Mythica: The Iron Crown Page #5

- They've disappeared.

They're gone.

- What are you talking about,

what are you talking about!?!

I told you to keep an eye on them,

and you can't find them from up here?!

I'll throw you overboard,

and you'll find them from down there!

- I know they were somewhere,

somewhere around here.

- There, there it is!

Teela, we're here.

Friend or foe?

- Le's ask him.

Hey, you there!

We're friends with Teela.

You know, Teela?

See how friendly he is?

Any ideas?

- Don't show fear.

- You should have said that first.

- Kill, kill, kill.

Ah, yes!

- I'll get him sir.

- Get me closer,

I want them to see my face,

as they die by my hand.

- Yes.

- Marek?

Marek, can you fight?

Markek?

Thane, tell your lady

we need our wizard back

or this is going to be over very quickly.

- Need a little help.

- Whoever you are, you need to help us,

or we are going to die!

- You!

- That's right, look up,

and see the end of your

insignificant little lives.

- Either way, you lose.

- Yes, all mine.

I feast on the soul of

the mighty Gojun Pye.

The sweet succulence of victory.

- Gojun.

- You served your purpose, old friend.

- No!

- Bloody warlock, again!

- He left me no choice.

In his last moments,

I looked into his mind.

You, were his final thought.

- If I have my way, I'll

be your dying thought too.

- You murder for pleasure.

- Only to fulfill my rightful purpose.

- Fyke him, he's pissin'

all over my party.

Make it a double.

- I'll take back what is mine.

Stolen from me by betrayal,

and finally returned to

its rightful possessor.

Yes, come to me.

- Fyke!

- Run!

- You cannot hide from me, Marek!

There is no escape!

- Teela?

- Touch me not.

- Teela?

- Teela is with me.

We are the goddess Ana-Sett,

reborn to dwell in the

world among mortals.

- What about the Darkspore?

How will you help us?

You lead us here, for what?

- You may impart the Darkspore to me.

- But can you keep it safe?

- Not here.

I will fly from the

temple, away from Szorlok.

- Szorlok, he'll break through.

More running and hiding.

- It's what Gojun Pye wanted us to do.

It's why we're here.

- It doesn't feel right.

It's what we've always done.

- We have no other choice.

- Unless, Ana-Sett, where

is the Hammer of Tek?

Is it real?

- The Hammer is real, but it is lost.

- You wouldn't give

Szorlok the last piece,

not for a faint hope on some magic hammer.

Gojun Pye wanted you to

give it to the goddess.

- We'll never beat Szorlok

unless we stop running.

Gojun is gone.

I can't follow his lead anymore.

- So, you would entrust

the Darkspore to Ana-Sett.

She cannot hide forever.

I will hunt her down.

I will make her suffer

as any goddess should.

- I didn't come here to

listen to more hollow mockery.

I'm here to make an offer.

You have the Iron Crown?

Yes, I know of Hammerhead's treachery,

but are you bold enough to

make the same trade, with me?

- You cannot fool me Marek.

You seek the Hammer of Tek,

and you would wish to destroy

the greatest magic of all time

and forsake your destiny as a necromancer.

- Call it what you will,

but I'm letting you

choose your own downfall.

Give me the crown, and you

can have the Darkspore now,

or you can chase Ana-Sett

the world over for it,

and keep the Crown.

Who knows, maybe you'd make

a good Kind of the Dwarves?

- It's fitting you would

bring me this piece.

Your mother once brought

me that same shard.

- You lie!

- You know what's true.

The Darkspore flows

through your very veins.

She clutched the Darkspore to here chest

as you grew in her belly.

Month, after month, you drew

in the Darkspore's power.

Swam in its shadow.

- Make your choice.

- At last.

- I am death!

I am the Lich King reborn!

Witness the birth of a god!

You foolish child.

You have sealed the fate of

everything that draws breath,

so begins the Age of Death.

- Doesn't look too bad so

far, this Age of Death.

- You have made

an unexpected choice, Marek.

The Lich King will not delay.

His aremies will rise from

the graves of ancient battlefields.

They will march on the

lands of the living.

If you seek the Hammer,

you must make haste.

- We will, where do we start?

I only know the Hammer was

used by Tek, god of the forge.

- When Tek battled the

Lich King Vekru Nom,

he was stuck down at the

hill known as Battlegrave.

Tek fell to his death, swallowed

deep in the Underworld.

The realm of the dead.

He took the Hammer

there, and cannot return.

- There's a first time for everything.

- I'm staying.

- That's not exactly Teela, Thane.

- It is, and it isn't,

but I dedicate myself to her,

my life and my sword.

- Rise, Paladin.

- I haven't forgotten, I am here.

Thane, I am yours as long as you are mine.

- There she is, Teela my love.

That's Teela alright.

- Teela, I'm sorry for what I did.

- Oh, don't be sorry.

Yours is the hardest path and the darkest,

and it will grow darker

still before the end.

- Thane,

have a good time.

You deserve it.

- Watch out for her.

- You are my first, and truest friend.

- Marek, I have always believed in you.

If anyone will do it, you will.

- Thane and I will gather

resistance to slow Szorlok.

We will warn the people,

save as many lives as we can.

- Dagen and I will get that

Hammer, or we'll die trying.

I've made a terrible mistake.

I've traded the fate of the

world for this hunk of metal.

- Someone had to choose, Marek.

- Why me?

Why not someone else?

- Because you're the

only one crazy enough,

to choose the impossible.

- Just like that, Thane

and Teela, gone in a flash.

You know, they're probably

at some gloriously

seedy tavern by now, sipping drinks.

You've teleported before

Marek, what gives?

- Her magic's not like mine.

You have to be sanctified.

- Well in that case, you can keep it.

I'd rather walk.

How funny would it be, if we

died of thirst after all this.

- Stop.

- Stop what?

- Talking.

On the banks of the snowy river

my love and I were merrily wed

as we felt for a fleeting moment

that our joy would never end

for our hearts were bound together

stronger than an iron wall

but the sound of the distant battle

they all meant to hear the call

stranded between love and duty

stranded what is there for me

stranded between love and duty

stranded what is there for me

torn between my solemn beauty

and the one thing that mattered more

I could not forsake my beauty

but to face an ugly war

stranded

stranded

stranded

stranded

what is there for me

so we stowed away by starlight

and we sailed until we were free

but at times when I look at the mirror

a coward stares back at me

stranded between love and duty

stranded what is there for me

stranded between love and duty

stranded what is there for me

stranded between love and duty

stranded what is there for me

stranded between love and duty

stranded what is there for me

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