noise, chaos, threats.
The Imperium needs unity.

The people need the Princess of the Sun.

The people need you.
Don't say a word. Sleep on it.

The arrogance of that man!

Yet it disguises his insecurity.

The Emperor harbors concerns over war,
but not from without, but from within.

Factions that emerged after
your father's death never reconciled.

His loyalists complicate Shabarra's rule.

Opportunistic others exploit
the conflict to their advantage.

Yeah, my uncle needs legitimacy.

Yes, he has a need.
And you have the power to meet it.

I'd rather die in the stockade!

I would rather you not.

Your family still has friends here.
We will get you to safety.

-And Luna?
-Luna is a public enemy.

You will lose what friends you have left.

I won't leave her to rot and die.
I'll just have to find another way.

Fifteen years and a punch in the face.
Well, that's a fine hello.

Plenty of friends here.
Got you to thank for their accommodations.

They wonder where you went
that day on the battlefield.

They wonder why you never came back.
I don't wonder.

I don't care.

-Madam.

I'm putting a new company together.
Are you in or out?

I think you're very interesting.

Ah. Thanks.

You're a Dragon Knight,
but quite unlike the others.

Ha! "Dragon Knight." Right.

This sword? Not exactly
the hand-me-down that I wanted.

The knight who owned this,
he was kind of an asshole, really.

Wanted his boots shined daily.
But he, he died, a knight's death.

I'm no Dragon Knight.

I'm just an asshole
carrying another asshole's sword.

I'm a bit player in someone else's story.

You are only as important to the story
as you choose to be.

Wait here.

I brought you a gift.
I hope you like gifts.

-Stop doing that!

-A ring?
-A weapon.

Every great hero needs a weapon.
This ring can be yours.

Am I invisible? I'm invisible!

I can see me. But maybe
I'm supposed to be able to see me.

Now hit me.

-With what?
-Anything.

Uh…

I am defeated.
This victory is yours, Dragon Knight.

You're afraid. Don't be.

Trust me, it's a new experience.

It's like I'm two people.
Davion the Dragon Knight, and I'm him.

And for the longest time,
I thought I was just Davion,

who sometimes became the other thing.

But what if I have it wrong?
What if I have it backwards?

We're all two people.

The priests teach Mene is more
than Goddess of the Moon.

She is the Goddess of Night.
The Goddess of Shadow.

There can be no shadow
without a light to cast it.

Walk in shadow, know the light.

Walk in shadow, know the light.

The burning truth!

Little mouse!
We finally meet beyond the void!

-The Eldwyrms. They told me…
-The pillars have fallen.

Their souls captured.
You alone remain. A piece of me.

The only chance, Ember Mouse, burn them.

-Burn them all!
-I'm not you!

We are me. Do you not understand?

I am in your blood as you are in mine.

It has always been so.
It is why you were chosen.

Just tell me how to end this.

Only with the Eye,
can we see into Foulfell.

Only then, can I kill Terrorblade.

You're not making any sense.

I have sung you the truth
since the beginning.

Yet you do not hear me.

I couldn't. Sing it to me again
while I'm listening.

The Solar God's relic.

Find the Eye of the Worldwyrm!

The Eldwyrms are dead.

What about you?

I know what I am.

That's all the bastard said?

Nonsense about the Solar God
and the Eye of the Worldwyrm?

I wish I knew where to start.

Perhaps I do.
The place I came from many years ago.

The Solar God makes his home there.
The Helio Imperium.

The Helio Imperium?

Mirana.

Dawn.

It could be nowhere more beautiful
than the domain of the Solar Throne.

It seems somehow
brighter today with you in it.

I hope you sent for me
because you found your way

as I knew you would.

Because you plan to stay,
uh, but on your own terms.

There is so much
of your father in you, Sunbeam.

More than you know.

Tell the Emperor
I've slept on it.

Tell him I accept his proposal.