All language subtitles for The.Dragon.Prince.S05E05.WEBRip.x264-XEN0N[eztv.re].mkv3

♪ Pa-pum ♪

Xadia needs you.

Sol Regem, the Sun King.

Go... away.

Two dark mages
are traveling through Xadia

trying to unleash
an ancient and mysterious evil.

Great dragons,
I beseech you, help us find them.

Your dad's sick, Claudia.

Dad! You're alive!

A weapon that can end
a Startouch Elf's mortal existence.

The weapon. We found the answer!

There's too many this time.

Remember, even one scratch,
and you'll be corrupted.

On the eastern coast of Xadia,

we used an ancient rune-beacon

to summon the Great Archdragon
of Ocean, Domina Profundis.

She revealed to me the true nature
of Aaravos' prison.

The true nature?

Let's just say
the prison is not what it seems.

Domina couldn't tell me
where the prison is,

but she did tell me someone
who might know how to find it.

Oh, "Domina" now, huh?

First name basis
with legendary dragons, must be nice!

It is nice. Isn't it, Zym?

Domina told me
that the great Archmage Akiyu,

a Tidebound Elf, built the magical prison.

If Akiyu made it,
then she must know where it is.

Then we can stop Viren and Claudia
from releasing Aaravos.

Or, hear me out,

at the library we learned
about the Novablade,

a mythical sword
that can kill a Startouch Elf.

It's protected by an ancient sect
of Skywing Elves

called the Celestial elves
at the Starscraper,

this unbelievably high tower,
far, far north beyond the Frozen Sea.

How ‘bout we hitch a dragon ride up there,
borrow this Novablade,

then we wait for Aaravos to get out,
and just stab, stab, buh-bye, bad guy.

Wait, slow down.

Shouldn't that be the last resort?

If we can stop Aaravos
from getting out at all,

we can solve this without any violence.

I wish we had time for that, but Claudia
and Viren are days ahead of us.

Aaravos could be out already.

Aww. Oh, no.

You're making me
the deciding vote, aren't you?

This wound doesn't look good.
It's all magic-y and goopy, ugh.

I've suffered worse.

I just want to humbly suggest

that whatever the team does next,
you take a break.

Okay? Just stay here and rest,
that's what you need to heal.

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize
you were a dragon doctor.

And drink plenty of fluids.

I will be fine, sweet human.

It's decided.

We're going to meet
the great Archmage Akiyu.

No ordinary healing spell
can restore Sol Regem's sight.

It will require something
impossibly rare, a sun seed.

But destiny favors us, Pharos.

My sister Janai has a sun seed,
and we will take it.

How fortuitous.

But if it is her sun seed we seek,
why are we in the Moonshadow Forest?

Because there's someone here
who can get the seed for us.

Kim'dael, the Bloodmoon Huntress.

He hasn't said a word
since he came out of his fever-thing.

I'm worried.

Looks healthy though, yeah?
Seems to be fine otherwise.

Terry! He's not responding,
he's not eating,

he's not talking,
he's completely catatonic.

I mean, aside from that.

Do you think the spell that brought him
back to life is starting to fade?

Archmage Akiyu lives beyond the tidepools.

I'm going back to the Storm Spire
to gather my strength

but I will return
to this exact spot at sundown.

This is so great.
It's a tidepool, but everything's giant.

Oh, look!

A giant sea slug.

I used to find little ones all the time
and make friends with them.

They may look gross,
but they're gentle and sweet.

They have a rich inner life.

- Hmm.
- Hmm.

Those are some big carrion gulls.

They're here for a snack,
and I think we might just be snack-sized.

Oh! I have an idea.

So now what?

Ezran, can't you talk to them?

Ow!

Go away, mean birds!

Get! Go on! Shoo!

Ah. You must be the strangest family
of talking hermit crabs I ever saw.

My muscles are always too big for things.

It's nice to see you
finally coming out of your shell.

Ah.

Oh, hi.

Are you the legendary Archmage Akiyu?

Akiyu?

Do I look like a legendary archmage?

I try not to judge, but, uh, no.

Folks call me Tidebound Tina.

Can you help us find Akiyu?
We need her help.

Oh, wise and very dangerous archmage,
master of the briny deep.

Some people are here to see you.

Who should I tell her you are?

A ragtag squad of bold adventurers.

Some ragtag weirdos.

Mm-hmm. Right.

That's what I thought.

No chance.

- Wait, can I talk a second?
- No, no, no-no.

- It's my conch.
- Please.

Tell the archmage the world is in peril.

A long time ago,
an evil Startouch elf was imprisoned.

You shouldn't be telling her this.
We need to tell the archmage.

We're going to see her,
and you're not stopping us.

Mistake. She'll probably kill you,
and if not, she'll kill me.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

Dad... even though you're not talking,
I know you're in there.

Nothing.

Hey, love.

Don't feel too bad about him not talking.

I mean, who needs words? Not bees.

- What?
- Bees.

They do not need words to talk,
they communicate with dancing.

I don't think he's going to dance at us.

Maybe we just need
to start the conversation?

What do you want to tell him?

I just want to say I love him,
and I'm here for him no matter what.

Lovely. Just follow my lead.

And waggle your tushie at him like this.

Uh, no, that's not quite right.

You just need to put a little more wiggle
in your waggle.

Huh?

This next part is underwater,

so those of you
who can't breathe underwater,

which is all of you,

feel free to give up and turn back.

And incoming.

- Hey, you can wait here if you want.
- I'll be all right.

Oh, I can't do it.

- I need you to push me.
- What?

Uh, I don't think
I'm comfortable pushing-- Hey!

See? I pushed you first. Pushing is easy.

Just push me.

Together.

One, two, three, go!

Almost there.

That's it, the final passage.

You'll find answers right through there.

Just through the esopha--
I mean, corridor.

I'm sorry I couldn't convince you
to turn back.

Thank you for guiding us this far.

Huh, this ooze-stuff is oddly familiar.

It reminds me of the ooze-stuff I find
on my pillow after a good sleep.

This is drool.

It's a trap! Turn back!

Guys!

You have to help them.
Get the monster to spit them out.

They went too far.

They should not be trying to find Aaravos.

Hundreds of years ago, during the reign
of the Archdragon of Moon, Luna Tenebris,

a group of Moonshadow Elves used strange
blood rituals to prolong their lives

and to enhance their dark powers.

This mysterious cult was known
as the Order of the Blood Moon.

When Avizandum seized power,

he abolished the cult, and one by one,
they were wiped out.

Only their leader, Kim'dael survived.

She went
to my great grandmother, Queen Aditi,

and begged for protection
from the vengeful archdragon.

Aditi granted her asylum,

in exchange for a magical binding
called a mercy debt.

Kim'dael literally owes
my family her life.

This is how we summon her.

Come back! You're being digested!

You're inside a monster!
You're being digested!

What is Soren saying?
He's a little congested?

That sounded like a cross between
an earthquake and a stomach rumbling.

I just figured out what Soren was saying.

We're being digested.

Zym! You can do it!

Give this monster
a zappy-dragon tummy ache!

Ugh!

Ah! Here-- Uh, ew!

It was you all along!

And you're not Tidebound Tina,
you're Archmage Akiyu!

Uh...

I don't want to get your hopes up,

but I think I might have seen
your dad's bum shimmy just a little.

Pretty sure it was bee language
for "This flower over here

has loads of pollen."

Why would he say that?

I guess to show the other bees
where a good flower is?

Dragon!

It's taking a low pass over the river.

We need to hide.

Blood of...

Blood of child! Blood of child!

- Dad, you saved us.
- Blood of child!

We're almost there,
and then we'll save you.

Yes. I am Akiyu the Archmage.

But close friends call me Tidebound Tina.

Why? Why?

Well, it was a childhood nickname, and--

No, why did you try to kill us?

I didn't want to kill you,
but you left me no choice.

I swore an oath, and I intend to keep it.

Let me tell you a story.

Centuries ago, in a time of great unrest,

I was visited by a human mage
who called herself the Jailer.

The archdragons
had given the Jailer a daunting task

to design a magical prison
that could hold a Startouch Elf.

She needed my powers
to craft the prison itself.

Because Aaravos was a master manipulator,

the Jailer knew all knowledge
of the prison

had to be protected...

its location, its material,
its very nature.

She carefully divided information
about the prison

so that not even the archdragons
had the complete picture.

Each knew only a piece.

"The puzzle is the real prison,"
she told me with a proud smile.

But I made a fatal mistake.

After crafting what she needed,

I glimpsed the markings
on the map she was carrying.

I learned the prison's secret location.

A dark look crossed the Jailer's face,
and I understood immediately.

I knew too much.

"The archdragons will have to kill you,"
she told me,

"to protect the puzzle,
to secure the prison."

I begged her to let me live.

I swore to keep the secret safe,
but she said it was too important,

that the entire world would be in danger
if she let me live with this knowledge.

So I proposed a pact.

I made a solemn promise I would die

before revealing the location
of the prison to anyone.

And she spared me.

So you see, when you came looking
for information about Aaravos,

I had no choice.

If I couldn't deter you,
I had to kill you.

And since I couldn't kill you...

Goodbye, cruel world.

What? Wait! No.

Leave me here, that my last moments
may be in peace.

I'm so sorry.

We wouldn't have come here looking
for Aaravos

if dangerous people
didn't already know where the prison was.

Wait, what?

Someone else already knows where it is?

Well, yeah.
They're trying to release Aaravos.

Well, why didn't you say so?
You've gotta stop them.

Yeah, we know.

Erm, the prison is right there,

precisely in the middle
of the Sea of the Castout.

Thank you.
We'll do everything we can to stop him.

But isn't there anything
we can do for you?

Is there time to stop the poison
before you die?

Poison?

Nah, nah, nah,
this is just a magi-kelp glow-juice shot.

Lots of vitamins, want a sip?

And one more thing...

One of you is a mage?

Oh, yeah, that's me. Ah, sky mage mostly.

I mean, I've read, like, everything
about the other primal sources,

and I feel like I might be getting close
to a breakthrough

on the ocean arcanum any day now.

But actually you're an ocean mage, do you
have any tips or tricks or cryptic hints?

When your mind is telling you to speak,
instead you must listen.

Oh, wow, that does sound
like some deep ocean arcanum wisdom.

It's just a polite way of saying,
"Shut up already, will you?"

Now stick out your hand.

You'll need this.
It's an enchanted amulet.

The magic's already kind of baked in,

so even the Wizard of Awkward here
should be able to make it work.

But what's it for?

Ah! Haven't you asked enough questions?

You'll figure it out! Now go!

Scram! Outta here!

Are you sure about this?
Something doesn't feel right.

What do you mean?

You aspire to return us
to the glory of the Sun,

to restore the purity of its light.

Perhaps we should not be seeking
the assistance of someone of this ilk.

- Shh, don't say another word.
- What?

I mean only to warn you...

Someone of my ilk?

Oh, don't let me interrupt.

What ilk am I, exactly?

Say it!

What were you going to say?

Someone evil.

You can take the blood of my servant
or you can listen to me.

I am Prince Karim,

and I am the son of the daughter
of the daughter of Queen Aditi,

who spared your life.

Would you like to repay your mercy debt?

We have everything we need.

A map. An amulet.
Or, uh, is it a talisman?

What's the difference?

Now we just need to beat Claudia
and Viren to the Sea of the Castout.

Good thing we know someone who can
get us there at the speed of dragon.

Your mom.

She should be here
to pick us up any minute.

Any minute.