Albion: The Enchanted Stallion Page #2

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What's happening?

The cave is showing you something.

This is the World of Albion.

Albion was home to the Danaan,

a peaceful and selfless race.

The Danaan possessed

four ancient treasures

that maintained harmony

amongst their people.

The scepter of truth,

no one can lie in its presence.

The cauldron of plenty,

to never know hunger.

The flame of knowledge,

the answer to all questions.

And the Book of Healing,

to heal all wounds.

One day, the Milesians arrived,

carried on dark clouds

from the Northern Worlds,

led by the evil and greedy

General Eeder.

They came to take the four treasures

and destroy the Danaan people.

Desperate for peace,

the Queen of the Danaans

sought out the Abbess, a magical being

who lives separate from either race.

She brokered a treaty bound by magic,

and it was agreed that Albion

would be divided in half.

But in a wicked piece of trickery,

the Milesian General

chose the top half of Albion,

subjugating the Danaan

to the world underground.

But the General's obsession

with the day he would finally

rid his world of the Danaan

has grown with every passing year.

Some believe that day

to finally be at hand.

Ah, this oughta be good.

Did she like it?

She hasn't said anything.

Huh.

I'm in another world?

"I'm in another world?"

There are portals between our two worlds

that are ever-changing.

Evie.

Dear Evie,

the Danaan people need your help.

Wake up.

Wake up.

Wake up.

Who are you?

What are you doing here?

I have absolutely no idea.

Where did you come from?

Vermont.

What land is this Vermont?

I don't really understand the question.

Why did you steal my horse?

I know you're not my horse,

I was just...

Can you please allow me to continue

questioning the prisoner?

Why did you steal my horse?

Your horse?

No, I swear,

I didn't know.

You don't need to swear.

You couldn't tell a lie

if you wanted to.

The scepter won't allow it.

You are not in charge of this quest.

She could be a Milesian spy.

What do you mean you brought her here?

Are you insane?

We're on a perilous mission

that could include death and torture.

Hey!

The last thing we need is

a frightened little girl.

- Hey!

- Would you please be quiet a moment?

No, I won't!

Who...

Who...

Who are you?

Where are you from?

Who is this crazy horse?

And why are you acting like

you're having a conversation?

You're not a little girl, Evie.

How does everyone know my name?

- Dag Dia told me.

- Who's Dag Dia?

The Kelpie.

The horse.

No, she is not going with us.

I'm not going anywhere with you.

Exactly. Kindly hand me back the Scepter

and we'll be on our way.

This is the Scepter of Truth?

Really?

A powerful priceless artifact,

and you go around announcing

that we have it to the world!

No, he didn't tell me.

The cave of revelation did.

The strange man.

Really?

I've heard legends of magic in there.

Men who could turn into

horses or vice-versa.

Something like that.

Kelpies, they called them.

I never believed that, though.

Just blarney from halfwits.

Thank you.

Look, please help me.

I need to go home.

My father's not well.

- It's Christmas!

- What's Christmas?

Christmas.

You know, Santa?

Has these elves that help him

fly around the world

in one night delivering

presents on a sleigh

pulled by magical reindeer?

Sorry, can't help you.

I'm incredibly busy

trying to save my people

from certain annihilation.

And unfortunately, it's a bit

time sensitive, so...

No! She's not coming with us.

She's obviously mad.

Would you like to join us on our quest

that has absolutely

nothing to do with you

and bears no consequence

on your future whatsoever,

upon which you,

as a small helpless child,

will almost certainly perish?

- No.

- Well, I tried.

- Let's go.

- Wait! How do I get home?

Fine.

Our first mission is to find

the Flame of Knowledge,

which Dag Dia believes

will show you your path,

if you would like to join us.

- I would.

- Perfect.

Just to the flame, then I go home.

Ah.

Hold this.

We need to get going.

The Milesians use

the weather to track us.

Looks like rain.

We're not gonna outrun the rain.

Here.

Put this on.

It'll protect you.

Eremon!

Eremon!

Again.

Oh, that's better.

What is this?

What is this?

Is someone trying to assassinate me?

Show me your hands.

All of you! Now!

Show me your hands!

Now! All of you!

Treachery!

Oh, terribly sorry, my lord.

Treachery!

It just is a flesh wound, sire.

You see I was giving you

your daily mutton

mutton! Mutton!

Oh, I love mutton.

Well, of course you do.

Where's that bloody thing?

As I was feeding you,

I let my stupid hand

linger too long, like a fool.

- Wretched...

- And if you'd be so kind

as to return my brainless little digit,

I'll take a quick jaunt

down to the seamstress

and see if she can't sew the half-witted

little nubbin back on! Ah-ha!

- Hang him.

- Oh, no!

My lord, no!

No, no, no! No! Um...

Oh, thank you, my lord.

I knew you'd never...

Skin him.

Aah! Lord, no!

No, wait! Wait! Wait!

I may want his skin on.

Um, throw him in a dungeon

that's really horrible.

I'll make my mind up later on.

Eremon, what are you doing here?

You sent for me, my lord.

I... ahh...

I saw something

flash through the rain

and then it was gone.

It felt like...

It felt like, uh...

Something I've not sensed

for a long time.

A long time.

I can't put my finger on it.

But there was a strange magic...

In the form of a girl.

Now, Eremon, I want you

to seek out this child,

find her, and destroy her.

I don't chase little girls.

Besides, what possible

threat could she hold?

Do you insult me, Eremon?

Nay, my lord.

I am too close for any complications.

Fail me now,

and I shall drink the marrow

from within thy bones.

You shall have

her little heart, my lord.

Thank you.

So, off to the Wicklen Mountain, hmm?

My lord.

Who are those people?

Those are the Kukeri.

Don't worry about them.

They must have a camp nearby.

Okay, now I seriously need food.

We don't have time.

If I'm not back five days from now...

What, you'll be grounded?

Well, yes, I'll become the ground.

What?

The treaty allows five Danaan

a five-day window

each harvest moon

to forage for provisions

so we don't starve.

Once the moon completes the cycle,

if you're a Danaan

and you're above ground,

you become the Earth.

Well, on the bright side,

at least I'll starve to death by then.

You're an odd little girl, Evie.

Can I ask you something?

If I said no, would it stop you?

Good point.

I don't mean any offense by this,

but why wouldn't the Danaan

have sent, like,

an army or something to get provisions?

It's in the fine print.

No army nor leader may cross the barrier

as long as the treaty stands.

Warriors have tried and failed.

So now it's just you?

It's not just me.

They chose me for this mission.

I was the strongest, the most resilient,

the most skillful of all the Danaan.

Wow, that's amazing.

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