The NeverEnding Story Page #2

The plains people who hunt

the purple buffalo have among them

a great warrior,

and he alone has a chance

to fight the Nothing and save us.

He is our only hope.

His name... is Atreyu.

Atreyu.

"The Empress had already

sent for the great warrior.

"When he finally appeared

on the terrace of the Ivory Tower,

"he carried with him

the hopes of all Fantasia. "

A Little boy.

I'm sorry, but this is not

the time nor place for children.

I must ask you to leave.

If you don't want me here,

you shouldn't have sent for me.

Is he a nut case?

It was not you we sent for.

We wanted Atreyu.

I AM Atreyu.

Not Atreyu the child -

Atreyu the warrior!

I'm the only Atreyu

of the plains people.

But I'll be happy to go back

hunting the purple buffalo.

No. Wait!

Come back, please.

If you really ARE

the Atreyu we sent for,

you would be willing to go on a quest.

Yes. Of course.

What kind of a quest?

To find a cure for the Empress.

And to save our world.

No-one can give you

any advice except this.

You must go alone, you must

Leave all your weapons behind.

It will be very dangerous.

Is there any chance of success?

I do not know.

But if you fail,

the Empress will surely die.

And our whole world

will be utterly destroyed.

When do I begin?

Now.

And you must hurry, Atreyu.

The Nothing grows stronger every day.

Take this.

The AURYN.

He who wears the AURYN

speaks for the Empress.

It will guide and protect you.

Wake up!

Farewell, Atreyu!

Take care.

"At the same time,

elsewhere in Fantasia,

"a creature of darkness

also began his quest. "

"They had been traveling aimlessly

for almost a week,

"but they could not find

a cure for the Empress.

"Neither Atreyu, nor his horse, Artax,

"had the vaguest suspicion that

the creature of darkness, the Gmork,

"was already

tracking them down. "

What? What is it, Artax?

Is it time to...

.. go, already?

I know what you want.

It's time to eat. Hmm?

Good idea.

No. It's a GREAT idea!

No. Not too much.

We still have a LONG way to go.

"Atreyu and Artax had searched

the Silver Mountains,

"the Desert of Shattered Hopes,

and the Crystal Towers

"without success.

"And so, there was

only one chance left.

"To find Morla, the Ancient One,

"the wisest being in Fantasia,

"whose home was the Shell Mountain,

"somewhere in the deadly

Swamps of Sadness. "

Come on, boy. Come on.

That's the boy. That's the boy.

It's OK.

"Everyone knew that

whoever let the Sadness overtake him

"would sink into the swamp. "

You're doing fine, Artax.

That's right.

Come on, Artax.

What's the matter?

What's wrong?

Come on, boy!

What's the matter?

I understand.

It's too difficult for you.

Artax! You're sinking!

Come on! Turn around!

You have to! NOW!

COME ON! ARTAX!

Fight against the Sadness, Artax!

Artax, please.

You're letting the sadness

of the swamps get to you.

You have to try.

You have to care.

For me.

You're my friend.

I love you.

ARTAX! STUPID HORSE!

You've gotta move, or you'll die!

Move, please!

I won't give up! Come, quick!

ARTAX!

The Shell Mountain.

Morla. The Ancient One.

Morla!

Mm.

Arggh!

Huh?

Huh?

But that's impossible!

They couldnt have heard me.

Are you Morla?

The Ancient One?

Not that it matters, but yes.

Please help me, Morla!

Do you recognize this?

Well...

.. we haven't seen the AURYN

in a long time.

We?

Is there someone else here too?

We haven't spoken to anyone else

for thousands of years.

So, we started talking to ourselves.

AH-CHOO!

Morla, I bring terrible news!

Did you know that

the Empress is very ill?

Not that it matters, but yes.

Actually, we don't care.

If I don't save her, she'll die!

There's a terrible Nothing

sweeping over the Land!

Don't you care about that?

We don't even care

whether or not we care.

Do you have a cold?

No.

We're allergic to you.

AH-CHOO!

You know how I can help

the Empress, don't you?

Not that it matters,

but yes.

If you don't tell me, and the Nothing

keeps coming, you'll die too!

BOTH of you!

Die?

That, at least, would be something.

Please help me.

You said you knew the...

AH-CHOO!

We're tired of sneezing. Go away.

Nothing matters.

That's not true!

If it didn't really matter,

you could tell me.

Clever boy.

TELL ME, PLEASE!

We don't know.

But you can ask the Southern Oracle.

How can I get there?

You can't.

It's 10,000 miles away.

But that's so far.

That's right.

Forget it.

Goodbye.

No.

Atreyu wouldn't quit now.

Oh, boy.

"After days and nights

of unconsciousness,

"Atreyu slowly opened his eyes,

"and found himself

in strange surroundings.

"He was clean,

and his wounds were dressed. "

Huh?

Phew!

Leaving so soon?

Hmm?

I was just going to...

I... have to...

I was trying to s...

Sneak away?

Yeah.

I mean, no. No!

I LIKE children.

For breakfast?

Never.

I'm a luck-dragon.

My name is Falkor.

And my name is...

Atreyu.

And you're on a quest.

How'd you know that?

You were unconscious.

And you talked in your sleep.

What?

Could you... get round...

and scratch behind my right ear?

I can never quite reach it.

Here?

Ah.

Yeah.

That's SO good.

Thank you.

So, Little fella,

you're on your way

to the Southern Oracle?

Yes. But it's hopeless!

It's too far away!

Oh, I wouldn't necessarily say that.

You... you know how to get there?

Why, sure.

It's right around the corner.

How did all this happen?!

With luck.

You've already brought me

the entire 10,000 miles?

No. Only 9,891.

As the dragon flies.

You're amazing!

Having a Luck-dragon with you

is the only way to go on a quest.

Things will work out fine, Atreyu.

Never give up,

and good Luck will find you.

It's good to have a friend again.

Mm.

You have more than one.

Look.

Get out of my light, wench!

You're disturbing my scientific work!

You and your scientific work!

What the boy needs now

is one of my potions!

The boy will need

my scientific advice much more.

Yes, yes.

But not until he's well.

Get back to your own room.

I'm going this way.

I'm always finding you in MY place.

Ah! He's well.

Now it's MY turn with him.

Oh, no, you don't!

I decide when he's well.

It's your turn

when I say it's your turn.

Well, Little man. Still in pain?

Mm... a Little. But it's alright.

I like that!

The patient telling

the doctor it's alright?

It has to hurt if it's to heal!

Here Drink that.

Good, mmm?

That's my bat wing broth.

There's eye of newt in there.

Tree mould, old lizard brains,

scales from a rancid sea serpent!

Just where did you

and your dragon come from?

What are you onto?

Anything of interest to

the scientific community?

My name's Atreyu. I came here

to find the Southern Oracle.

Oooh...

Here we go again!

You've come

to the right place, my boy.

I am somewhat of an expert

on the Southern Oracle.

It is my scientific specialty.

It's my scientific specialty!

Why don't you sit down

and be quiet for once?

YOU keep quiet, wench!

Oooh!

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