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The world we knew is gone.

Three hundred years ago,

the great flood swallowed
the land,

leaving nothing
but scattered islands

and an ocean without end.

Above us the sky churns
with a storm that never fades.

Below, the Old World,
its cities,

its knowledge, lost to time.

But not all was lost.

From the ruins,
Argos was built,

a city of towering walls,

shimmering lights
and secrets buried deeper

than the sea itself.

Argos is ruled
by the Founders, Titans,

believed to be as old
as the world they built.

They rule from their citadel,
preaching safety,

but their safety
comes with a price.

To live in Argos,
you must earn it.

Storm riding, a death race
of speed and survival,

where only the most relentless
can claim victory.

You win and your people
are granted entry.

You lose and your island
is stripped bare,

its people cast
into the open sea.

That is the law of the Founders.

That is the price of survival.

For generations,
the Islanders were told

that racing for Argos
is the only way.

But some of them believe
in more,

a legend that speaks of the one
who will set them free,

the promised one.

But this isn't the story
of the promised one.

This is a story of a promise,
a promise of love.

A promise to fight.
A promise to rise.

Three, two, one.

Hammerhead.

The Founders
declared him a criminal,

a wanted outlaw,

but to some of us,
he was a path to follow.

Where will
you be when the storm hits?

Are you afraid
it will destroy your island?

Do not despair, Islanders.

You can secure
your island's safety

behind the walls of Argos.

Simply put up your island
as collateral,

and one
of our generous Founders

may sponsor your selected riders
to join the league,

to win a race and win a place

for those living on your island
behind the walls of Argos.

Your safety is one race away.

-Neb.
Give me a nine.

-Neb, you gotta see this.

Torpedo's on.

Come on, come on.

-Wicked, right?

All systems are go.

-They call him Hammerhead.

Legend has it
he was struck by lightning

and sacrificed himself
to the storm.

They say
he saved his whole island

and never lost a single ride.

Some believe he actually broke
through the storm

and came out the other side.

Others believed
that he still crashes the race

from time to time

so he can win a place
for all Islanders.

That could be us one day.

-Who needs legends?

You don't have Hammerhead.
You have me.

You kids watch.

If anyone's gonna
catch lightning,

it's gonna be me.

Let's go, kids!

-Come on, kids.
Gotta go.

-Come on.

-Once you get to Neptune's Rock,

you'll have 10 seconds
to break away.

-Okay.

I will go through it.

The Storm Horizon will fall.

-Just be aware
of the bombheads, all right?

-Okay.
Let's go.

The Legend Of Hammerhead
was more than just a story.

It meant hope.

A reason to believe there was
something beyond the storm.

-Stay with the truth, kids.

Among those who believed
was Lazar, Ana's father.

While others
raced for victory,

he didn't care about winning.

His mission
was to breach the storm

and see what lies beyond.

Broadcasting live

from the walls of Argos,

this is the final race
of the season

as our contesting Storm Riders
eagerly await the countdown.

This is a drag race
from starting point

to Neptune's Rock
and back again.

Winners win a place on Argos.

Losers are cast out
to the open sea.

Here are the islands competing:

Avalon, Cios, Malia
and this year's clear underdog,

Fig Island has come forth
with their selected champion.

Who would have thought?

As always,
the race will be policed

by the Argos riders,

or as some, including myself,
like to call them,

the bombheads.

And they're off to the races.

A great start for Avalon riders,

who jump out in front
with Argos riders

right behind them,

and Fig Island, Cios and Malia
fighting for position.

-They should be coming
around here soon.

Wicked, right?

Fig island's rider gets closer

and closer to Avalon riders,

who slows down,
bumps into him and cuts him off.

And the rider
from Cios catches lightning,

giving him a boost.

He takes over first position.

Another race full
of mayhem and destruction.

-Steer back.

We gotta get back
to the tunnel.

Oh, and the second Cios rider

crashes on the rocks.

The island of Cios
is now officially declared lost.

But the race
for the winner continues.

Malia, Avalon, Argos riders
circling Neptune's Rock.

The front runner from Avalon
comes way out ahead.

If he crosses the finish line,

the island of Avalon
will be heading to Argos.

I can't believe
what I'm seeing right now.

The Fig Island rider
is breaking off.

It seems we have a rebel rider
in our midst.

This is the fifth incident

this season
of such suicidal behavior.

What are these people thinking?

Lazar from Fig Island

seems to be heading
for the storm.

When will these pagans learn,
no one survives the storm.

Four riders dead
on the water today.

The island of Cios
has come in last place.

Their people will be evacuated
and the stones from their island

will become forever part
of our wall.

May the mercy of the deep
be upon them.

As far as Fig Island,

they will be banned from racing
for the next ten years

because of their treachery.

After her father died,
Ana locked her pain inside.

But she swore that one day,
she would avenge him.

-Here.
An island with Titans.

-There are no islands
past the Storm Horizon, Neb.

-Blastheads.

-Shut up, you little punk!

-Ana! please.

Class, what do we know
about the Storm Horizon?

-We're lucky to be protected
by the Storm Horizon.

-Very good, Tom.

-The storm is a lie
created by the Founders.

-Quiet!

-He has quite
the imagination.

But we simply cannot accept him
disrespecting our Founders,

our benefactors.

He's talking
about mythical islands,

rebel riders...

Legend has it
he was struck by lightning

and sacrificed himself
to the storm.

-Neb, you have to get down!

Come down!

Neb, come on!

Neb, you have to get down!

Neb!

Argh!

Legend says
that the Hammerhead

was struck by lightning.

So I figured it was my turn
to stand for Ana,

to face the storm,
to be tested.

Because only those
who survived the storm

gained the power
to break through it.

The rider
from Fig Island was killed

while attempting
to breach the storm.

As a consequence of this
criminal behavior,

Fig Island will face
a ten year suspension

from any future racing.

But the real tragedy befalls
the people of Cios,

whose two selected riders
crashed mid-race,

never making it
to the finish line,

resulting in their island
facing eviction.

May the mercy of the deep
be upon them.

-Pagans of Cios,

your attempt
to join Argos has failed.

The rider you chose
has failed you.

Your worship
of Gaya has failed you.

Cios is now property
of Lord Tarus.

Open sea is your new home.

May the mercy of the traitor--

-That's enough.

Stop resisting!

The Founders
aren't just taking islands,

they're tearing them apart

while searching
for something ancient.

The nucleus of life itself,

nature's final bid for rebirth.

A substance very few know about,

the element.

I felt death crawling
through my veins,

my eyes ablaze with fire.

But then my grandfather
did something

he swore
he would never do again.

Then the visions came.

A flash of lightning,
a tear in time.

And there he was,
the Hammerhead.

-Our excavations
revealed no new source.

Nothing.

-How many islands remain?

-For plundering?

-How many?

-Just over 2,000.

-How much element
do we have left, Tarus?

-A decade in reserve,
maybe less.

-Then we take the islands
by force.

-You cross that line
and you remind the islanders

that even
with our combined forces,

they outnumber us,
a thousand to one.

You'll die
before that well runs dry.

It's time for us
to accept our fate.

-I make my fate, Baroness.

-Amor fati.

-I've heard those words before.

-It's just a saying
from the old world, Tarus.

No, that was his
saying.

The traitor, the thief,
Sykeus.

We cannot take the islands
by force.

So instead, the heathens
will give them to us.

We'll increase the races.

The more pagans
bleed out in the water,

the closer we'll be to finding
a new source of the element.

Besides, those suicidal riders

are getting too frequent
to ignore.

Oh, and Baroness...

Do not say his words
to me again.

The island of Cios

has been evacuated
by decree of Argos,

its inhabitants...

-Maybe one day,
you'll be able to make fig jam

as good as your old grandfather.

Just maybe.

As far as the recent conduct

by the Fig Island's rider,

our lord Founders
have shown leniency.

No, it's.

a temporary ban for a chance

of winning
a place on Argos.

Look at this, huh?

...that any future attempts

to breach the storm will result
in permanent disqualification,

as such actions pose
a great risk to our...

Visions come suddenly.

Unexpectedly.

Like the flash of lightning
that made me see.

There he was again,
haunting me,

staring back at me.

By decree
of Argos, its inhabitants

now join the growing number
of displaced people

taking refuge at deep sea.

Islanders are urged to halt
this reckless behavior

for the safety of all.

-Is this the one
the legends speak of?

-Thought he was still seeing
storm riding.

-Still no sign of Sykeus,
my lord.

But we have found
his wreckage.

-Where?

-The Bay of Gaya, my lord.

As the Islanders call it.

-So Sykeus is near.

Send every spy
to each and every island

around the wreckage.

-That's hundreds of islands.

-So take the Baroness
and her troops and find him!

-I have seen her flag
on the coast.

She is coming for him.

Argos wants
Hammerhead found,

so word of his hideout
spread fast.

Ana was taking me to see

where his legendary boat
sank long ago,

but I had a feeling
we were rowing into a trap.

-Grandfather said never go
past the shoulder of Gaya.

-I wonder why.

-Whoa.

-What is this place?

-Hey, you gotta see this.

You saw it, right?

-Yeah.

-What do you think
they were doing?

-I don't know.
You think that was his boat?

-Someone's here.

Quick, grab the paddles.

-What are you doing in my bay?

-Our boat ran dry.

-We'll leave.
Come on.

-Is this torpedo yours?

It's a hydrocat.

-What do you know
about hydrocats?

-My dad was in the league.

-Mm.

Who's his sponsor?

-Can you help us get home?

-Where's home?

-We shouldn't take
a ride from her.

-Why not?
What's wrong with me?

-I know who you are.

My grandfather
warned me about you.

Fig.

-Fig Island.

The island of rebel riders

who tried to break through
the storm.

-What are you doing out here?

-I'm looking for a boy
who's been touched by the storm.

-What's it like
inside the walls?

-I wish I could say life
on the islands was no different,

but I wouldn't lie to you.

There's a reason why Argos
is under population control,

a reason
why every place must be won.

Storm Horizon will not hold back
the wave forever.

-Well, the storm isn't real,
ma'am.

-Is that what your grandfather
told you?

-They say those touched
by the storm

can see
through the cracks of time

and the destinies
are revealed to them.

-He's just scared of the storm.

-Yes, well, his fear...

...is too beautiful
for you to understand,

too powerful to tame.

But if he confronts it,
it will make all the difference.

-Still nothing.

In the Bay of Gaya,

all the Baroness found there
was a couple of kids.

-Do you trust her?

-From now on,
my spies follow her too.

-She said,
when the day comes

and we need a sponsor,
she can help.

-He's a Storm Rider,
not a farm boy.

-Is it true?

That the Founders
came from beyond the storm?

-Is that what she told you?

-That's what Neb said.

-I wonder
where he got that from.

-So you don't believe
that Hammerhead will save us?

-Um-hmm.
Well, I choose my myths wisely.

-Then what is beyond
the Storm Horizon?

-The truth.

The Founders' greatest trick
was to convince the Islanders,

their land was worthless.

-What good is your land
if its days are numbered?

Well, it's like saying,

"What good is your life
if your days are numbered?"

-Neb keeps saying
there's a Titan

living in this tree.

-Yes.
The last Titan, Sykeus.

I planted this tree
the day Neb was born.

So they have a special bond.

-Its soul healed my eyes.

-You mean
it made you see things.

-Have you finished
replicating the key?

-Yes, Lord Tarus.

-They want the storm?

I will bring the storm to them.

Remote connection activated.

Remote connection lost.

-I'm sorry, my lord.

Please.

-You said it would work,
but it didn't.

So you lied to me.

-Throw yourself from the wall.

I have seen
a rider enter the storm.

-Is it true?

-Is what true?

-That you can see
into the future?

-I don't really
know what I see.

Sometimes I wake up
in a different place.

Over the years, I watched
the girl from my island

break and rise again.

My pain for her
became something else.

Love,

the kind worth fighting for,
the kind worth dying for.

-Did you see that coming?

-No.

-What can you really see?

-Images.

Fragments, really.

Like pieces in a puzzle.

-Am I one of those pieces?

-Yeah.
You are.

I saw you standing

on the shoulder of Gaya wearing
this beautiful red dress.

-Now I know you're crazy.

Like I'd ever wear a dress.

Look.

When we're out there,

you have to ride the storm
not for me.

For you.

-I know.

I just want us to be together.

Here, there.

I don't care.

-I have to tell you something.

-You promise?

-I promise.

[wind blowing

-She's gonna do it.

-Do what?

-Win a place.

-So?

-I'm afraid to lose her.

What did you see?

Go on.

Neb.

Neb, what else did you see?

What did you see?

I saw Ana in the race,
chasing the storm,

trying to fulfill her pledge
and avenge her father.

-Neb!

Neb!
What are you doing?

Come on, boy!

But in the end, she fell.

-Get inside.
Come on!

The Baroness came back
like she said she would,

trying to settle
their old score.

She hides a dark secret
behind those glasses.

Grandfather doesn't trust her.

-A quiet life
on a quiet little island.

-And you still have
an attitude problem.

-People have a problem
with my attitude.

-The Founders are searching
for what you have.

But I can see
you're not using it.

-The boy doesn't want to ride.

-But his friend does.

And she took me up on it.

-The wolf has a right
to the sheep.

-I can't change the past.

-And neither can he.

Because what you ask
cannot be done, Baroness.

-Then let's give a chance
for fate to intervene.

-Is this what you want?

To ride for the Founders?
They are not who they seem.

They have been picking off
island after island,

devouring the land,

because they are getting older
faster than they wish.

-My dear old man,
you're missing the point.

It's about the boy
who wants to follow the girl.

I'm just here to help.

Besides, you had your chance
ages ago, old friend.

My sponsorship
is good for a year.

The good people
of Fig Island need a champion.

But I expect much more from you.

The Landless Sea,

the Founders' death race

has left countless Islanders
without homes.

Condemned to the mercy
of the deep sea,

no land, no shelter.

Generations born on boats,
raised by the waves.

Never knowing the feel
of solid ground.

Their only hope, Hammerhead.

-What are those green
on those rocks?

-Islanders call them trees.

-Why are they doing this?

-Only the Founders know why.

-Lady.

They ask tough questions.

My son is waterborne too.

Let's also note

that the island of
had a close encounter

with a storm earlier this month,

and that their residents
put all faith

in their selected champions

to represent their hope
for their safety

in the upcoming cycle.

In racing news, we are excited
to announce that three islands

have been selected
for the next cycle.

Congratulations to the island
of Crater, Rose

and making a comeback...

-Give me a 10.

...after a ten-year ban,

the tiny Fig Island.

From weather-related news...

-You'll have to watch
for this right flank.

It's not as straight
as it should be,

but don't compromise
your back too much.

Use your knees.

It's been
ten years since Fig Island

last had competitors
in the race.

One must hope
they've learned their lesson

and that no treachery

will be displayed
this time around.

-The storm took your mother.

It took my father.

How many Islanders
does it take?

I have to find out
the truth, Neb.

I have to.

I know Ana wants
to break through the storm,

but I also know
it's a suicidal mission.

I'll stay by her side,
protect her,

and take her place in death.

-You all know the rules.

Two riders per island,
two legs in the cycle.

The team with the most points
wins the place inside the walls

for their home island.

You finish last,
and the people from your island

will be cast out to open sea.

The start and finish line
are between the ancient statues

just outside the city gates.

The course runs through
the natural canal

all the way out to the edge
of the Storm Horizon

by Neptune's Rock.

That is your midpoint.

Beyond this point,
your compass will be useless

and you'll be fighting inertia
unlike any you ever felt.

So the last thing you want
is to be dragged into the storm

because no one,
listen carefully,

no one survives the storm.

-You saw that, right?

-It's not about winning,

it's about surviving.

-Kneel.

-What human do you bring?

-He is the most ruthless rider
I ever trained.

-Where are you from, servant?

-Speak.

-The island of Bacchus, my lord.

-The pagans there still hold
faith in Gaya, do they not?

-The pagan chief promised
she would save us.

But still, the storm came and--

-Tell me.

-The storm, the wrath of Gaya,

dragged their souls
to the bottom of the sea.

-Now you know Gaya never saves.

She only punishes.

-I shall drown
the pagan believers

like that storm did
to my family.

Bombheads,
Tarus's watchdogs and assassins.

-Rise.

You will start
with Baroness's riders

on Fig Island.

And everyone who serves me
above all must always...

-Always protect the storm.

-No, I'm not listening, Ana.

-Look, we do this now.

We--we break through the storm

and no Islander
will ever have to race again.

-You...

I can't protect you out there.

-I don't need your protection.

The visions that plague you...

do not guarantee an outcome.

-That's what I hope.

-So, will you come with me
or are you gonna be no fun?

Like I'd have a chance.

-Promise?

-I promise.

-There are no guarantees.

Not in life, not in love.

And I wouldn't want it
any other way.

Promises were made.
Promises must be kept.

Five,
four, three, two, one.

And they're off.

It is an aggressive start
for Fig Island riders

as they immediately
take the lead.

They seem quite aware
that this is their last chance

to control their future
and make amends

for their island's
controversial past.

From the outside,
Viking riders

picks up speed
to overtake the position.

The rider from Crater cuts
in from the outside,

fighting inertia as they
approach the Neptune's Rock

and prepare to the final stretch

with Fig Island
still in the lead.

She's on tail!

The power of lightning
slashes Crater rider in half,

blowing pieces
of the shot

barely missed
the riders from Fig.

Oh, no, the front runner
from Fig Island breaks off.

She is on the loose.

As we witness history repeating,

the Fig Island rider is heading
towards certain death.

Argos rider is hot on her tail.

This behavior
will not be tolerated.

All rebel riders
must be stopped.

These insolent provocations
must be punished!

Swift punishment
for the rebel rider of Fig,

by the protectors of the storm.

Per decree of Argos,
no one survives the storm.

The second Storm Rider
from Crater wins this one

for his home island,

raising hopes
for their Argos residents

in the second leg of the cycle.

But the real story
of the day is Fig Island,

who will most likely
in a week's time,

be heading for the open sea.

Guilt.

An internal prison cell.

Visions blur with memories.

Nothing feels real anymore.

Per decree of Argos,

no one survives the storm.

-I knew a boy like you once.

An islander who'd do anything
to save his land.

Push himself to win,
no matter what the cost,

even if that meant
that no one else would ever win.

I wore that helmet, kid.

I rode for Tarus once.

-What about all the people
from the island?

The people you saved.

-They never needed saving.

The Baroness wants to see you.

-How is your back?

-It'll get better.

-Yes, it will.

-I won't let you
take our island.

You still think this
is about your island?

Well, let me save you
the suspense;

it's not.

You see, Neb,
many years ago,

after our world was drowned,

the members of Operation Titan

voyaged to this anomaly
that we call our world.

Our mission
was to explore the oceans

and find hope for life.

We discovered an archipelago
with hundreds of islands

that had somehow escaped
that global destruction.

The Islanders we found there
believed they were protected

by the goddess they called Gaya.

And the Islanders had protected

what they believed
to be Gaya's own blood.

We called it the element.

None of us could resist
the call of eternal life.

And so we founded Argos.

Tarus took the technology

designed to protect
an endangered environment,

but instead turned it
to entrap one so pure.

As our campaign
of terror raged on,

the islands were getting crushed
and drained of their element

until one of us
finally had the strength

to walk away.

We knew him as Sykeus.

He tried to put an end to it.

But alas, he failed.

Exiled himself
where no one could find him

and began to age again.

Now, your grandfather,
he knew all that.

His impulse
to protect you was correct.

Go home,
put the past behind you,

and accept your destiny.

You have a promise to fulfill.

Bolts of lightning

have demolished
the hilltop households

of the island of Kazan

with the exact number
of casualties still unknown.

In racing news,
we've received confirmation

that the surviving rider
from Fig Island

is on the path
to a complete recovery,

and is expected to return

for the upcoming second
and final race of the cycle

with the destiny of his island

now resting squarely
on his shoulders.

-It was just a story,
wasn't it?

The Baroness told me
who you are, Sykeus.

You taught me everything
about this world.

And you lied.

-For protection.

-Protect me from what?

-The Founders.

-Why didn't you just tell me
the truth instead?

-It doesn't matter
where we come from.

In the end,
we are Islanders,

forged by the sea.

That is all
we ever need to know.

Till the end
of the world and back.

Dida tried
to stand in my way,

but his eyes weren't stern.

They were afraid.

But it wasn't just fear,
it was something more.

Something he wouldn't say,
something he knew.

Yet I couldn't turn back.

Not now.

Not when the storm
was calling my name.

-Neb keeps saying
there's a Titan

living in this tree.

-Yes, the last Titan.

Sykeus.

I planted this tree
the day Neb was born.

So they have a special bond.

-I'm sorry, son.
I know how much you loved her.

The day your mother died,
part of me died.

-Did you know about
Dida's stories?

-Which one?

Your grandfather
has many stories,

and it's all about the man

who's unable
to let go of his past.

-So you don't believe him?

-I never wanted
to be part of his war.

When I was young,
when storms came,

he used to disappear
into the night.

I never knew why.

When I got older,

he taught me
how to embrace lightning,

how to become part of the storm.

-Part of the storm?

-Yes.

Dida used to say
that the storm itself

could transport you
to the other side.

In the center of the storm

is what you kids call
the dancing bolt.

He trained me to catch it,
but I could never do it.

Hammerhead did.

And it dragged him
through the storm.

I saw him, Dad.

-Radio never mentioned
he was in the race.

-There's a lot of things
about the race

that the radio doesn't mention.

That war Dida talked about,
it was never his war.

This is our war.

-It's time.

He's ready.

-We have to let go
of the life you planned

in order to accept
the life that awaits.

In the old world,
they had a saying,

"Amor fati."

If your destiny
lays beyond the storm,

you will need
a certain equipment

to help you break through.

It is kept hidden
in the Temple of Founders,

and so is the truth
of who you are.

For years,
Dida carried the key,

hid it, feared it.

Now, he passed it on to me.

Not as a burden, not as a curse.
As a choice.

He's done hiding,
and so am I.

-What were you doing
on the island of Rosehips?

-Congratulations, Lord Tarus.

I had no idea your spies
reached that far.

Crop production
on the Red Island

has been declining
three years in a row.

Your spies
didn't tell you that?

It's my duty to ensure
our subjects are well fed.

Hunger incites revolution.

-We wouldn't want that.

What actions were taken?

-I told them
either they increase production

or they become part of our wall.

-Do not take me for a fool.

Every whispered word
always finds its way back to me.

This isn't just a key,
it's a compass.

A relic from the Old world
guiding me to the one place

the Founders never wanted
anyone to find.

The answer is hidden
in their temple.

Heavily guarded, sealed away.

But now the path is clear,
and I'm going in.

-He hath made everything
beautiful in this world.

He hath set eternity
in the hearts of men,

yet they cannot fathom

what God has done
from beginning to end.

Are you afraid of me?

-I...

I... I do not fear you, lord.

-Good.

You have nothing to fear here.

I knew your father well.

He served me loyally
for decades,

hunting down my greatest enemy.

-So it was out there
that my father died for you.

-Oh, no, no, no.

He sacrificed himself for you...

to bring you to Argos,
to a better life.

To me.

Are you ready
to prove your loyalty?

Keep a close eye
on that Fig rider.

-I need to go through
the Storm Horizon.

-You should be resting, kid.

-Hammerhead did it,
I can too.

-He's not who you think he is.

-I saw him, Larry.

I saw the Hammerhead go
through the storm.

-Nobody goes through the storm.

-He did.

Who is he, huh?

-He's a ghost
from a time long past.

A seed planted
in people's minds.

Now, I don't know
who you think you saw.

What I do know is you need
to learn to catch lightning.

Come on.

-You're holding back too much.

More speed!

-You're circling too wide!

Speed!

More speed!

Speed!

Speed!

More speed!

-Your mind races too much.

That's just fear
playing tricks on you.

You have to tame your fear.

You have to trust it,
to let it take you.

And the only brake
you have to pull

is the one
in your imagination.

We're done for the day.
Now, get your back fixed.

You look rough, kid.

Is it true that
you can see destinies?

Relax.

You can express
your pain honestly.

So you ride
for the Founders?

-I ride for my island,
and to find out the truth.

-What truth?

-The truth
that I promised someone.

A woman?

-Um-hmm.

-You want to win her place
and bring her here?

-Well, she's already here.

She's in a fake tree
in my room.

-Excuse me.

I'll take you to a specialist
who might be able to help.

-What brings you
to the sanctum of Tarus?

-Neb's a Storm Rider.

He's badly injured
and needs your help.

-He doesn't need our help.

He is the one
I warned Lord Tarus about.

He is the one
that will breach the storm.

-Who do you ride for, boy?

-Baroness.

-Does she know
that you are here?

-This was a mistake.
Come on, let's go.

-Let them go.

Bombheads never roam.

Hey.

They stay in the temple.
Someone sent him.

It was you.

-Could have just as easily
been you in her place.

-Why?!

-Do you want vengeance?

Do it out there on the water.

Not here.
Not like this.

She brought her death
upon herself.

-Hey!

What did you tell her?!

-Lord Tarus.
I made a vow to Lord Tarus

to always protect the storm.

Always protect the storm.

-I'll see you out on the water.

-What did you find out?

Tell me about him.

-He's just...

...a Gaya-worshiping heathen.

-Insolent girl.

You know that word
is forbidden here.

-She speaks the truth

even if we don't want
to hear it.

Tell me what the Storm Rider
said about Gaya.

-He spoke of an ancient ritual.

He's badly injured.

-Ancient ritual.

What sort of ancient ritual?

-Well, these pagans plant trees
when someone is born

or when someone dies.

He's no threat
to you, Lord Tarus.

He believes his lost love
lives in a tree,

and that a Titan hides
on the island.

-A Titan?

-He makes no sense
when he speaks.

-What Titan?

Tell me.

-Sykeus.

Your father would be so,
so proud.

Is it true?

That you can see destinies?

If what the Baroness
told me is true,

then I must make good
on my promise.

Amor fati.

-Larry.

I've got a plan,
and I need your help.

Broadcasting live

from the walls of Argos,

this is the second
and final race of the cycle.

The first one
went tragically bad

for one of the Baroness' riders,

making Fig Island
last hope for Argos residents

on their remaining Storm Rider.

Choppy seas
as the surface wind blows

around Neptune's Rock
currently at 15 miles per hour

as the Storm Riders align
in close proximity,

awaiting for the countdown.

This is a drag race
from starting point

to Neptune's Rock
and back again.

Winners win a place on Argos.

Losers are cast out
to the open sea.

Five, four, three, two, one.

And they're off.

Bombhead bumps
into Fig Island's rider

almost taunting him,
sending a clear message

and one
that seems to be personal.

The Storm Riders
are approaching Neptune's Rock.

Fig Island rider,
in second place,

cuts in on the inside,

hugging the rail
right behind him

as the rider from
Rose fighting for position

while Argos' rider
remains in the lead

as he powers through
toward the finish line.

We all know the rules, folks.

If Argos' rider wins,
then all other islands lose.

And the Fig Island's rider
catches the lightning bolt,

giving him the boost.

He passes the Argos rider
and gets in the lead.

What a move!

The Fig Island's rider advances
toward the finish line.

He rides
with the power of thunder.

And he wins, the Fig win.

Oh my goodness.
Who would have thought?

Argos' rider comes in second.

What an amazing finish
for the rider of Fig

as his home island
rejoices in redemption.

But the Fig rider
doesn't seem to be stopping.

He appears to be turning around.

What is the Storm Rider up to?

He's getting
on the collision course

with the Argos rider.

Folks, I've never seen
anything like this.

This will not sit well
with our lord Founders.

This blood feud
is about to get settled.

An awful explosion signals
the end of Fig Island's rider

and his pagan island's hope
for Argos residence.

In all my years reporting
for the wall,

I've never seen
such reckless behavior

displayed by a Storm Rider.

The gates of Argos
will remain closed

to the Island of Fig,
as they should.

-Baroness, when were you last
on Fig Island?

-About six months ago.

-And who did you see?

-The Storm Riders
I selected for the last cycle.

-Who else?

To think I've been looking
for Sykeus this whole time,

when my general,
the face of Argos,

knew exactly
where he was all this time.

My searchers will arrive
on Fig Island,

and they will find the source
and see how deep it runs,

and then they will find Sykeus

and bring him back to the city
he helped build,

and hang him in the square.

-You'll have to kill me first.

-Do you remember
taking the element?

What it felt like
to taste immortality?

Because now, you will go back
to where it all began

and be faced with a choice.

Starve to death or once again,
take the element

and choke on your own hypocrisy!

Take her to the well!

After 50 years,

the wanted criminal Sykeus,

known by the pagans
as Hammerhead

has been located on Fig Island.

All Argos' forces
have been deployed.

At this
point in the race,

you'll be by the walls.

You'll have to swim
to the shore from there.

You can enter
the Temple of Founders

through the passage
under the water.

But once you reach this point,
the rest is up to you.

You will not be alone,
the sharks will swim with you.

-Neb.

I've waited a long time
for this moment.

The question you fear to ask
holds the answer that you seek.

So go ahead, ask.

-Who's the Hammerhead?

-In the past or the future?

Your grandfather
never told you?

I'm sure he did
in his own way.

Myths and legends.

He told you about Gaya, right?

And the last Titan?

I have seen a rider
enter the storm.

He was of your blood, Sykeus.

-Bring me the Baroness.

-You see, Neb, I too
was told stories growing up.

And I too have seen the truth.

And I have seen
a rider enter the storm.

But the thing with visions,

sometimes you see them
and sometimes you live them.

Was there a question?

Is it true?

Is what true?

That you
can see destinies.

What can you really see?

Images. Fragments.

Like pieces in a puzzle.

I saw the Hammerhead
go through the storm.

Nobody goes
through the storm.

Who is he, huh?

-What have you seen, Neb?

He's a ghost
with a long past.

Sometimes you see them

and sometimes
you live them.

What did you see?

Who is he?

Is it true?

That you can see destinies?

Who is the Hammerhead.

In the
past or the future?

-They call him Hammerhead.

Legend has it,
he self-sacrificed to the storm.

And ever since,
he became the Knight of Gaya,

the Son of Storm.

-Why do they call him
Hammerhead?

-Some believe
that hammerhead shark

can see things happen
before they actually do.

-He was named after a shark.

He has a thousand eyes
that can see everywhere--

from the side
and even in the back.

-It is believed that Hammerhead
hides in the storm

and ventures
where no others dare to go.

And one day,

he will lead all of us
to our new home.

-How far must you go, Tarus?

-To the end of the world
and back.

Just as we planned.

No.

No, the plan
was to save our world,

not to destroy another.

-I created this world
because Gaya destroyed ours.

-They were your friends.

-We had a history, yes.

But not a future.

The question is, do you?

When you die,
the past dies with you,

where it began.

The people we were,
all of it just ends.

Like the man I used to be

usurped by the god
that I am becoming.

-So what's stopping you?

Time is a
twisted illusion,

a force that dares us
to chase it, to outrun it.

The past may cast its shadow
reaching for the future,

but nothing can hold destiny
when its time has come.

-What is that?

What is that?!

You, you are behind this.

-I am where I am fated to be.

-Hammerhead, Hammerhead.
He's back! He's back!

-He'll never make it.
He'll never make it.

Hunt him down!

That war
Dida talked about,

was never his war.

This is our war.

-Amor fati.

Dida used to say
that the storm itself

could transport you
to the other side.

-He's gone.

Gone and forgotten by history.

And now, you shall follow.

-You're no god, Tarus.

-It wasn't Sykeus
you should have worried about.

It was his grandson.

-Amor fati.

When the storm is
down
and the seas calm,

maybe I will wear that dress.

-We brought her back, Neb.

She's recovering
on the island of Rosehips.

And she will be waiting
for you on the shoulder of Gaya.

This wasn't the
story
of the promised one,

this was the story
of a promise.

One promise kept in a destiny

till the end
of the world and back.