Dragonheart: A New Beginning

[Man Narrating]

My story begins when

I was but a lad of 16.

It was the year

I became a novice

at Brother Gilbert's monastery,

when I first heard

the prophecy:

A dragon's heart

could do mankind...

when a two-tailed comet

blazed across the night sky.

I paid this leg end

little heed,

for I had come

for a quiet life

of prayer and devotion.

Besides, everyone knew

there were no more dragons.

The last, Draco,

had been slain by Sir Bowen,

a knight of the old code.

I later learned

that in the last year

of his life,

Bowen returned

to Draco's cave.

There he was granted

a miracle,

a dragon egg

about to hatch.

The dying knight entrusted

the hatchling to our monastery.

Fearful evil might dwell

in this dragon's heart,

Friar Peter and the abbot

pledged to hide him away...

until the comet had passed.

For 20 years,

they carefully guarded...

the secret

locked beneath us.

Eight days before

the comet's arrival,

my quiet life

was turned upside down.

Before the week was out,

I'd be embroiled in deception,

mystery and battle.

And who could have known

that Geoff,

the orphan stable boy

at our monastery,

would reveal

the deepest secret...

of what is truly

in a dragon's heart.

[Man]

Make way for

the king's noble knights.

Wishing to be

one of them...

won't get the stables

cleaned any faster.

Where do you think

they're headed

all dressed up like that ?

They're off

to the castle...

to honor Lord Osric

being sworn in...

as the king's

chief advisor.

The castle.

[ Bell Tolling ]

I suggest you get back

to the stable...

before the abbot

catches you around.

I promise I will have the

stables scrubbed cleaner than

the abbot's table by vespers.

And, Friar Peter,

I will even clean

that old dungeon for you,

if you just unlock it

for me.

I'll tell you a secret

about that dungeon:

There's nothing down there...

that can transform you

into a knight.

You're a good boy

at heart.

If you work hard

and practice humility,

you'll be a fine

stable master some day.

I'll be outta here

long before I'm any kind

of stable master.

[ Man ]

I, Lord Osric of Crosley,

choose the old code

as my oath.

I am hereby sworn

to valor,

to speak

only the truth,

to use arms

to defend the helpless,

to use might

to uphold the weak.

My heart

knows only virtue.

My wrath will

undo the wicked.

My king.

As chief advisor,

my goal is nothing less than

ensuring that the old code...

lives on in the hearts

and minds of all people.

Everyone should share

in our kingdom's bounty.

Tomorrow, I shall bestow

a personal gift...

on all men, women

and children in the land.

A gift?

Is it my birthday?

No, Sire.

[ Narrator ]

Everyone was pleased

when Lord Osric...

was named chief advisor...

since our beloved king's

behavior had become so...

unusual of late.

Everyone will receive

two new tunics...

in the style and color suited

to their inherited station.

From now on, no one

will wear anything else.

[ Narrator ]

There I was, so young,

a mere novice entrusted

with the monastery's

most important secret.

Silence was my solemn vow.

Mansel,

what are you doing ?

Geoff.

Looks like old Friar Peter's

cauldron. What would you be

doing with that ?

Can you keep a secret ?

You know I can.

Friar Peter gave me

a new chore to do.

Ooh. Lucky you.

What is it ?

I told you,

it's a secret.

Fine.

A secret chore

from Friar Peter.

That's pretty special.

Don't you think ?

Maybe just

a little special, yes.

Don't say it like that.

Take some pride

in being special.

All right,

I am special.

It's not like pride's

one of those seven deadly sins

or anything.

Actually, it is.

[ Pig Squealing ]

You're right, Geoff.

Manual labor sure keeps

the soul humble.

- Thank you for

getting me to do this.

- Any time.

Don't forget

the corners.

- [ Knocking ]

- Yes ?

Two most unusual strangers

are asking after

Brother Gilbert's writings.

The abbot has

sent them to you.

Very well.

This is Master Kwan

and his son.

I fear I don't have

much hospitality to offer.

Oh. I spent my youth

in a monastery

much like this one,

but we do not

seek comfort.

We have come from

Hebei Province, where man

and dragons lived in peace.

Many years ago,

a terrible evil

set dragon against man,

and all our dragons

were destroyed.

A terrible tale.

Though I have to say,

I don't see...

what this has

to do with me.

I'm told that the founder

of this monastery...

wrote extensively

about dragons,

and that you are

the guardian of his scrolls.

Brother Gilbert

was a kind soul...

with a fanciful imagination

and a poor hand at poetry.

It has been read

in the stars...

that a new dragon

was born.

Surely you are aware

that the prophesied comet

will return in eight days.

We must prevent the evil

from taking hold again.

I am a man of God.

I do not believe

in such superstitious prattle.

Then... the dragon talon

in your pocket...

is a meaningless

talisman ?

It has meaning only

to the monks of this order.

It was passed on

by Brother Gilbert,

who received it from Sir Bowen.

He claimed it belonged

to Draco, the last dragon.

[ Kwan ]

But we must test the dragon

before the comet arrives.

[ Friar Peter ]

There are no dragons here.

But Lord Osric knows

about stars and comets.

Perhaps he can help you.

[ Kwan ]

Thank you.

Good night.

What would Mansel

be doing down here ?

Ah. This was not

a good idea.

[ Screams ]

[ Growling ]

Stay away from me !

[ Growling,

Sniffing ]

[ Growling Continues ]

You know, you-you'd better--

You'd better go.

You're not supposed to be here.

How long have you

been down here ?

I've always been here.

- I'm Geoff.

- I'm Drake.

Here. Give me that.

Seven lashes to anyone

caught without their tunic.

Those men from the East

are still waiting, Lord.

Show them in.

Please.

[ Kwan ]

Thank you for seeing us.

Not at all.

It's an honor.

We are on a quest

related to the arrival

of the two-tailed comet.

Well, you don't have

much time.

According to my star charts

and calculations, the comet

will return one week from today.

What do you hope

to accomplish ?

We seek the dragon

of the prophecy.

Hmm. A noble

though nonsensical mission,

since nothing is left

of dragons but their legend.

- Respectfully. I saw

a dragon's claw just last night.

- Did you ?

Friar Peter claimed

it belong ed to Draco himself,

but can we be sure ?

All this talk of dragons

and prophecies...

will frighten

the common people.

They're terrified of dragons,

with good reason.

For your own safety, you should

leave this kingdom tonight.

Stefan, see them safely

to the border.

[ Bell Tolling ]

[ Narrator ]

Back at the monastery,

Geoff visited the dungeon...

every chance he got.

I suspect he hoped

that knowing Drake...

would somehow lead

to adventure and fame.

Geoff must have been

sorely disappointed to learn

he had befriended a dragon...

who had no idea how to fly

or breathe fire.

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