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Stop. Stop!

Stop!

Tell me...

the moment Jabroot returns.

Yes, my lord.

- How did you do that, Tiuri? - I don't know.

How can you not know?

When we lost the Red Riders outside Mistrinaut in that fog...

was that you too?

I don't know.

The monks in that cell, I know that was you.

Not just because I saw it, but I felt it. I felt the power of it.

But how?

Do you want me to keep saying that I don't know?

Because I can just keep saying that I don't know.

The Abbot said it came from inside.

Is it Eviellan? Is that what it is?

You really don't know anything, do you?

Is this it?

Is this where you head north?

You're determined to deliver that letter, aren't you?

I suppose King Favian will be pleased to get it.

So pleased he'd give you a reward?

Is that all you think about?

Answer the question.

You stole my horse, you gave me to your father,

all so you could find your road.

Now you're gonna forget it?

The road's not going anywhere, is it?

That is.

You and me, Tiuri. I can feel it already.

We're gonna be unstoppable.

Truly, you are just...

Convincing? Persuasive?

Incontrovertibly correct?

Shameless.

I'll take that as a yes.

I'm sorry. This just doesn't feel right.

Maybe these people don't deserve horses.

Maybe they're a gang of ruthless outlaws. Have you thought of that?

We can't just steal them.

We're supposed to be knights.

Not until we bring back Tiuri, we're not.

Ristridin told us to help him.

And my father told us he was a traitor.

Yeah, but you said your father was a liar.

I did not.

You did, actually. You said that he was a liar.

I said when he lies, he's very good at it.

That's completely different from saying he's a liar.

Actually...

- Yeah, to be honest. - It's not that...

- No, I said... - It doesn't matter.

Don't you get it?

Ristridin, Fantumar, all the others, they don't care about us.

If we've got Tiuri, then we've got something to bargain with.

We can't get Tiuri without horses.

Alianor?

Alianor, please wait.

Mount up! Mount up!

Follow the queen. She's unprotected.

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah. Hyah.

Alianor?

Careful, sire.

Your brother may be disappointed if the goods arrive shop-soiled.

Taking risks with your safety is no laughing matter, Your Highness.

Seems the only risk to my safety is you.

These woods have been known to harbor unsavory characters.

Well, I've hunted in these woods all my life...

and the most unsavory character I've ever come across is your father.

I do want you to know that I will be protesting to the king

in the strongest possible terms.

His manner was blunt and disrespectful, and his plan...

Please...

don't.

I'm not angry at your father's manner or your father's plan.

I'm angry that I didn't think of it first.

- Madam, what are you doing? - Don't be such a prude.

We are pawns, you and I,

to be sacrificed in some political chess game.

It's my turn now. It will be yours soon enough.

- Madam... - So my advice...

is that we make hay while the sun shines.

Madam, I cannot be a party to this.

Join me.

Swimming was never one of my strengths.

If you get in trouble...

I'll save you.

Besides, you're full of too much hot air to drown.

Did you get your hair wet?

I did.

So the Shaman's wife had a child...

and that child is now missing?

Yes, my lord.

You will find them, Jabroot.

And you will return them to their graves.

Are you sure, my lord?

The war is done.

Maybe now, the slaughter can be done too.

Every battle I've fought...

every life I've taken...

it's all been in the name of peace.

And yet, the world suffers still.

But when the blood moon rises...

all suffering will end...

for you, me, for everyone.

Send out hunting parties.

Scour the countryside and find me the Shaman's wife and son.

Nothing must be allowed to get in our way.

We're in luck. They said this boat is going all the way to Berlan.

From there, it's a two-day ride to Unauwen.

Tell me how much the passage is.

Forget the passage. You've done your part. Now let me do mine.

Come on.

Get your purses out where I can see 'em.

We take anything here: gold pieces, silver pieces. We even take copper pieces.

If you ain't got nothing, you're not getting on!

Greetings, Captain.

And may I say, what a bonny vessel you command.

Cut the blarney. Show me your money.

Or would you prefer the fine reward Prince Viridian will undoubtedly give you

when you help us deliver this splendid homecoming gift?

She's got no cash, chuck her out, and that one goes with her.

So I take it you're not interested in this?

How do I know he's not gonna murder us in our beds? Hmm?

Eviellan.

Pretty rich coming from a cutthroat swindler like you.

Lady goes in the passengers' quarters, horse goes in the scuppers,

and you, you go with it.

He's not sleeping with the animals.

Then he ain't coming, is he?

I don't care where I sleep. Come on.

Oh!

Watch your step, milady.

And you'd better watch yours.

- I'll take it back whenever you're ready. - What?

My ring.

I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about.

Well, what do you know?

Tiuri's growing up.

Livestock down below!

I'll come and find you.

I'll hide my purse.

If it's good enough for me, it's good enough for you.

I'm not scared.

Oh.

Well, good.

Because I can do magic.

There's a lot of that about.

Milou? Milou?

Oh, thank goodness.

There you are.

Sorry to disturb you, madam.

I can do magic, can't I?

I can make this whole boat disappear.

Of course you can, darling.

Can you do magic?

She can. She can do magic.

Are you headed to Unauwen?

Unfortunately, yes.

My husband wants to see Viridian's triumphant return.

He's an admirer.

Me? I just hope there isn't trouble.

You think there will be?

Who knows what Viridian really wants?

But if he really comes in peace...

why hasn't he disbanded his army?

Come on, you little magician. Let's go find your father.

How much longer until we can steal these horses?

When they put the lights out, go to bed.

I'm freezing my backside off here.

Give us a story, Fol.

How old do you think we are?

Oh, you'll love Foldo's stories. They're really, really scary.

- Aren't they, Foldo? - They're true.

That's what makes them scary.

And none of them are truer...

than the tale of Amaris...

and the magic that possessed her.

There's no such thing as magic.

What are we, Eviellan?

If you're one of the people who magic can flow though,

you won't even know it

until it's inside you.

That's what happened...

to Amaris.

She was scarcely eight years old

and lived in a cottage deep in the forest with her mother who loved her very much.

One day, she'd been out collecting firewood.

And when she finally got home, it was dark,

and the cottage was strangely silent.

No fire in the grate,

no stew in the pot.

Amaris called out, "Mother?"

And her mother's voice called back, "I'm in the cellar."

Now, that was strange.

Their cellar was dark and cold, and they all hated going down there.

And her mother called back, "I've found something! Quick...

come and see."

So, Amaris lit a tiny candle,

opened the door to the cellar...

and started to climb down,

her little candle barely piercing the terrible gloom.

"Don't be scared, my child,"

her mother's voice called out in the darkness.

And just as Amaris reached the bottom of the stairs...

felt the cold, wet earth beneath her feet...

her candle blew out.

And it was then...

then that she heard it.

Heard what?

The front door...

opening upstairs...

and the voice of her mother...

saying...

"Amaris, I'm home."

What did Amaris do?

She couldn't do anything.

Because whatever was down there had her now.

Finally, Amaris found her voice.

"Mother, I'm in the cellar! Hurry!"

And her mother hurried, rushing down with a candle.

But her little girl had gone.

Vanished forever.

Gone where?

Nobody knows.

But she's out there somewhere...

all alone.

So next time you're walking through the woods,

and you get that feeling...

like someone's watching you...

be very, very careful.

'Cause it just might be the magic...

waiting...

to take you!

Are you crying?

Shut up.

Tiuri? Tiuri.

People are talking...

about what Viridian wants to do when he gets home.

So whatever's in that letter could be even more important than I thought.

I know it's important. I've always known it was important.

Yeah, but the point is, our reward just got even bigger.

- There she goes again. - What's that supposed to mean?

It means not everything is about money.

Not everything has to be about what's in it for you.

And there he goes again.

If everyone just looks out for themselves, the world becomes a horrible place.

The world is a horrible place.

Then it's up to people like us to do something about it.

Or maybe it takes courage you just haven't got.

- I'm not scared of anything. - Yes, you are.

That's why you're here, thinking about that reward

instead of going down that road to find your mother.

You spent too long with those monks.

You're even more scared than me...

and that's saying something.

Scared that when you do actually find her...

she won't be the answer to all your prayers.

Or even worse...

you won't be the answer to hers.

Behold!

Slupor the Sorcerer!

Necromancer from the Netherworld!

Please give generously,

for I have studied the dark arts of that cursed land.

You know its name well,

but few dare to speak it.

Eviellan!

On my travels...

...I have seen the serpent of death!

I have drunk from the river of blood!

And I have spoken

to the vengeful, dead Shaman murdered by Prince Viridian,

and now their voices cry out for revenge!

Search every stinking inch!

Red Riders!

Search the ship!

Cheapskates!

Hide!

- Where's the Eviellan boy? - He'll be with the horse!

Where is he?

Get Ardanwen. We need to get off this boat.

You're not going anywhere.

I had you down as a simple nuisance.

You've grown...

to a full-blown irritation.

- Wait. What are you doing? - This way!

Ardanwen, wait!

Slow down!

May I ask...

where you got... that talisman?

It belonged to my father.

Shaman's blood.

My father was a Shaman?

You have questions. I have answers.

First...

we must get off this ship.

You never know when you're going to need to quick exit.

- You've been chased by Red Riders before? - Worse.

Audiences wanting their money back.

I know you're out there!

We have to go.

This isn't over, boy!

- Where's Lavinia and Ardanwen? - Get in!

What is it?

I'm...

bleeding.

I have you, my boy.

So long, Tiuri!

Thanks so much for your parting gift!

We have to stop.

Hush. Calm yourself.

We have to go back. We have to find Lavinia.

Can't swim!

What happened?

Your wretched horse all but killed me, that's what happened.

That's Ardanwen's specialty.

Are you hurt?

Ardanwen.

Yes.

There's no way you can ride. We have to stop the bleeding first.

There's a cave not far from here

with the herbs I need to make a poultice for that wound.

- But we must hurry before they come. - Wait.

What's in this for you?

Lavinia, please. He saved my life.

I know. But why?

You are pure Eviellan. I know you are.

And I am but a humble disciple of your rich culture.

Face paint and cheap tricks.

More con man than disciple.

A cynic. Good.

Every hero needs one. Keeps him grounded.

You think he's a hero?

Yeah. There's a darkness coming, a darkness that will take everything.

And when it comes, only one thing can stop it.

You're looking at me.

When the storm clouds gather, a hero will rise

with the power to face it down.

You were born of Shaman blood, Tiuri.

You are that hero.

Wait. We must go.

Just to be clear, this ham is a complete lunatic. You do know that?

I like you, young lady.

I like you a lot.

Come on now. There's no time to waste!

Who's a good girl then?

Come on. We have to hurry.

If I'm forced to steal this horse,

I at least want it to know my intentions are honorable.

You're riding it, Foldo, not marrying it.

Look, I don't want to do this either.

But Iona's right. We have to find Tiuri.

Why? So we can just hand him over to Fantumar?

Go! Go! Go!

Thieves!

- Grab a horse! Move! - Hyah!

Murderers!

Hyah!

Hey, that was my horse!

Steal from an old man, would ya?

Through rain and sleet, blood and snow

There rode the famous Jussipo

And beside him Rode his tiresome little bro

- Do you ever shut up? - You'll like this next bit.

Iona always ready to duel

Sweet Foldo, nobody's fool

And behind them rode an ass Upon a mule

Not funny.

And he's not a mule.

I'm taking your horse, Piak.

- No, you're not. - I am.

This thing's too small for me.

Well, you should have stolen something a little bit bigger then, shouldn't you?

I say we make camp.

I say we don't.

But we've been riding all night.

And we're still miles behind them, so we keep going.

Many years ago, I fought in the Eviellan wars.

It cost me my youth and my innocence.

But I gained something in return,

an understanding of the true power of Eviellan.

The power I feel in you, Tiuri.

What is this place?

A place where no one will find us. Quick.

If Tiuri is the hero this legend speaks of,

then his mother must've known it too.

Why didn't she say something?

To protect him, of course...

from his destiny.

But it has found him now,

and there is no escape.

Tiuri.

Quick, this way.

Lie him down here. Here.

There's water in the pail.

These caves are ancient...

from before there was a Dagonaut or an Unauwen...

before there were knights and kings...

when there was only one land...

one power.

- Eviellan. - Yes.

This has always been a place of healing.

He'll be safe here.

We need goldenrod flowers and yarrow.

You'll find them at the edge of the wood.

What are you waiting for?

It's fine.

Do what he says.

I won't be long.

Keep an eye on him.

Minerals help contain your power during the ceremony.

What ceremony?

I don't understand.

Exactly.

This power has to be understood if it's to be controlled.

You think everybody born with the gift knows how to use it?

To wield true power, you must master it first.

And this ceremony's part of my healing?

This ceremony is part of the world's healing.

I thank the gods above you were sent to me and not to Viridian.

If he consumed you...

...our task would be impossible.

Con... Consumed me?

The Eviellan Shaman weren't just wiped out.

First, our noble prince stole their power...

burned it from their souls and drew it into his own.

But the greatest prize... slipped through his fingers.

You.

What do you mean "burned it from their souls"?

Oh, yes, it is possible for those who have studied such things.

Power...

can be transferred from one person to another.

For it is the power itself that is important...

not the vessel that contains it.

Especially if that vessel is unworthy.

Lavinia!

Oh, it's too late for all that.

Lavinia!

And now, we shall begin!

Lavinia!

- I did it! - You didn't do anything.

Iona did it.

Damn it! It's just the girl.

You see? If I'd have done it, it would be Tiuri.

Says the idiot who stole a mule.

- It's not a mule. - I'm most terribly sorry.

Will you all shut up and cut me down?!

- Of course. - Wait.

Where's Tiuri?

I've no idea who you are, girl,

but I'm not telling you anything until you cut me down!

There's no time for this. Tiuri's in danger.

Oh, he's in danger, all right.

We're the danger. We are the danger knights.

Ugh! Seriously, Arman. You're pathetic.

- Don't call me pathetic! - What would you prefer?

Hello!

Right, yes, of course.

Spit it out then.

Where's Tiuri?

Hyah!

Well, don't just stand there. Get after her!

Passing your powers to me won't be a long process, Tiuri.

The fire... will release it from your unworthy flesh.

And once it is free, I can consume it at last

and become the hero you could never be.

Lavinia!

Lavinia!

Tiuri!

Lavinia!

That doesn't look good.

Tiuri!

- Tiuri! - Lavinia!

- We have to help him. - Tiuri!

There's no way in.

Burn away the flesh!

Release his powers!

Use it, Tiuri!

Use your power to save yourself!

No!

It's done!

The power is mine!

What?

It's not possible.

No!

No!

Ow.

You did it.

What are you lot doing here?

Stop. Stop!

Stop!

Tell me...

the moment Jabroot returns.

Yes, my lord.

- How did you do that, Tiuri? - I don't know.

How can you not know?

When we lost the Red Riders outside Mistrinaut in that fog...

was that you too?

I don't know.

The monks in that cell, I know that was you.

Not just because I saw it, but I felt it. I felt the power of it.

But how?

Do you want me to keep saying that I don't know?

Because I can just keep saying that I don't know.

The Abbot said it came from inside.

Is it Eviellan? Is that what it is?

You really don't know anything, do you?

Is this it?

Is this where you head north?

You're determined to deliver that letter, aren't you?

I suppose King Favian will be pleased to get it.

So pleased he'd give you a reward?

Is that all you think about?

Answer the question.

You stole my horse, you gave me to your father,

all so you could find your road.

Now you're gonna forget it?

The road's not going anywhere, is it?

That is.

You and me, Tiuri. I can feel it already.

We're gonna be unstoppable.

Truly, you are just...

Convincing? Persuasive?

Incontrovertibly correct?

Shameless.

I'll take that as a yes.

I'm sorry. This just doesn't feel right.

Maybe these people don't deserve horses.

Maybe they're a gang of ruthless outlaws. Have you thought of that?

We can't just steal them.

We're supposed to be knights.

Not until we bring back Tiuri, we're not.

Ristridin told us to help him.

And my father told us he was a traitor.

Yeah, but you said your father was a liar.

I did not.

You did, actually. You said that he was a liar.

I said when he lies, he's very good at it.

That's completely different from saying he's a liar.

Actually...

- Yeah, to be honest. - It's not that...

- No, I said... - It doesn't matter.

Don't you get it?

Ristridin, Fantumar, all the others, they don't care about us.

If we've got Tiuri, then we've got something to bargain with.

We can't get Tiuri without horses.

Alianor?

Alianor, please wait.

Mount up! Mount up!

Follow the queen. She's unprotected.

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah. Hyah.

Alianor?

Careful, sire.

Your brother may be disappointed if the goods arrive shop-soiled.

Taking risks with your safety is no laughing matter, Your Highness.

Seems the only risk to my safety is you.

These woods have been known to harbor unsavory characters.

Well, I've hunted in these woods all my life...

and the most unsavory character I've ever come across is your father.

I do want you to know that I will be protesting to the king

in the strongest possible terms.

His manner was blunt and disrespectful, and his plan...

Please...

don't.

I'm not angry at your father's manner or your father's plan.

I'm angry that I didn't think of it first.

- Madam, what are you doing? - Don't be such a prude.

We are pawns, you and I,

to be sacrificed in some political chess game.

It's my turn now. It will be yours soon enough.

- Madam... - So my advice...

is that we make hay while the sun shines.

Madam, I cannot be a party to this.

Join me.

Swimming was never one of my strengths.

If you get in trouble...

I'll save you.

Besides, you're full of too much hot air to drown.

Did you get your hair wet?

I did.

So the Shaman's wife had a child...

and that child is now missing?

Yes, my lord.

You will find them, Jabroot.

And you will return them to their graves.

Are you sure, my lord?

The war is done.

Maybe now, the slaughter can be done too.

Every battle I've fought...

every life I've taken...

it's all been in the name of peace.

And yet, the world suffers still.

But when the blood moon rises...

all suffering will end...

for you, me, for everyone.

Send out hunting parties.

Scour the countryside and find me the Shaman's wife and son.

Nothing must be allowed to get in our way.

We're in luck. They said this boat is going all the way to Berlan.

From there, it's a two-day ride to Unauwen.

Tell me how much the passage is.

Forget the passage. You've done your part. Now let me do mine.

Come on.

Get your purses out where I can see 'em.

We take anything here: gold pieces, silver pieces. We even take copper pieces.

If you ain't got nothing, you're not getting on!

Greetings, Captain.

And may I say, what a bonny vessel you command.

Cut the blarney. Show me your money.

Or would you prefer the fine reward Prince Viridian will undoubtedly give you

when you help us deliver this splendid homecoming gift?

She's got no cash, chuck her out, and that one goes with her.

So I take it you're not interested in this?

How do I know he's not gonna murder us in our beds? Hmm?

Eviellan.

Pretty rich coming from a cutthroat swindler like you.

Lady goes in the passengers' quarters, horse goes in the scuppers,

and you, you go with it.

He's not sleeping with the animals.

Then he ain't coming, is he?

I don't care where I sleep. Come on.

Oh!

Watch your step, milady.

And you'd better watch yours.

- I'll take it back whenever you're ready. - What?

My ring.

I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about.

Well, what do you know?

Tiuri's growing up.

Livestock down below!

I'll come and find you.

I'll hide my purse.

If it's good enough for me, it's good enough for you.

I'm not scared.

Oh.

Well, good.

Because I can do magic.

There's a lot of that about.

Milou? Milou?

Oh, thank goodness.

There you are.

Sorry to disturb you, madam.

I can do magic, can't I?

I can make this whole boat disappear.

Of course you can, darling.

Can you do magic?

She can. She can do magic.

Are you headed to Unauwen?

Unfortunately, yes.

My husband wants to see Viridian's triumphant return.

He's an admirer.

Me? I just hope there isn't trouble.

You think there will be?

Who knows what Viridian really wants?

But if he really comes in peace...

why hasn't he disbanded his army?

Come on, you little magician. Let's go find your father.

How much longer until we can steal these horses?

When they put the lights out, go to bed.

I'm freezing my backside off here.

Give us a story, Fol.

How old do you think we are?

Oh, you'll love Foldo's stories. They're really, really scary.

- Aren't they, Foldo? - They're true.

That's what makes them scary.

And none of them are truer...

than the tale of Amaris...

and the magic that possessed her.

There's no such thing as magic.

What are we, Eviellan?

If you're one of the people who magic can flow though,

you won't even know it

until it's inside you.

That's what happened...

to Amaris.

She was scarcely eight years old

and lived in a cottage deep in the forest with her mother who loved her very much.

One day, she'd been out collecting firewood.

And when she finally got home, it was dark,

and the cottage was strangely silent.

No fire in the grate,

no stew in the pot.

Amaris called out, "Mother?"

And her mother's voice called back, "I'm in the cellar."

Now, that was strange.

Their cellar was dark and cold, and they all hated going down there.

And her mother called back, "I've found something! Quick...

come and see."

So, Amaris lit a tiny candle,

opened the door to the cellar...

and started to climb down,

her little candle barely piercing the terrible gloom.

"Don't be scared, my child,"

her mother's voice called out in the darkness.

And just as Amaris reached the bottom of the stairs...

felt the cold, wet earth beneath her feet...

her candle blew out.

And it was then...

then that she heard it.

Heard what?

The front door...

opening upstairs...

and the voice of her mother...

saying...

"Amaris, I'm home."

What did Amaris do?

She couldn't do anything.

Because whatever was down there had her now.

Finally, Amaris found her voice.

"Mother, I'm in the cellar! Hurry!"

And her mother hurried, rushing down with a candle.

But her little girl had gone.

Vanished forever.

Gone where?

Nobody knows.

But she's out there somewhere...

all alone.

So next time you're walking through the woods,

and you get that feeling...

like someone's watching you...

be very, very careful.

'Cause it just might be the magic...

waiting...

to take you!

Are you crying?

Shut up.

Tiuri? Tiuri.

People are talking...

about what Viridian wants to do when he gets home.

So whatever's in that letter could be even more important than I thought.

I know it's important. I've always known it was important.

Yeah, but the point is, our reward just got even bigger.

- There she goes again. - What's that supposed to mean?

It means not everything is about money.

Not everything has to be about what's in it for you.

And there he goes again.

If everyone just looks out for themselves, the world becomes a horrible place.

The world is a horrible place.

Then it's up to people like us to do something about it.

Or maybe it takes courage you just haven't got.

- I'm not scared of anything. - Yes, you are.

That's why you're here, thinking about that reward

instead of going down that road to find your mother.

You spent too long with those monks.

You're even more scared than me...

and that's saying something.

Scared that when you do actually find her...

she won't be the answer to all your prayers.

Or even worse...

you won't be the answer to hers.

Behold!

Slupor the Sorcerer!

Necromancer from the Netherworld!

Please give generously,

for I have studied the dark arts of that cursed land.

You know its name well,

but few dare to speak it.

Eviellan!

On my travels...

...I have seen the serpent of death!

I have drunk from the river of blood!

And I have spoken

to the vengeful, dead Shaman murdered by Prince Viridian,

and now their voices cry out for revenge!

Search every stinking inch!

Red Riders!

Search the ship!

Cheapskates!

Hide!

- Where's the Eviellan boy? - He'll be with the horse!

Where is he?

Get Ardanwen. We need to get off this boat.

You're not going anywhere.

I had you down as a simple nuisance.

You've grown...

to a full-blown irritation.

- Wait. What are you doing? - This way!

Ardanwen, wait!

Slow down!

May I ask...

where you got... that talisman?

It belonged to my father.

Shaman's blood.

My father was a Shaman?

You have questions. I have answers.

First...

we must get off this ship.

You never know when you're going to need to quick exit.

- You've been chased by Red Riders before? - Worse.

Audiences wanting their money back.

I know you're out there!

We have to go.

This isn't over, boy!

- Where's Lavinia and Ardanwen? - Get in!

What is it?

I'm...

bleeding.

I have you, my boy.

So long, Tiuri!

Thanks so much for your parting gift!

We have to stop.

Hush. Calm yourself.

We have to go back. We have to find Lavinia.

Can't swim!

What happened?

Your wretched horse all but killed me, that's what happened.

That's Ardanwen's specialty.

Are you hurt?

Ardanwen.

Yes.

There's no way you can ride. We have to stop the bleeding first.

There's a cave not far from here

with the herbs I need to make a poultice for that wound.

- But we must hurry before they come. - Wait.

What's in this for you?

Lavinia, please. He saved my life.

I know. But why?

You are pure Eviellan. I know you are.

And I am but a humble disciple of your rich culture.

Face paint and cheap tricks.

More con man than disciple.

A cynic. Good.

Every hero needs one. Keeps him grounded.

You think he's a hero?

Yeah. There's a darkness coming, a darkness that will take everything.

And when it comes, only one thing can stop it.

You're looking at me.

When the storm clouds gather, a hero will rise

with the power to face it down.

You were born of Shaman blood, Tiuri.

You are that hero.

Wait. We must go.

Just to be clear, this ham is a complete lunatic. You do know that?

I like you, young lady.

I like you a lot.

Come on now. There's no time to waste!

Who's a good girl then?

Come on. We have to hurry.

If I'm forced to steal this horse,

I at least want it to know my intentions are honorable.

You're riding it, Foldo, not marrying it.

Look, I don't want to do this either.

But Iona's right. We have to find Tiuri.

Why? So we can just hand him over to Fantumar?

Go! Go! Go!

Thieves!

- Grab a horse! Move! - Hyah!

Murderers!

Hyah!

Hey, that was my horse!

Steal from an old man, would ya?

Through rain and sleet, blood and snow

There rode the famous Jussipo

And beside him Rode his tiresome little bro

- Do you ever shut up? - You'll like this next bit.

Iona always ready to duel

Sweet Foldo, nobody's fool

And behind them rode an ass Upon a mule

Not funny.

And he's not a mule.

I'm taking your horse, Piak.

- No, you're not. - I am.

This thing's too small for me.

Well, you should have stolen something a little bit bigger then, shouldn't you?

I say we make camp.

I say we don't.

But we've been riding all night.

And we're still miles behind them, so we keep going.

Many years ago, I fought in the Eviellan wars.

It cost me my youth and my innocence.

But I gained something in return,

an understanding of the true power of Eviellan.

The power I feel in you, Tiuri.

What is this place?

A place where no one will find us. Quick.

If Tiuri is the hero this legend speaks of,

then his mother must've known it too.

Why didn't she say something?

To protect him, of course...

from his destiny.

But it has found him now,

and there is no escape.

Tiuri.

Quick, this way.

Lie him down here. Here.

There's water in the pail.

These caves are ancient...

from before there was a Dagonaut or an Unauwen...

before there were knights and kings...

when there was only one land...

one power.

- Eviellan. - Yes.

This has always been a place of healing.

He'll be safe here.

We need goldenrod flowers and yarrow.

You'll find them at the edge of the wood.

What are you waiting for?

It's fine.

Do what he says.

I won't be long.

Keep an eye on him.

Minerals help contain your power during the ceremony.

What ceremony?

I don't understand.

Exactly.

This power has to be understood if it's to be controlled.

You think everybody born with the gift knows how to use it?

To wield true power, you must master it first.

And this ceremony's part of my healing?

This ceremony is part of the world's healing.

I thank the gods above you were sent to me and not to Viridian.

If he consumed you...

...our task would be impossible.

Con... Consumed me?

The Eviellan Shaman weren't just wiped out.

First, our noble prince stole their power...

burned it from their souls and drew it into his own.

But the greatest prize... slipped through his fingers.

You.

What do you mean "burned it from their souls"?

Oh, yes, it is possible for those who have studied such things.

Power...

can be transferred from one person to another.

For it is the power itself that is important...

not the vessel that contains it.

Especially if that vessel is unworthy.

Lavinia!

Oh, it's too late for all that.

Lavinia!

And now, we shall begin!

Lavinia!

- I did it! - You didn't do anything.

Iona did it.

Damn it! It's just the girl.

You see? If I'd have done it, it would be Tiuri.

Says the idiot who stole a mule.

- It's not a mule. - I'm most terribly sorry.

Will you all shut up and cut me down?!

- Of course. - Wait.

Where's Tiuri?

I've no idea who you are, girl,

but I'm not telling you anything until you cut me down!

There's no time for this. Tiuri's in danger.

Oh, he's in danger, all right.

We're the danger. We are the danger knights.

Ugh! Seriously, Arman. You're pathetic.

- Don't call me pathetic! - What would you prefer?

Hello!

Right, yes, of course.

Spit it out then.

Where's Tiuri?

Hyah!

Well, don't just stand there. Get after her!

Passing your powers to me won't be a long process, Tiuri.

The fire... will release it from your unworthy flesh.

And once it is free, I can consume it at last

and become the hero you could never be.

Lavinia!

Lavinia!

Tiuri!

Lavinia!

That doesn't look good.

Tiuri!

- Tiuri! - Lavinia!

- We have to help him. - Tiuri!

There's no way in.

Burn away the flesh!

Release his powers!

Use it, Tiuri!

Use your power to save yourself!

No!

It's done!

The power is mine!

What?

It's not possible.

No!

No!

Ow.

You did it.

What are you lot doing here?

Stop. Stop!

Stop!

Tell me...

the moment Jabroot returns.

Yes, my lord.

- How did you do that, Tiuri? - I don't know.

How can you not know?

When we lost the Red Riders outside Mistrinaut in that fog...

was that you too?

I don't know.

The monks in that cell, I know that was you.

Not just because I saw it, but I felt it. I felt the power of it.

But how?

Do you want me to keep saying that I don't know?

Because I can just keep saying that I don't know.

The Abbot said it came from inside.

Is it Eviellan? Is that what it is?

You really don't know anything, do you?

Is this it?

Is this where you head north?

You're determined to deliver that letter, aren't you?

I suppose King Favian will be pleased to get it.

So pleased he'd give you a reward?

Is that all you think about?

Answer the question.

You stole my horse, you gave me to your father,

all so you could find your road.

Now you're gonna forget it?

The road's not going anywhere, is it?

That is.

You and me, Tiuri. I can feel it already.

We're gonna be unstoppable.

Truly, you are just...

Convincing? Persuasive?

Incontrovertibly correct?

Shameless.

I'll take that as a yes.

I'm sorry. This just doesn't feel right.

Maybe these people don't deserve horses.

Maybe they're a gang of ruthless outlaws. Have you thought of that?

We can't just steal them.

We're supposed to be knights.

Not until we bring back Tiuri, we're not.

Ristridin told us to help him.

And my father told us he was a traitor.

Yeah, but you said your father was a liar.

I did not.

You did, actually. You said that he was a liar.

I said when he lies, he's very good at it.

That's completely different from saying he's a liar.

Actually...

- Yeah, to be honest. - It's not that...

- No, I said... - It doesn't matter.

Don't you get it?

Ristridin, Fantumar, all the others, they don't care about us.

If we've got Tiuri, then we've got something to bargain with.

We can't get Tiuri without horses.

Alianor?

Alianor, please wait.

Mount up! Mount up!

Follow the queen. She's unprotected.

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah. Hyah.

Alianor?

Careful, sire.

Your brother may be disappointed if the goods arrive shop-soiled.

Taking risks with your safety is no laughing matter, Your Highness.

Seems the only risk to my safety is you.

These woods have been known to harbor unsavory characters.

Well, I've hunted in these woods all my life...

and the most unsavory character I've ever come across is your father.

I do want you to know that I will be protesting to the king

in the strongest possible terms.

His manner was blunt and disrespectful, and his plan...

Please...

don't.

I'm not angry at your father's manner or your father's plan.

I'm angry that I didn't think of it first.

- Madam, what are you doing? - Don't be such a prude.

We are pawns, you and I,

to be sacrificed in some political chess game.

It's my turn now. It will be yours soon enough.

- Madam... - So my advice...

is that we make hay while the sun shines.

Madam, I cannot be a party to this.

Join me.

Swimming was never one of my strengths.

If you get in trouble...

I'll save you.

Besides, you're full of too much hot air to drown.

Did you get your hair wet?

I did.

So the Shaman's wife had a child...

and that child is now missing?

Yes, my lord.

You will find them, Jabroot.

And you will return them to their graves.

Are you sure, my lord?

The war is done.

Maybe now, the slaughter can be done too.

Every battle I've fought...

every life I've taken...

it's all been in the name of peace.

And yet, the world suffers still.

But when the blood moon rises...

all suffering will end...

for you, me, for everyone.

Send out hunting parties.

Scour the countryside and find me the Shaman's wife and son.

Nothing must be allowed to get in our way.

We're in luck. They said this boat is going all the way to Berlan.

From there, it's a two-day ride to Unauwen.

Tell me how much the passage is.

Forget the passage. You've done your part. Now let me do mine.

Come on.

Get your purses out where I can see 'em.

We take anything here: gold pieces, silver pieces. We even take copper pieces.

If you ain't got nothing, you're not getting on!

Greetings, Captain.

And may I say, what a bonny vessel you command.

Cut the blarney. Show me your money.

Or would you prefer the fine reward Prince Viridian will undoubtedly give you

when you help us deliver this splendid homecoming gift?

She's got no cash, chuck her out, and that one goes with her.

So I take it you're not interested in this?

How do I know he's not gonna murder us in our beds? Hmm?

Eviellan.

Pretty rich coming from a cutthroat swindler like you.

Lady goes in the passengers' quarters, horse goes in the scuppers,

and you, you go with it.

He's not sleeping with the animals.

Then he ain't coming, is he?

I don't care where I sleep. Come on.

Oh!

Watch your step, milady.

And you'd better watch yours.

- I'll take it back whenever you're ready. - What?

My ring.

I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about.

Well, what do you know?

Tiuri's growing up.

Livestock down below!

I'll come and find you.

I'll hide my purse.

If it's good enough for me, it's good enough for you.

I'm not scared.

Oh.

Well, good.

Because I can do magic.

There's a lot of that about.

Milou? Milou?

Oh, thank goodness.

There you are.

Sorry to disturb you, madam.

I can do magic, can't I?

I can make this whole boat disappear.

Of course you can, darling.

Can you do magic?

She can. She can do magic.

Are you headed to Unauwen?

Unfortunately, yes.

My husband wants to see Viridian's triumphant return.

He's an admirer.

Me? I just hope there isn't trouble.

You think there will be?

Who knows what Viridian really wants?

But if he really comes in peace...

why hasn't he disbanded his army?

Come on, you little magician. Let's go find your father.

How much longer until we can steal these horses?

When they put the lights out, go to bed.

I'm freezing my backside off here.

Give us a story, Fol.

How old do you think we are?

Oh, you'll love Foldo's stories. They're really, really scary.

- Aren't they, Foldo? - They're true.

That's what makes them scary.

And none of them are truer...

than the tale of Amaris...

and the magic that possessed her.

There's no such thing as magic.

What are we, Eviellan?

If you're one of the people who magic can flow though,

you won't even know it

until it's inside you.

That's what happened...

to Amaris.

She was scarcely eight years old

and lived in a cottage deep in the forest with her mother who loved her very much.

One day, she'd been out collecting firewood.

And when she finally got home, it was dark,

and the cottage was strangely silent.

No fire in the grate,

no stew in the pot.

Amaris called out, "Mother?"

And her mother's voice called back, "I'm in the cellar."

Now, that was strange.

Their cellar was dark and cold, and they all hated going down there.

And her mother called back, "I've found something! Quick...

come and see."

So, Amaris lit a tiny candle,

opened the door to the cellar...

and started to climb down,

her little candle barely piercing the terrible gloom.

"Don't be scared, my child,"

her mother's voice called out in the darkness.

And just as Amaris reached the bottom of the stairs...

felt the cold, wet earth beneath her feet...

her candle blew out.

And it was then...

then that she heard it.

Heard what?

The front door...

opening upstairs...

and the voice of her mother...

saying...

"Amaris, I'm home."

What did Amaris do?

She couldn't do anything.

Because whatever was down there had her now.

Finally, Amaris found her voice.

"Mother, I'm in the cellar! Hurry!"

And her mother hurried, rushing down with a candle.

But her little girl had gone.

Vanished forever.

Gone where?

Nobody knows.

But she's out there somewhere...

all alone.

So next time you're walking through the woods,

and you get that feeling...

like someone's watching you...

be very, very careful.

'Cause it just might be the magic...

waiting...

to take you!

Are you crying?

Shut up.

Tiuri? Tiuri.

People are talking...

about what Viridian wants to do when he gets home.

So whatever's in that letter could be even more important than I thought.

I know it's important. I've always known it was important.

Yeah, but the point is, our reward just got even bigger.

- There she goes again. - What's that supposed to mean?

It means not everything is about money.

Not everything has to be about what's in it for you.

And there he goes again.

If everyone just looks out for themselves, the world becomes a horrible place.

The world is a horrible place.

Then it's up to people like us to do something about it.

Or maybe it takes courage you just haven't got.

- I'm not scared of anything. - Yes, you are.

That's why you're here, thinking about that reward

instead of going down that road to find your mother.

You spent too long with those monks.

You're even more scared than me...

and that's saying something.

Scared that when you do actually find her...

she won't be the answer to all your prayers.

Or even worse...

you won't be the answer to hers.

Behold!

Slupor the Sorcerer!

Necromancer from the Netherworld!

Please give generously,

for I have studied the dark arts of that cursed land.

You know its name well,

but few dare to speak it.

Eviellan!

On my travels...

...I have seen the serpent of death!

I have drunk from the river of blood!

And I have spoken

to the vengeful, dead Shaman murdered by Prince Viridian,

and now their voices cry out for revenge!

Search every stinking inch!

Red Riders!

Search the ship!

Cheapskates!

Hide!

- Where's the Eviellan boy? - He'll be with the horse!

Where is he?

Get Ardanwen. We need to get off this boat.

You're not going anywhere.

I had you down as a simple nuisance.

You've grown...

to a full-blown irritation.

- Wait. What are you doing? - This way!

Ardanwen, wait!

Slow down!

May I ask...

where you got... that talisman?

It belonged to my father.

Shaman's blood.

My father was a Shaman?

You have questions. I have answers.

First...

we must get off this ship.

You never know when you're going to need to quick exit.

- You've been chased by Red Riders before? - Worse.

Audiences wanting their money back.

I know you're out there!

We have to go.

This isn't over, boy!

- Where's Lavinia and Ardanwen? - Get in!

What is it?

I'm...

bleeding.

I have you, my boy.

So long, Tiuri!

Thanks so much for your parting gift!

We have to stop.

Hush. Calm yourself.

We have to go back. We have to find Lavinia.

Can't swim!

What happened?

Your wretched horse all but killed me, that's what happened.

That's Ardanwen's specialty.

Are you hurt?

Ardanwen.

Yes.

There's no way you can ride. We have to stop the bleeding first.

There's a cave not far from here

with the herbs I need to make a poultice for that wound.

- But we must hurry before they come. - Wait.

What's in this for you?

Lavinia, please. He saved my life.

I know. But why?

You are pure Eviellan. I know you are.

And I am but a humble disciple of your rich culture.

Face paint and cheap tricks.

More con man than disciple.

A cynic. Good.

Every hero needs one. Keeps him grounded.

You think he's a hero?

Yeah. There's a darkness coming, a darkness that will take everything.

And when it comes, only one thing can stop it.

You're looking at me.

When the storm clouds gather, a hero will rise

with the power to face it down.

You were born of Shaman blood, Tiuri.

You are that hero.

Wait. We must go.

Just to be clear, this ham is a complete lunatic. You do know that?

I like you, young lady.

I like you a lot.

Come on now. There's no time to waste!

Who's a good girl then?

Come on. We have to hurry.

If I'm forced to steal this horse,

I at least want it to know my intentions are honorable.

You're riding it, Foldo, not marrying it.

Look, I don't want to do this either.

But Iona's right. We have to find Tiuri.

Why? So we can just hand him over to Fantumar?

Go! Go! Go!

Thieves!

- Grab a horse! Move! - Hyah!

Murderers!

Hyah!

Hey, that was my horse!

Steal from an old man, would ya?

Through rain and sleet, blood and snow

There rode the famous Jussipo

And beside him Rode his tiresome little bro

- Do you ever shut up? - You'll like this next bit.

Iona always ready to duel

Sweet Foldo, nobody's fool

And behind them rode an ass Upon a mule

Not funny.

And he's not a mule.

I'm taking your horse, Piak.

- No, you're not. - I am.

This thing's too small for me.

Well, you should have stolen something a little bit bigger then, shouldn't you?

I say we make camp.

I say we don't.

But we've been riding all night.

And we're still miles behind them, so we keep going.

Many years ago, I fought in the Eviellan wars.

It cost me my youth and my innocence.

But I gained something in return,

an understanding of the true power of Eviellan.

The power I feel in you, Tiuri.

What is this place?

A place where no one will find us. Quick.

If Tiuri is the hero this legend speaks of,

then his mother must've known it too.

Why didn't she say something?

To protect him, of course...

from his destiny.

But it has found him now,

and there is no escape.

Tiuri.

Quick, this way.

Lie him down here. Here.

There's water in the pail.

These caves are ancient...

from before there was a Dagonaut or an Unauwen...

before there were knights and kings...

when there was only one land...

one power.

- Eviellan. - Yes.

This has always been a place of healing.

He'll be safe here.

We need goldenrod flowers and yarrow.

You'll find them at the edge of the wood.

What are you waiting for?

It's fine.

Do what he says.

I won't be long.

Keep an eye on him.

Minerals help contain your power during the ceremony.

What ceremony?

I don't understand.

Exactly.

This power has to be understood if it's to be controlled.

You think everybody born with the gift knows how to use it?

To wield true power, you must master it first.

And this ceremony's part of my healing?

This ceremony is part of the world's healing.

I thank the gods above you were sent to me and not to Viridian.

If he consumed you...

...our task would be impossible.

Con... Consumed me?

The Eviellan Shaman weren't just wiped out.

First, our noble prince stole their power...

burned it from their souls and drew it into his own.

But the greatest prize... slipped through his fingers.

You.

What do you mean "burned it from their souls"?

Oh, yes, it is possible for those who have studied such things.

Power...

can be transferred from one person to another.

For it is the power itself that is important...

not the vessel that contains it.

Especially if that vessel is unworthy.

Lavinia!

Oh, it's too late for all that.

Lavinia!

And now, we shall begin!

Lavinia!

- I did it! - You didn't do anything.

Iona did it.

Damn it! It's just the girl.

You see? If I'd have done it, it would be Tiuri.

Says the idiot who stole a mule.

- It's not a mule. - I'm most terribly sorry.

Will you all shut up and cut me down?!

- Of course. - Wait.

Where's Tiuri?

I've no idea who you are, girl,

but I'm not telling you anything until you cut me down!

There's no time for this. Tiuri's in danger.

Oh, he's in danger, all right.

We're the danger. We are the danger knights.

Ugh! Seriously, Arman. You're pathetic.

- Don't call me pathetic! - What would you prefer?

Hello!

Right, yes, of course.

Spit it out then.

Where's Tiuri?

Hyah!

Well, don't just stand there. Get after her!

Passing your powers to me won't be a long process, Tiuri.

The fire... will release it from your unworthy flesh.

And once it is free, I can consume it at last

and become the hero you could never be.

Lavinia!

Lavinia!

Tiuri!

Lavinia!

That doesn't look good.

Tiuri!

- Tiuri! - Lavinia!

- We have to help him. - Tiuri!

There's no way in.

Burn away the flesh!

Release his powers!

Use it, Tiuri!

Use your power to save yourself!

No!

It's done!

The power is mine!

What?

It's not possible.

No!

No!

Ow.

You did it.

What are you lot doing here?

Hey! Wait for me!

Come on!

Guys, wait!

What about this letter he was supposed to deliver?

Who cares about the letter?

Seems like everyone cares about the letter.

How can you still be discussing this?

You saw what he did in that cave.

I have no idea what he did in that cave.

It doesn't matter what he did.

We have him now, and our job is to take him home.

So you can hand him over. He's riding with me now.

What, on that mule?

It's barely big enough for you.

For your information, this is not a mule.

It is a pony or quite possibly a very small breed of horse.

And given the size of his legs, moves amazingly fast

and is amazingly strong. So don't be casting aspersions.

Now, back off. He's coming with us.

What's wrong with you?

Unless you're blind or stupid,

you know there's something special about him.

The most powerful and dangerous people in the world,

not to mention every freak we come across,

are all trying desperately to get their hands on him.

Why do you think that is?

Because he killed the Black Knight.

You seriously believe Tiuri killed the Black Knight?

It doesn't matter what we believe or whether or not he did it.

- I'm not sure... - He broke the vigil.

He destroyed our futures. The only way we can get them back

- is by taking him home. - Exactly.

I thought people in Mistrinaut were ruthless scum.

But you aristocrats, you take the biscuit.

And don't you forget it.

And in case you're thinking about any funny business,

remember, we've got her,

and she's the most ruthless scum of us all.

I meant that in a good way.

Well, he's not gonna be worth anything if he's dead, is he?

- I thought we were getting help. - So did I.

Where is she taking us then?

I'm not taking you anywhere. Ardanwen is.

Well, where's Ardanwen taking us?

Looks like we're about to find out.

What on Earth happened here?

It's a ghost town.

Do you think it's haunted?

Is this place giving you the creeps

as much as this place is giving me the creeps?

Creep City.

Creepitude County.

- Kingdom of... - Shut up, Piak.

Cursed King Creep.

Help me.

- What is it? - Shh.

We need help.

For our friend. He's hurt. Please.

Perfect! A hamlet of half-wits.

We in hurry.

We...

need help.

We have pretty beads.

Say thank you.

What? It's how you talk to these people.

Who sent you here?

No one.

Our friend is sick.

He's your friend, not ours.

Some food for him and a place for the night,

and then we'll be on our way.

One night.

He's our prisoner.

We carry him.

- He's not a prisoner. - Yes, he is.

He's been a prisoner since we found him.

We took Tiuri prisoner?

No, we didn't take anyone prisoner.

Yes, we did.

My first prisoner.

I wouldn't if I were you.

He'll take you head off.

Sir, perhaps we...

I'm busy.

- But... - No.

Your Majesty.

Prince Viridian is momentarily detained with military matters.

With your permission...

Ah, military matters indeed.

If you're about to berate me for my lack of manners,

you can save your breath.

Hmm.

That cloud looks like a chariot...

pulled by a fish.

I want to be here about as much as you want me to be here.

So why don't we get this over with as quickly as possible?

Then we can both see the back of this wretched meeting.

All we can do now is wait.

Didn't your mother ever tell you not to do that?

Cloth.

You have nice hands, though,

good skin, fine eyes.

Your hair would make a haystack blush, of course,

but you'd scrub up well.

Maybe I have no interest in scrubbing up well.

Fair enough.

But just so you know, it would help take the stink away.

Now...

you and I need to have a conversation.

Where does a child like you get a horse like that?

It's not mine. It's Tiuri's.

You're lying.

Tell me the truth.

I'm not lying.

A famous knight told him to take it.

Said to take his horse and deliver a letter to the king.

What knight?

Answer me!

Open the door.

You can kill me, child...

or you can tell me the truth,

but those are the only two ways you're getting out of this room.

The Black Knight with the White Shield.

And why did the Black Knight need a boy to take this letter?

Because he was dying.

What Lavinia said should simply be given some consideration.

That's all I'm saying.

And what you're saying is stupid

because what Lavinia said is complete nonsense.

How is it nonsense?

You seriously believe that Tiuri's the hero of some ancient prophecy?

That the Black Knight gave him a secret letter in an Eviellan puzzle box,

and that if he doesn't deliver it to the king,

the whole world will be swallowed by infernal darkness?

Well, does that sound like nonsense to you or what?

That...

actually does sound quite like nonsense.

Finally.

So are we agreed, once and for all?

Hello?

Hello?

Take this letter.

Take this letter.

You must deliver it to King Favian in Unauwen.

It's a very special ring.

I don't understand.

I think you do.

Why do you think Ardanwen brought you here?

He was coming home.

The Black Knight lived here?

Are you...

I'm so sorry.

Were you with my...

husband...

at the end?

Near the end.

He was wounded...

and outnumbered...

but he drew his sword and turned to fight them.

Story of his stupid life.

No. He was magnificent.

A true knight.

And so it goes,

handed down from one blinkered knight to the next.

You think I want this?

If you have any sense,

you'll forget my husband

and ride straight back to where you came from.

I can't do that.

You can, and you must.

You don't understand.

Everything that's happened,

these things I've never been able to understand,

is sending me on the same journey your husband was sending me on.

You think something is guiding you?

Huh?

Fate, is that it?

Destiny.

That's what my husband thought.

It's what all knights think

as they ride off to glory,

convinced that they're gonna put the world to rights at last.

And where does it always end?

In death...

and slaughter...

and the people you care about never coming home.

You think just because you're here, you're a hero?

You're a fool, Tiuri.

Take it from me.

The last thing this world needs is another hero.

Sometimes, my friends...

life...

is so impossibly sweet.

And this time, we're really going to milk it.

You took a vote?

We did.

And Tiuri's coming with us.

His fever's broken, and his color's returning.

And that means that tomorrow morning, Tiuri will be riding to Unauwen with me.

Uh, no, he's not.

And what would be the point anyway?

You said it yourself, you don't have the stupid letter.

The Red Riders have it.

So even if we let you take him, which we won't...

you wouldn't be delivering anything.

Tiuri?

You all right?

Arman's right, though.

The Red Riders do have the letter.

But unfortunately for them...

they don't have all of it.

But this makes no sense.

It's just a time and a date.

"Vespers hour, on the feast of Saint Adalar,

in the 36th year of the reign of Favian the Third."

That's it? That's all there is?

- Why is that so important? - It isn't important.

It's important to Viridian. That's what matters.

The Red Riders are his bodyguards.

They killed the Black Knight and tried to kill me to get this letter.

Give it to me.

Do you smell that?

I knew it.

It's vinegar.

It's an old smuggler's trick.

"The date is set, the hour has come."

"The throne will now be mine."

"The following will pay the price at my ascension."

Are those our parents' names?

- Are they gonna kill our parents? - No, no one's gonna kill our parents.

The letter didn't say anything about killing anyone.

It's just a date and a list of names.

Written in invisible ink

by a man who's about to seize the crown and kill anyone who might get in his way.

They're gonna kill our parents.

Where's he going?

To do what I was always going to do:

finish what the Black Knight started and deliver this letter to the king.

When he sees what Viridian's doing, he'll stop him.

And how does that work exactly? How do you get a letter to the king?

You think just anyone can waltz in

and see the most powerful man in the world?

You have to be somebody

to even see the man who tips out the king's chamber pot,

and you're not somebody, Tiuri!

You're not even nobody.

You're a nobody accused of murder.

You think you'll just walk in

to the strongest place in the whole of the north,

past Favian's entire army and all the way to the king himself

with just her to help you?

Never going to happen.

You're going to use your powers.

But to use them, I've got to learn to control them.

Well, how are you going to do that?

No!

I'm not doing this.

If you kill me, I will kill you.

Go.

Do you even know how to summon these powers?

Not exactly.

How are you gonna make him explode then?

No one's making anyone explode.

Reach down inside and draw on Eviellan in you.

- Close your eyes... - Stare at him really hard.

What you wanna do is be moving your hands like this.

Whoo...

Ha!

That's actually quite good.

Create with your mind, and it will become your reality.

Picture Arman...

flying through the air.

- I like that picture. - Can everyone shut up for a moment?

Please don't let it hurt. Please don't let it hurt.

Please don't let it hurt.

Hey! That wasn't magic!

Sorry, couldn't resist.

You're dead!

Someone tell that brat he's graveyard dead!

Can we please all concentrate?

Move!

Fly away! Be gone!

Go on then, Tiuri...

come and get me, huh?

Come and save the world.

Come on! Come and get me! Whoo!

Everyone, look, Tiuri the hero.

Come on, Tiuri. Come on. Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Come on, Tiuri.

Come on. Come on.

I've got more magic in my smallest farts than he does in his entire body.

Come on. Whoo! Whoo!

Come on. Come on.

Need a drink.

A drink, you fool, not water.

There he goes.

Dead man walking.

Any luck?

I take that as a no.

Maybe it can't be controlled.

Maybe it just decides for itself when it happens.

Tiuri, stop.

This thing, whatever it is,

is in you.

It is you.

So take control.

The times it's worked before, the cave, the monastery...

what do they have in common?

- I was being attacked. - Exactly.

So maybe it comes when...

your heart's pounding, and your emotions are running high,

and you're not thinking. You're just there in the moment.

Right.

Go on then.

Attack me.

That's never going to work. You know I won't hurt you.

What?

What is it?

Why do you all care about Tiuri so much? What's he ever done for any of you?

You know why. Our parents' names are on that letter.

Is this really the Black Knight's house?

We can't sit by and do nothing while Viridian has them all killed.

We talked about this. The letter doesn't even mention killing.

Easy for you to say. Your parents' names aren't on the list!

What's that supposed to mean?

The Black Knight wrote with this quill?

He may well have done.

It's not supposed to mean anything. It's a fact!

Her parents aren't on the list either. Why aren't you looking at her?

Her parents are dead... you idiot.

Well, fine, whatever.

The point is you think my father's involved in this, don't you?

You think my father wants your parents dead?

You're out of your minds!

My father doesn't need to kill anyone!

My father's so clever,

he can run rings around his enemies without ever having to draw his sword.

The Black Knight ate off this plate?

The Black Knight shaved with this brush?

The Black Knight clipped his nose hair with...

Are you seeing what I'm seeing?

By all the holy saints!

Ugh!

It's pounding.

You did it.

Told you.

You're telling me...

that you've not only lost one of my letters...

but that the boy who found it...

the boy who has it now...

is the Shaman's son?

Get out.

- My Lord, if you'd just let me ex... - Out!

The same boy.

- Can you be invisible? - No.

- Can you fly like a bird? - Piak, shut up.

Did you kiss her, or did she kiss you?

I still haven't heard an answer yet. Ow.

What are you, Tiuri?

In for a difficult conversation, by the looks of it.

Most prophecies...

they're just old wives' tales.

But there are some that aren't like that.

Some have been told for generations

in every kingdom, in every language.

The prophecy your friends spoke of...

is one of them.

"First came the Earth...

and all we desire.

Then came the beast...

the dark spreading like fire.

Cloaking the land on the reddest of moons...

only once every century does the sky make it bloom.

The great mage of the North...

will bring light to the shadow...

while the amaranth flowers...

and the fields lie fallow."

The date on the letter...

it's the same date that the Blood Moon rises.

Then this hero,

whoever he is,

had better get a move on, hadn't he?

Thank you...

...for not killing me.

You're home now.

You can rest.

This is my journey now.

Hey! Hey!

It's Fantumar. We have to go.

Come on!

How'd he find us?

- How could you? - I didn't do anything.

- He told his father. He must've. - Stop.

He wanted you dead.

He wanted to serve you up on a plate and our parents with it.

- I didn't. - We don't know what he did.

Not for sure. Not yet.

Right now, all that matters is getting our horses and getting out of here.

So, come on.

Find him! Search everywhere!

Let's go.

Wait. Where's Iona?

Told you I was the one you needed to worry about.

You idiots sent me on a merry dance.

But now, you're going to pay for it.

Drop your weapons

and hand over that Eviellan scum.

Don't make me tell you again!

And you...

get your useless ass over here right now.

You'll live to regret this, boy.

Get them! Get back!

Get the horses!

Don't let them go!

Someone get the horses! Get the Novices!

They're getting away!

Some things never change.

Ardanwen!

Stop that horse!

He's getting away!

Do you think I was born yesterday?

Hand that Eviellan traitor over...

or this day is going to end very badly for you.

Oh, it's also going to end very badly for someone else too.

You call yourself a knight.

I will not allow this.

You will have to go through me first.

That's actually my preferred route.

Get off your horses now.

Do something.

Use your powers.

Powers?

What powers has this shrimp got?

Uh, you might want to...

No!

Maybe this is a sign, my lord.

Maybe this is a warning...

that what you are trying to do...

the darkness you are trying so hard to banish...

...is in danger of consuming you.

Maybe that's what the prophecy's telling us.

That if you continue on this path...

you will become the darkness.

And this boy will become the hero who has to destroy you.

You know nothing, Jabroot.

For there to be shadow...

there first has to be light.

The hero the prophecy speaks of...

isn't this meaningless boy.

It is me.

It has always been me.

The darkness is already out there in the wars and divisions

that will always pit one man against the other.

And it is the darkness that throws this boy against me now.

For when the Blood Moon reaches its highest point,

and I'm bathed in its light at last...

this boy...

and the darkness he serves...

will find they have met their match.

That was the most incredible thing I've ever seen.

You did it, Tiuri.

You did it.

No, I didn't do it.

What do you mean, you didn't do it?

If you didn't do it, then who did?

Times it's worked before...

Lavinia!

...what do they have in common?

Take a hit Shoot me down, shoot me down

I won't ever hit the ground Hit the ground

Playing dead, I'll never do Gotta keep an eye on you

Patience is wearing thin, paper-thin

Promises broke again What a sin

But it only feeds my energy So don't expect no sympathy

Smoke, fire, flares are going up Flares are going up

Oh

Won't wave my white flag, no This time, I won't let go

I'd rather die

Than give up the fight Give up the fight, give up the fight

Give up the fight

Won't wave my white flag, no

Oh, I won't go down slow

I'd rather die

Than give up the fight Give up the fight, give up the fight

Give up the fight

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

- Oh, oh - Give up the fight

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

- Oh, oh - Won't raise my white flag, no

It was never Tiuri.

He thought it was him because he was hearing these voices.

Because he was like, "I'm the son of a Shaman,

because my father's power flows through my veins."

Piak.

Except it was nothing to do with that.

It was the magic that's everywhere.

Just like in Foldo's ghost story.

And what it was actually doing was sending him

to find the girl sitting on the horse right next to him.

What's up with her?

Tiuri? Tiuri, we've... We've got...

What's up with him?

Lavinia!

Lavinia!

Leave me alone.

The Blood Moon rises in one day.

And we have to get that letter to the king before it does.

You're the only one who can do it.

How do you know that?

'Cause I was standing right next to you.

I felt it, Lavinia.

And I never felt anything like it.

I don't care.

I don't care about the king...

or your mission...

or your stupid knightly quest.

I live in Mistrinaut, Tiuri,

and no king, or queen, or anyone else has ever given a flying fig

about the people who live there.

So forget your stupid prophecy...

and these stupid powers.

It's not who I am,

and it's not who I'm going to be.

I thought we were friends.

I thought whatever happened...

whatever we faced...

we'd face it together.

Well, then you thought wrong.

Isn't that a splendid sight?

Hardly.

He's marched his army to the very walls of the city.

The threat he poses is clear.

Oh, not for me.

You're making this match for him with Alianor

because you know he's a threat.

And I'm telling you, a marriage to Alianor will not be enough.

I am making this match for him because he's my son.

And because he's your brother.

Do you remember your boots?

- Boots? - Mmm.

When you were both boys, I would take you off hunting,

and he would hide your boots.

- Viridian? - Mm-hmm.

Would hide my boots?

Couldn't have been more than six years old.

But he thought if you didn't have your boots,

you couldn't come, and you would stay with him.

That boy loved you more than life itself.

Listen, boy,

I'm no fool.

Bring we proof his intentions are treacherous...

and I will act.

But until then...

we will not speak of this again.

The boy took down all your men with one look?

Not sure what it was, my lord.

There was a sound...

a ringing.

And then...

And then what?

We must've been thrown from our horses.

Leave us.

Sire, I did everything...

Leave...

us.

He's growing stronger.

So is the moon.

I can feel it in my bones.

Once it reaches the highest window in the hall,

I can make the final sacrifice,

and the ceremony will be complete.

Then nothing will be able to stop me...

including this boy...

whatever powers he may possess.

Spit it out, then.

I need a job, and you're gonna give it to me.

This will be interesting.

Fantumar's played out. We both know that.

And there's something else you know too:

how much help I can give you.

Clearly, there's been a misunderstanding.

I don't need anyone's help.

Who is it Viridian's always asking for, huh?

You...

his faithful Red Rider...

or Jabroot,

his Eviellan friend?

Seems to me, you need all the help you can get.

What are you looking at?

I'm not the one you need. I've never been the one you've needed.

Your master picked the wrong person.

Come. Join us, my boy.

We bid you welcome...

to the land of the lost.

Fear no more,

for there's no further you can fall.

So abandon hope.

Drink and be merry.

Come on, boy. Come and sit with us.

You look as though you could do with a friend.

Tiuri!

Tiuri!

Tiuri!

We're just going round in circles.

- We'll never find him. - We have to find him.

Tiuri has the letter.

- How are we going to find him in this? - It doesn't matter how.

Just keep looking.

Tiuri!

Tiuri!

Life's a game, boy...

and it's stacked against men like us.

Take you, boy.

You did the right thing.

You opened that door.

You helped that stranger.

And what did life give you in return?

It destroyed you.

Bit by miserable bit.

So what's a man to do?

Aye, well, that's the question.

A man gives up, Tiuri.

He stops trying.

And he gives himself over to the peace and surrender...

...of the bottle.

Tiuri?

Flesh of dog! What is this?

You scared?

Only when I think about it.

Great advantage of being me is I don't really think about it.

Young knights Their swords were gleaming

For me, that's... that's the scariest part.

There's things happening my parents don't even know about,

things that could take their lives...

and the only ones that can stop them...

are us.

I don't think I can.

Are you kidding?

You're kind. You're brave.

You're amazing with that sword.

Your parents are lucky to have their lives depending on you.

Just think about my parents. All they got is me and pipsqueak.

Pipsqueak's actually quite good.

Shut up.

So...

if we all die tomorrow...

Which we probably will.

...what's one thing that you haven't done...

that you'd, um...

you'd really like to have done?

Honestly?

Honestly.

His looks were so alluring

Young Foldo's heart was... purring

Purring?

Is that the best you can come up with?

It's a first draft.

Revisions to follow.

And the love between them lasted

Till the grave

I don't blame you for turning your back on me.

I'd turn my back on myself for how wrong I've been.

Wrong about this quest, wrong about my father,

wrong about everything.

But most of all...

I've been wrong about you.

I thought you were a fool, Tiuri.

I thought everything you said and everything you did was just so...

stupid.

But it turns out you weren't the stupid one.

I was.

And it's taken me my entire life to finally see it.

And that's why I know we have to go.

Why? What's the point?

Because people are going to die, Tiuri.

Jussipo's parents, Foldo's parents are going to die unless we stop it.

- Can't stop anything. - That's not true. You can...

by delivering that letter to the king.

Even if I could, why would I try?

My father's already dead.

He died from the blade of your father's sword.

Held by your father's men.

Helpless.

Unarmed.

And I had to watch it.

Then he imprisoned my mother and sent you to hunt me down.

Probably to kill me too.

So you don't get to tell me what I should or shouldn't do, Arman.

Go to Lavinia. She's the only one that can help you now.

Lavinia?

Why would I go to Lavinia?

What's Lavinia got to do with this mission? You tell me that.

Look, I know I have no right to tell you anything,

and what my father did to you...

what I was willing to help him do to you,

I will never forgive myself for that.

But Lavinia?

So what if she's the one with the powers?

Was she the one who answered the knock on that chapel door?

No, that was you.

Was she the one the Black Knight gave the letter to?

No, that was you, Tiuri.

Not because you were magic.

Because you were the only one brave enough to answer the call.

Because you're a knight.

Just like we're knights.

Even me.

And now, we're going to prove it.

What?

What?

What?

Nothing.

What are you doing here?

Getting him.

This will never work.

It will work.

Look at this place.

And Tiuri doesn't even have any magic.

Stop talking about magic.

All anyone talks about is magic, and I'm sick of it. Forget magic.

We're knights.

We have courage. We have training.

We have chivalry, and honor, and 1,000 years of history on our side.

And this is where we use it...

to find a way through those walls.

Right, Tiuri?

Tiuri?

Who said anything about going through them?

- Stop pushing. - I'm not pushing.

- He's definitely pushing. - Then move faster.

It stinks down here. It stinks worse than Arman.

Shut up!

Now what?

Are we going around in circles?

Round and round like moths at a candle.

We could die down here, and no one would ever know.

No one's going to die, are they, Tiuri?

Tiuri?

Tiuri!

Come on. This way.

Are you sure you know where you're going?

We get out where the water gets in, the highest point.

Quick question:

Are you sure this is water?

I would like you to ride with me tonight, Jabroot.

We began this journey together, and I would like us to end it together.

Go ahead.

Strike.

You have served me loyally for as long as I can remember...

and hated me for every second of it.

You have my blessing.

Go ahead. Do what you must do.

I know.

Brothers can kill each other...

but not brothers at arms.

The end is coming...

but it won't be from this.

You're pushing me again.

Because you're going even slower than you were before!

It's... It's in my hair! It's in my hair!

It's definitely not water.

See?

I told you.

Easy.

My boy.

Father.

You're home.

After all these years.

Bravo.

Oh, stop it!

What are you staring at? Eat! Eat! Eat! Eat!

Come. Sit with me.

Get stuffed to the gills.

We've roast so many animals, there's been a run on gravy.

Brother.

Here.

Eat. Eat. You're skinny.

This boar was killed by your brother yesterday.

It's around this corner.

Come on.

Where do you think you're going?

Surprise.

You have every right to hate me.

Well, we do hate you.

I hate me too.

What I did...

what I've done...

I'm sorry...

for all of it.

I'm sorrier than you'll ever know.

But I just...

I just wanted you to know that.

Iona?

Every time you think you've got her pegged...

she turns around...

and she surprises you all over again.

Looks like the letter's not going to the king after all.

Now...

do you want to walk away and live

or make a futile gesture of defiance...

and die?

A futile gesture, it is.

Stay there.

- Piak! - I've got it!

What did I tell you?

Tiuri!

- What are you waiting for? - Go!

Go!

No!

Jussipo!

I have a letter...

for the king.

What?

What letter?

Who cares what letter?

Does the royal court now allow mere children

to enter the presence of the king?

My father died for this.

The Black Knight with the White Shield died too.

The Black Knight?

I have his ring as proof.

He was slaughtered by Prince Viridian's Red Riders.

I saw it with my own eyes.

Who is this boy?

He...

is nobody.

I am Tiuri...

son of Sir Tiuri the Valiant.

Born of Eviellan, raised in Dagonaut.

And we are all in danger if you do not read this letter.

Let him through.

What is this?

Treachery?

You take my crown?

Kill my friends and allies?

Answer me!

You dare ignore your king?

Bow your head to your father!

I will not tell you again.

Bow your head.

Beg for your king's mercy.

If the world is to be healed...

then the power he has...

the power you want to be yours...

has to be mine.

The decisions you take...

the decisions the people on that list take...

will now be taken by me.

What is this?

Lives you've all led...

lives of comfort and luxury...

lives built on the bodies of soldiers like me and my enemies...

are now over.

And yes, freedom is over too.

And the world will have peace at last.

A peace...

that will last forever.

He's mad.

It has been foretold.

And there's nothing any of us can do to stop it.

Even you.

Brother...

...I beg to differ.

It is done.

Our journey together can now begin.

I'm scared.

I know.

No.

Stop!

Stop!

You did it.

Are you okay?

Never been better.

Don't worry. I've got you.

Would now be a good time to get that reward?

Easy. Easy. Easy.

Easy.

Did we do it?

Did we stop him?

How could we not stop him?

Has he messed up my hair with all his... all his fussing?

Your hair looks good.

Better than good.

It looks great.

I've always had great hair.

Ain't that right, Fol?

He will be all right.

Won't he?

Young Knights Their swords were gleaming

Lady admirers beaming

And the one they call Jussipo Was their king

Well...

we certainly made a fine mess of that.

I like you, girl. Honestly, I do.

But I swear by the gold in my first victim's teeth...

I hope never to cross paths with you again.

You didn't hear what I just said?

I never listen to what you say.

That's what makes us such a good team.

Where are you going?

I'm heading west!

Ah, suit yourself!

You're harder to live with than saddle rash!

The darkness from which we are only now emerging

did not gather overnight, and it was not caused by one man alone.

It was caused by all of us.

But these young Novices have led us into the light...

by their simple commitment not to give up,

not to stop trying to do the right thing no matter what the cost.

No matter how slim the chances of success, they have reminded us

what those values truly are.

And so...

on behalf of us all...

it is in the highest honor that I knight them in your name.

Arise, Sir Foldo.

Arise, Sir Arman.

Arise, Sir Piak,

the youngest knight in Dagonaut's history.

And finally...

arise...

Sir Tiuri the Valiant.