Merlin and the Book of Beasts

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Five. Five.

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Ow.

This be the Age

of the Arcadian.

Whoa. Whoa.

It is Merlin

here in this enchanted land.

I must admit the tale

of the wild man of the wood

living in this region

isn't much to go on, Father.

And even harder to believe.

Merlin is dead,

just as the legend would have it.

Have faith, Tristan.

I should think the man

long dead as well.

And not in such a place as this.

Merlin is not a mortal man, son.

Normal rules of life and death

do not apply,

at least not to him.

Trickery, Galahad.

I sometimes forget, good warrior,

you were born in a different age.

In my day sorcery and swordplay

went hand in hand.

Whoa whoa.

It was a different time

before the walls went up

and this certain darkness came.

You really don't believe

in magic, Tristan?

I believe what my eyes can see.

And what I see

is a fool's folly.

And we're riding

right along with him.

Who would dwell

in a place like this?

Someone not eager

to get found.

Stay alert, knights.

When we encounter Merlin

I guarantee

you will believe in magic.

On the ready.

The forest is changing.

This is unnatural.

This is magic, boy.

Galahad.

I am Sir Galahad,

the last Knight of the Order

of the Round Table.

Reveal yourself.

You've been warned.

Swords.

What does the sign say?

"Tread no further

under promise of death. "

It's empty.

Like the threat of the sign.

We move on then.

Stop. It's a trap!

Who dares enter

this secret domain?

Watch these eyes.

Watch these eyes

as they watch you.

In my grasp,

like the snake in my hand, see?

Don't be shy.

Let's get better acquainted,

shall we?

Gotcha!

You evaded my spell

and bested my hollow knight.

I'm must be

getting rusty myself.

I am sorry to inform you,

the only reward

for such misplaced valor

will be sudden death

at my hands, see?

It's what I promised the forest.

Now...

They sent a girl.

Master Merlin.

Get you gone before I forget

how indulgent I've become.

I've come with Sir Galahad

and our knights

to these enchanted woods

seeking your counsel.

What, you and those

rogues back there?

Impossible.

We're hoping you might use

your magic to guide us

as you once did for King Arthur.

Arthur is gone.

Britain has fallen.

And they send a choirgirl

to fetch me.

Tell me,

can you sing a song, choirgirl?

Can you?

La la la la la la.

Go on, do a little dance.

Entertain an ancient man

in the forest.

I was expecting you to be older.

I didn't expect you at all.

That's how old I am.

The less I want, the less I need.

I'm getting younger

by the day, I swear.

It's power. It's magic.

I'm aging backwards.

Granting you the virtues

of both youth and experience, sir.

Is youth a virtue?

One day I'm gonna become as young

and stupid as you are, I should wonder.

I'd like to say I don't have the time,

but I do.

So why are you here,

"better"?

We have chosen to restore

the Knights of the Round Table.

Restore? With what?

With you?

With knaves and scraps?

Galahad's a relic, same as me,

as wanted and useful

as magic is to man.

What do you think I'm doing

living in the forest?

The threat of magic brings us here.

And magic we seek

in order to find it.

The land... it finds itself

under the rule by a dark wizard

who calls himself the Arcadian.

He has resurrected

a twisted Camelot...

a dark and perverse version

of the once glorious kingdom

from which he has unleashed

a reign of terror across the land.

What does he seek?

We know not.

But he razes every town

and hamlet

into ash and smoke

in search of it.

Merlin:
If what you say is true,

there's little I can do for you now

except rid you from my forest,

which I promise to do

to all intruders.

This powder I'm preparing should

make it as painless as possible.

Master Merlin,

I beg not for my life.

I care only

for the towns and citizens

the Arcadian has laid to waste

with his army of enchanted beasts.

Beasts, you say?

What sort of beasts?

Creatures of legend and lore,

long since forgotten

but now brought back to life.

Somehow he controls them

like a weapon.

Someone must make things right

and restore freedom and order

to the land.

And that's gonna be you, is it?

You? You and whose army?

I am Avlynn Pendragon,

daughter of King Arthur

and Queen Guinevere.

You're a liar!

You carry the mark.

Do with me what you will,

but save the world

from the Arcadian's beasts.

This I cannot do.

Am I wrong to believe

in the great wizard Merlin

who once used his powers

to create a kingdom of harmony?

You are wrong to believe

that human nature

allows such powers

to endure,

just as I was

many moons ago.

And I offer you a second chance.

Help me to avoid

the mistakes of my father.

I need your guidance.

It is time.

It's too late for second chances.

Be gone, child,

and do not ever return here.

I will inform the knights

I found you dead

to spare them the disappointment

of knowing your cowardice.

It's her sword and shield.

- She wouldn't just leave us.

- Tristan:
It was a fierce battle.

- We must find her. Avlynn!

- Avlynn.

- Princess Avlynn.

- Avlynn.

Look before you leap

next time, Lysanor.

Your haste almost cost us all.

Good to see you survive

this magical attack.

It was an old trap

long since forgotten.

Galahad,

the Merlin you once knew

is dead.

His is not the magic

that will help us.

In our time,

when our need is the most?

I knew this was a fool's folly.

Never chase a magician

and their shadow, Lysanor.

They'll always disappoint you.

I thought this was

the next road for us

and you.

But with Merlin gone,

what now?

Avlynn:
We are the Knights

of the Round Table.

We carry on the fight

regardless.

We ride to Camelot

to reclaim the Round Table

as ours.

Sentries, draw out what I seek.

Avlynn:
The dark wizard

must have a weakness.

Tristan:
The Arcadian has a flaw,

but he just hasn't shown it yet.

Galahad:
It takes magic

to fight magic, Tristan.

Even you should believe that.

Dismount and surround.

What do you want of us?

Do you serve the Arcadian?

Let us pass, sentry,

or else we'll assume

you mean us ill will.

We are only more than happy

to return the sentiment.

Where are you taking me?

Accursed.

He who is foolish enough

to challenge me,

prepare yourself for hell!

Die, you dog, die!

- Merlin.

- Merlin.

I am the one you seek.

I knew you wouldn't miss

the battle, old friend.

Lysanor:
It is you.

You see, Tristan?

You must believe now.

Why the change of heart?

There might be some things in this world

still worth fighting for.

Then I welcome you

to our brotherhood.

I can see the news of your demise

was greatly exaggerated.

Time will tell.

I'd like you to meet

my son Lysanor.

A champion in waiting.

My father often regales me

with details of your adventures,

leading the knights of old.

Merlin:
Leading?

Your father's memory is not

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