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According to my charts, we should be very near Aberia.

Not a breath of wind.

It's called the doldrums. It's strictly a passing atmospheric condition.

Passing? Wind? How long's it been now?

Well, I estimate we've been drifting roughly 36 chickens, 40 loaves of bread,

and 12 skins of water.

You're just lucky you're a member of the crew.

Neither of us appreciates your sense of humor.

Maeve, we're all just feeling a little hungry.

Yeah, and thirsty.

That too.

Doomed. Well, I wouldn't go that far.

Come on, everybody.

Cheer up.

Like Farouk said, there's got to be land nearby.

I can smell the land.

And see a gust of offshore wind.

I didn't feel any wind.

Did you feel any wind?

Not a breath of wind.

And yet, lanterns blow out, sails fill.

At this accelerated rate, given the fact darkness shrouds any potential

landmass...

Shouldn't we be more concerned about... I'm concerned.

I'm very concerned.

How could this be happening?

Take a sounding!

Hold hands! Reduce sails!

Two more!

Get to the pillar!

Quickly!

What's the panic? I would think right now that would be a very good thing!

But we're sailing blind.

We can run aground.

We've got to drop the sail.

Zip it.

The water's getting shallower.

Two more.

Harder, Lee.

Bring us about.

Fast.

Keep trying.

We've got to bring these sails down.

What in the name of... It's got a mind of its own.

It's as if it wants us to run aground.

Longer! Drop anchor!

Hurry!

It's no use.

It's possessed.

At least we're not stuck in the doldrums anymore.

I better go down and check the damage. Look.

There.

I can see it.

Behold.

The kingdom of Avaria?

I think I'd rather be stuck in the doldrums.

And here, with my own eyes, I have seen the dead walk.

I've seen the dead bleed.

There be, there be ghosts here.

Go, go now.

Take me with you.

Dead sympathetic.

don't tell me you seriously believe in that mumbo jumbo something scared the

wits out of him there's a perfectly logical explanation peruse ghosts exist

something took control of the tiller back there these

are ghosts

they're men

real ghost trying to lure us into the forest it's only wind an owl at best

is nothing at best about this place no it's a boy a frightened

little boy how can you be so sure

Strange. The noise seems to be coming from right here.

Is it just me, or did it suddenly get chilly?

Unworldly.

What more proof do you need?

No, it's of this world.

Damp air meets cold stone. It's called condensation.

There. It's coming from over there.

You were strangers.

Welcome to what was once Arborea.

Those horsemen did this?

These were the last of my knights.

Now none remain who are loyal to me.

But you're all right.

Funny, isn't it? So much death, and yet they miss their aim.

But one still lives. The one that matters most.

Andy Drax will be when he finds out.

Pardon me, young sir, but I was led to believe that the kingdom of Aberia was a

peaceful, happy place, blessed with fruitful abundance, blue skies, famous

its strawberries.

It was all that and more, at least while King Alderaan lived in the Southern

Throne.

Who sits there now?

Drax. He was Alderaan's most trusted advisor and friend.

He betrayed Alderaan.

He imprisoned his queen. He seized the throne.

That was just three moons ago.

In that brief time, this once happy place has been transformed into a

sorrows. How tragic.

I will destroy the tyrant.

And I'll lift the curse.

And this will be Arborea once again.

Those warriors on horseback are what you're up against.

They'll have your work cut out for you, little man.

They are many and strong.

But I hold a secret to the tyrants I'm doing.

You do?

Drax will not rest. He cannot rest.

At least while the rightful heir to the throne still lives.

You.

I am Prince Xander, son of King Alderaan, Prince of Arborea.

It's a miracle you survived.

How did they miss you?

I... I played dead.

A very practical solution.

A boy your age should be surrounded by laughter and friends, not death.

Twice I failed my father.

Three moons ago in the battle in which he fell. And again today.

I shall never prove myself as a warrior.

No, you mustn't rush.

You will have years ahead of you to prove yourself.

I'm not used to being touched by commoners.

Well, you may have to get over that.

If we're going to help you.

We must hurry.

Every moment that passes puts my mother in greater danger.

Where do we find this tract?

My father's castle, on the far side of the forest. Come on.

He knows more than Shane.

I'm telling you, something's not right here.

I'm going to trust him.

He's good enough for me.

Brother, he needs us.

Just as we once needed Tim Tim.

No, it only seems we're lost.

Don't worry. I know where I'm going.

Sinbad, lurking out there.

Did you see it?

No.

I think we're all just getting a little punchy. We've been walking for hours.

See this flower?

It means the tyrant's hold over the kingdom is not yet secure.

There's still hope.

We must hurry. Your mother's in danger.

Whoa there, my prince.

We're all exhausted. We need a rest.

No, not yet. We cannot.

Don't you understand?

Tracks never rest.

How hard is it to kill a little boy?

I wouldn't know. Not in my line, really.

You and your scruples.

Any wizard worth his salt would have rid me of that brat months ago.

Oh, but no.

You're too sensitive.

There's your man now.

Good news, perhaps.

I hope.

Another night like the last, I shall go mad.

Enter!

Good news, your majesty.

Close the door, you idiot.

Well?

The prince is dead, sire. By my own hand.

Really? At last.

At last!

Excellent!

When was this?

Early last night, before the rising of the moon.

Liar! I didn't sleep a wink last night.

Alderaan's curse.

That die -hard fiend.

I beat him in a fair fight, and still he puts this curse on me.

Well, it was you who gave him the idea, sire.

You see, that he plunged the sword into King Alderaan and gave it a twist.

Drake said, I shall not rest until the last of your line is knocked out.

And the king of this dying world said, so be it. Let that be my curse, hell

hound. That was three moons ago, and our lord and master has not slept

since.

And I won't while that little brat's still dead.

My liege, I struck him down with my battle axe.

He is dead, I swear.

Is he?

Tyrethius. Find him.

Show him to me.

Please, please, your majesty.

You know it gives me headaches.

It's time you earned your keep around here, wizard.

Smart treat.

Smart tree.

Let us see what needs to be seen.

God.

Oh, God.

Not only is he alive and well, but he's made some friends.

And he's coming this way.

Impossible. I saw him fall. I have heard it before.

Three moons ago, on the battlefield which Alderaan fell, an archer came to

Sire, I killed the prince.

Buried my arrow deep into his back, up to the feathers.

So the man said.

As you can see, I think both of you were a little optimistic.

Must have a guardian angel protecting him for the devil himself the only

protection he has is your incompetence now You know where he is

hmm?

Take as many warriors as you need I want him dead before the Sun set and this

time bring me back his head Or by God I shall have

Where's the prince?

Have you seen him?

Not again, cheater.

How do you do that?

Can I try that game?

I warn you, I'm pretty hard to fool.

Not as hard as Dermot, but he does with the eyes of a hawk, of course.

You're lucky to have Dermot. He's more than just a pet, isn't he?

Oh, yeah. He's a friend.

It's more than that even, isn't it?

This one.

You're pretty good at this.

I bet you used to beat all of your friends.

Yeah, brothers, sisters.

Nothing that I'll ever know.

What do you mean?

Well, you know, I've had more than a passing acquaintance with loneliness

myself. You think you know what loneliness is?

You don't.

I never had a friend in my whole life.

Now it's too late.

It's never too late to open the door and let someone in.

You don't have to rush things.

One step at a time.

They're much luckier than you two, Maeve.

For one so young.

And now, little prince, you die.

Please forgive me, Father.

Lucky for us, my experiment was so effective. Yes,

good work, Farouk.

I thought it was my father's ghost come to punish me.

Punish you for what, Prince Xander?

Why would you be afraid of your father?

There was so much blood.

And the noise.

I could hear the bones breaking.

The horses screaming.

I couldn't breathe.

I ran away.

I fled from the field the day my father died.

With a coward.

You should have seen me at my first battle.

Scythian horsemen to the left of us.

Banshees to the right.

Sabretooth tigers flying overhead, all attacking at once.

And me?

My little drum.

I tell you, I dove for cover quicker than you can say Alibaba and the Forty

Thieves.

You hid.

You bet.

I didn't come out until I was sure the coast was clear.

About a week later.

Look, sometimes your instincts are right.

You're still here, aren't you?

Yes. And that's why Drax is quaking in his boots right now.

What did you call yourself, coward?

Dubar! Rangar!

You see how he faced down that goon with the battle axe?

I didn't even blink. I was amazed.

As was I.

My friend, I've known Coward.

Believe me,

you're no Calvary.

Ah,

there.

Now, all is in readiness for the prince's homecoming.

Oh, look.

I even bought decorations.

See?

Now.

I shall await him in the throne room with the other end of that rope in my

Oh, and one tug, my dear.

Poor boy's an orphan.

Nothing like a visit from her little boy to touch a mother's heart.

Didn't have to be this way, my lovely.

Still doesn't.

The offer still stands.

Marry me?

Become my queen.

Prince Xander shall still be heir to the throne.

Oh, and if, I haven't forbid, something unfortunate should happen to him, well,

well, you and I, we will have

other sons to take his place.

What's this?

Oh, your little heart's beating like a frightened sparrow.

I don't think I ever heard a heart beat so fast.

of becoming positively fat in all this captivity?

The slim little nymph you once were, my dear.

Well, we should take care of that.

Tiresias, cut the queen's rations of moldy bread and ditch water in half.

Your Majesty, hasn't she suffered enough?

She needn't suffer at all.

If she would only say two little words.

I do.

So be it.

Married to a corpse.

And soon to be mother of another.

Help me to read it again.

Come, old man.

I've seen the dead walk.

The dead bleed.

The ghost.

You?

If Drax finds out, my mother is doomed.

The whole kingdom is doomed.

I can tell you, not anyone.

What would your friends have done if they'd have known? Would they have

me?

I've become an evil thing. An unholy thing.

Trusted by no one.

Spies by everyone.

Now you know what I meant about loneliness.

But why hide it?

You saw how those soldiers panicked, and that was just a ruse and a stupid get

-up.

Why not let your enemies know what you've become?

Use their fear against you.

No, nobody can know. If Drax were to find out, that would be the end of

everything.

What is that god -awful noise, anyway?

No, it's her room. She's not safe yet.

Oh, your highness.

Thank goodness.

Who is there?

Tiresias, my father's court wizard.

And Drax is too, to my eternal shame.

So either serve him or be killed.

The Queen Tiresias, where is she?

That's why I came to warn you. She's imprisoned in the north tower above the

throne room. And there's a crossbow pointing at her heart. If you go barging

there, he'll kill her.

No harm has come to her. She's not well. Her condition is delicate.

We'll use the secret tunnel into the courtyard.

There must be some guards

here.

You had to ask.

Tell the prince!

Tell the prince!

Yeah.

Come on, quick.

We'll use the turret entrance into the castle.

Upstairs, quickly.

That's too northern.

Look out!

Don't tell me you've come alone.

What, brought a witch with you? A friend.

Weren't there others?

You don't see them now, do you?

What made you come here, wretched little puppy?

I came to offer you one final chance to save yourself, Drax.

Surrender the throne.

Well,

that would make Papa proud.

Spare the boy, Drax.

I'm going to make it worth your while.

And why would I do that?

You would do that.

I must take you to the queen.

You go on ahead. We'll watch your back.

You'd sacrifice yourself for the boy?

You make it sound such a chore.

You're a good -looking man.

There are others, aren't there?

Yes.

Jonas, get him!

commendable effort, my dear.

But too little, too late.

The only question now is which of you shall go first?

They're here!

Mother!

Xander, I'm fine.

No!

You've been dead all this time?

But the curse... Why have I not been able to sleep?

Because King Alderaan's rightful heir still lived in here.

My brother -to -be.

He conceived three moons ago, on the night before my father died.

That's why we had to hurry.

Mother couldn't hide him much longer.

See now why I couldn't tell anyone?

As long as he thought I still lived, he wouldn't suspect there was another.

No, Sinbad.

Leave him to me.

What are all these?

These are just a few of the people you and your men have killed.

The others are waiting on the other side.

Yes.

It is time.

No.

Now.

Don't blame Maeve.

She wanted to tell you, but I threatened her with terrible things.

I vowed to haunt her forever.

It's all right, little man.

After some of the things that we've said about, well, your kind, I wouldn't have

told us either.

I guess ghosts are only as good or evil as the people they were before they

became ghosts.

Thank you for everything.

Goodbye.

Now do you believe?

It doesn't really matter if you do or not.

Thank you all the same.

Goodbye, Maeve.

Dermot.

Pity I had to die to make my first real friends.

The real pity is that you had to die at all, Xander.

I think you would have made a fine king.

You do?

Thank you.

I'll see you on the other side.

Not too soon, I hope.

You've got to govern wisely, Mother.

Until he's old enough to be king.

You help her, Tiresias.

I'm sorry I'll never know him.

Will you tell him, when he's older, about me?

Will you tell him that his older brother loved him very much?

He will know, my son.

Don't worry.

Can I go to father now, Mother?

Do you think he's forgiven me?

Goodbye, my son.

Bye, Mother.

Bye.

It's good to be at sea again.

Still, it's a fascinating place, you must admit.

You never answered me or the boy, Feroze.

Do you believe now?

No.

No? After everything you saw.

Feroze, how do you explain it?

Food poisoning.

Those mushrooms we ate in the forest.

Well, it's a well -documented fact that some varieties of mushroom induce

hallucinations. Often very vivid ones.

With all the talk of ghosts and such, it was only natural that our

hallucinations... It would be of a spectral or ghostly nature.

That's it!

That's it!

What is possible?