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If we loose our heads now then what will become of the people? Seal off the infected areas to stop the fever from spreading, summon every healer in the kingdom to find a cure. For those with the greatest need, send ample provisions. Root, find out what is behind this. Root: Majesty. King: What about the drought in the provinces? Advisor #2: We sent wheatherworkers, but their spells had practically no effect. Soon, we'll miss the date for the spring planting. King: Root, can you explain it to me? Why have these hardships struck us? Root: I sense the light dimming, your majesty. King: The light? Root: The light of balance that maintains the world. Messenger #1: Your majesty! King: What is it, now? Messenger #1: Dreadful news, I'm afraid. Messenger #2: Dragons! They have just been sighted off the coast. King: Dragons here? Messenger #2: Two dragons, your majesty. One of them was killed. Root: Dragons, here in the East? I never dreamed such a thing would come to pass. In ages past, dragons and men were one. Those who lusted after wealth chose the land and sea and became man, but those who cherished freedom became dragons and chose wind and fire. Since then dragons and men have remained divided. To hear that dragons have been seen, let alone fighting, means the darkness that threatens us is rapidly approaching. King: Bring the ship's captain to me. I wish to hear more of this. King: And Root, I want you there as well. Servent Girl #1: Your majesty, please- Servent Girl #2: (whispers) Don't. We'll get in trouble! Servent Girl #1: (whispers) But I have to! Advisor #2: What is it? Servent Girl #1: I was wondering if you have seen Prince Arren. Servent Girl #2: You see, he has not returned since last night. Advisor #2: Prince Arren? Gone? Queen: That's enough. Queen: His majesty's quite occupied. Surley you can see that? Servent Girl #1: Forgive me, your majesty. It's just that he's not himself lately and we were worried. Queen: That's absurd. Arren is no longer a boy. In fact, he's seventeen. Please, forgive this heedless interruption, your majesty. The people of Enlad deserve your undivided attention. King: Very well. Queen: Sire. King: I must attend to my correspondents. Advisor #3: Yes, your majesty. King: I'm seeing things. King: (panting and looked at Arren running away) Arren. (dies) (The title shows, "Tales from Earthsea" with the dragon paintings. The screen fades black and fades back into the calm sea. The screen moves to Sparrowhawk's ship. Sparrowhawk's ship was sailing across the sea, and the sailing wind blower went down carefully, and Sparrowhawk was rowing. Sparrowhawk's ship landed to the sand, and Sparrowhawk moves his ship to park to the sand. He wore his cape, grab his wand, he sees the destroyed castle and looked around. He walks up to the sand hill and he saw to rusted ship. He saw it silently, and he walks to the bottom of the ship. He went inside the bottom of the ship, he stepped the bone, and he saw the bone that they died. He heared the wolves howling, he went out of the bottom of the ship, and he saw the wolf howling on top of the sand hill. The wolves ran away, and the screen cuts into Arren riding the horse faster. The wolves were after Arren with his horse, and they ran faster. The wolves sees Arren riding with his horse, and the wolves run on front of Arren with his horse. Arren went the other way by other wolves chasing after him, he went faster and then the wolves appeared from the hill and tries to bite him. Arren and his horse fell off the sand hill, and Arren landed perfectly. The wolves blocked Arren from the center, Arren was angry, and he was panting for a calm. He lets go of the king's sword, and he standed still. Arren was not angry.) Arren: So...you are my death... Sparrowhawk: Are you all right? Sparrowhawk: Steady there, lad. Sparrowhawk: Is this what you're looking for? Sparrowhawk: This is dangerous country for travelers. You were lucky this time. You must be hungry? It's not much, but you're welcome to it. Here. Sparrowhawk: So, do you have a name, lad? Arren: My name is Arren. Sparrowhawk: Arren. That means, swords in Enlad, doesn't it? (taking out his water pooch and drinks it.) Well then, you were a long way from home. Arren: How can you know that? Sparrowhawk: That blade you are wearing was forged with magic. I doubt that you have yet the power to unsheathe it. Sparrowhawk: What is it? Arren: Nothing. Nothing at all. Sparrowhawk: Arren, if you have nowhere to go, you are welcome to come with me. I doubt that our meeting here was just an accident, and I'd welcome a companion. Sparrowhawk: Arren, are you coming? Arren: I don't even know your name. Sparrowhawk: (with his smile) It's Sparrowhawk. Sparrowhawk: More ruins. Farmers abandoning their land. There's more to this than just poor harvests. Sparrowhawk: Come, Arren. We should push on. Arren: Excuse me, Lord Sparrowhawk? Sparrowhawk: Sparrowhawk will do. What is it? Arren: Sparrowhawk, where is it we're going? Sparrowhawk: Right now, we're heading to the next town, but where the road takes us then... I'm afraid I don't know. Sparrowhawk: You're getting tired? Arren: No. Sparrowhawk: We're almost there. Come on. Sparrowhawk: There it is. That is the Hort Town. Arren: Are those people criminals? Sparrowhawk: No, they're slaves. Here, people are goods to buy and sell. Arren: Trading in human lives? Trader: (telling to the people) Two guineas, gentlemen? Do I hear two guineas? I have two guineas! Do I hear three guineas, Sold to the gentleman for three guineas! Innkeeper: I've got no more room! Why don't you try the stables? Sparrowhawk: I'm sure you can make room. Street Seller #1: I have gauzes from Sowl! Silks from Lorbanery! Only today! Street Seller #2: Furs, felts, beautiful woolens! Arren: (talking to Sparrowhawk) Is this some kind of market day? Sparrowhawk: No, lad. It's like this year round. Vendor: (to everyone) Silks and satins, canvass and fleece belts. (to Sparrowhawk and Arren) Oh, well, good day. Looking for something you need? (grabs the shiny white silk) Then, how about this silk? One of Lorbanery's finest? Fine as a mayfly's wing. Sparrowhawk: I don't have a wife for such delicate gifts. I need a cloak for my young friend. Vendor: Hmmm... A wizard without a girlfriend, eh? Arren: But, I don't really need a cloak. I'm fine. Sparrowhawk: Arren, you don't expect to go about the way you are do you? And I suggest you hide that sword on your belt. Vendor: If its cloaks you are wanting, fleece felt from Gont. The highest quality. Sparrowhawk: Four warped strings to the finger width. This is Andradean work. On Gont, they are known for using six or more. Vendor: (growls) Sparrowhawk: (said closly to her faster.) You used to be a sorceress. Why disgrace yourself by selling fakes? Vendor: Because, people don't believe in silly, foolish tricks anymore! Maybe my goods are not what they seem, but at least they are something you can touch. Not mere lies and air like magic and sorcery! Arren: Sparrowhawk! Arren: Let go of me! Hazia Dealer: Calm yourself, young master. I have something. (grabs the box from his pocket.) This is especially for you. (opens the box that is filled with hazias.) It will open the door to bliss. Here, try on. Arren: What is it? What is this? Hazia Dealler: Hazia, my lord. Ha-zee-aa. Take on. Leave sorrow and fear behind. Arren: No more sorrow and fear. Hazia Dealer: That's right. You'll never again be troubled with the misery and suffering of this world. No payment necessary, it's my pleasure. Mmmmmm. Sparrowhawk: Arren! (talking to the Hazia dealer) Is there something I can help you with? Hazia Dealer: Hmmmm... This is your friend? Hmm... Perhaps you would like to pertake yourself. I'm sure wizards have troubles, too. Sparrowhawk: Yes, perhaps. But, none of your where's could ever hope to reverse. Hazia Dealer: (growls, spits at Sparrowhawk's feet and closes the box) Save us from the arrogance of sorcerers! (put his box inside his pocket, ran away, and halts to Sparrowhawk and Arren.) Oh, and I suppose you have lost your powers, too! (ran away) Sparrowhawk: (talking to Arren) Just know, Hazia is not something to flirt with Arren. Look. Sparrowhawk: Eating Hazia brings with it a feeling of euphoria, but then the spirit abandon's the body and wanders aimlessly in the dark, and When it returns, more and more Hazia until finally, death. Sparrowhawk: Arren? Are you alright? Sparrowhawk: Are you feeling better? Sparrowhawk: (took his hood off) The wind is fresh up here. Arren: Something's not right with this town. Sparrowhawk: Not only this town, lad. Farmer's crops are withering away. Their sheep and cattle are sick and dying. I've even seen people who have lost their minds. Arren: Do you think that it's some sort of pestilence? Sparrowhawk: No. If that were true it would be a sign that the balance was trying to right itself, but this? I fear that someone is trying to destroy the balance, and there is only one creature in Earthsea capable of creating that kind of evil. Only one. Sparrowhawk: Well then, are you feeling enough to return to the inn? Arren: I'd like to rest up here just a little longer. Sparrowhawk: Very well. (puts his hood on) I'll be waiting. Be careful. Arren: I will. Arren: (looked furious and whispered) Slave traders! Slave Trader #1: So, you were a witch? Slave Trader #2: And an ugly one of that. Hare: You won't fetch very much with a face like that. (grabs her face with his hand) Just a few guineas I suppose, but we can still have a bit of fun. Hare: OH!! OWWWW, MY FINGER!!! Hare: This little witch has spirit. I think I'm going to enjoy this. Slave Trader #2: Who's there? Make yourself known. Hare: Well, well, what do we have here? Little boy? Go ahead, take him! Slave Trader #2: No hard feelings, boy. Just following orders. I'll make it quick! Slave Trader #2: (laughs) Or maybe you would rather be a slave, eh? (laugh shortly) Beg for mercy. (laughing cruley) Slave Trader #2: Ohhh. Change your mind? Arren: Life is nothing to me. Slave Trader #2: So, you want to fight, eh? (chuckled) Slave Trader #2: Draw your sword! Slave Trader #1: Now, it's my turn. Hare: Hold on, boy! You don't care what happens to the girl?! Arren: (whispers) Go ahead! Hare: If you really want her that much, heh, you can have her! Hare: Come on, men. Arren: Are you al-- Young woman's voice: Therru! Therru! Arren: Therru. Arren: A bird... Hare: So, we meet again, little boy. Hare: Take him. Hare: He should fetch a good price. Don't be too rough with him. Hare: (laughing greedly) Take him away. Hare: Oh, look at this piece of junk. Heh, you couldn't give it away! Driver: Give it up! It's no use! Arren: (whispers) Quiet! Driver: Silence or I'll feed you to the hounds! Driver: Come on! Get moving! Guard: What's going on? Driver: I don't know! (wips at them) All of you lazy animals! What the devil is wrong?! Arren: Sparrowhawk. Sparrowhawk: We must go, Arren. Sparrowhawk: Can you stand? Arren: What about the others? Sparrowhawk: I left no one bound, what happens now is up to them. Arren: I don't understand. How did you find me? Sparrowhawk: When you didn't come back, I scoured every corner of Hort Town. Finally someone told me they saw a boy taken by slavers. I was left with no choice but to summon a finding spell. Arren: (feeling sorry) I'm sorry, I was foolish. Sparrowhawk: No, it's my fault. I shouldn't have left you. (looks at Arren) Forgive me, Arren. Tenar: Who's there? Sparrowhawk: It's me, Sparrowhawk. Tenar: Sparrowhawk? Sparrowhawk: Someone's been hurt. Sparrowhawk: I'm sorry, it's very late. Tenar: It is you, Ged. Come in. Tenar: He's alsleep. Sparrowhawk: I'm sorry to have taken your bed. Tenar: He needs it more. Here. This'll warm you. Sparrowhawk: Ah... Thank you. Tenar: You haven't changed at all. Sparrowhawk: (wipes his mouth) Mmm-mm. You're keeping well, Tenar? Tenar: I suppose. Although, it hasn't always been easy. And you? Still wandering as before? Sparrowhawk: Ahhh... That was good. (gets up) It has been a long time. Tenar: It has. Sparrowhawk: As Archmage, I've got no time to wander. Not as I once did. Tenar: What brings the Archmage so very far away from his home? Sparrowhawk: Ill tidings come from every corner of Earthsea. Things are desperately out of balance. Strength is ebbing from the world as if the sun's light were failing. Tenar: And what about the art magic? That as well? Sparrowhawk: Yes, it's as if the blood were flowing out from our very veins. Tenar: And you're looking for the answer? Sparrowhawk: Yes. Tenar: (gets off the table and comes to Therru) Oh, dear, we woke you up. (touched Therru gently) Come in. Don't worry. This man is an old friend of mine. Tenar: This is Therru. She's been with me for five years, now. Sparrowhawk: Call me Sparrowhawk. Please forgive me for waking you. Therru: Hawk? Tenar: Therru never speaks to strangers. You should feel very honored. What is it? Sparrowhawk: (steadying the look of Therru) Could she be...? Hare: Lord Cob? Cob: Enter. Hare: Please, forgive this interruption. I have bad news to report. Cob: What is it? Hare: (puts his head down) I'm afraid some of our slaves have, um... escaped. Cob: I see. You've lost my precious merchandise? Hare: Rest assured, my lord, we have recaptured most of them. Cob: And? (turned his face around and looked at Hare and the goons.) What about those who still elude you? Hare: We will have them soon. We are scouring the countryside. Cob: (gets up) You are a fool. (with his heart magic) Do you not think you cannot be replaced by another? Hare: Please! It was a wizard who interfered! It was him... with a scar on his face! Cob: What's that? A scar on his face? (smiled) Sparrowhawk, the Archmage pays me visit. Fine him for me, Hare. Or else. Hare: (gets up and panting) I won't fail, my lord. Cob: I've been waiting a long time for this, Sparrowhawk. Therru: Tenar. I brought the water in. Where is she? Therru: Tenar. Are you still asleep? (crouched forward to the bed) Tenar? Are you sick?
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