In the Name of the King III Page #2
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Uncle Tybalt tried to fight back, but...
Terrowin ransacked the castle and...
we were forced to flee.
Ulric.
We have brought a stranger.
It's a magical potion.
No, it's a chicken soup.
Even a Shaman must eat.
Hungry?
Who are you?
Who am I?
Hazen Kaine.
You're not from these pads,
Hazen Kaine.
How did you find yourself here?
- You tell me.
- I'll tell you when you tell me.
Come down here.
Be careful. Slippery.
The marking.
What is it with you people and the tattoo?
This marking is given out to those
with intuitive gifts.
Very few warriors
have this ability.
What ability is that?
To see into the lives of those...
who are intertwined
with his own destiny.
Now follow me.
Come on.
Come along. Follow me, Hazen.
Have a seat.
That's my chair.
Your chair is over there.
Give me your hands.
I want you to close your eyes...
and tell me exactly what happened
before you arrived here.
Man, I ain't got time
for this bullshit.
Hazen?
I'm trying to help you here, okay?
Close your eyes.
I put some kids into a container.
One of the girls had a gold medallion.
I took it from her, locked the container
and moved to my car,
The medallion.
Which had similar symbols
as my tattoo.
Some kind of portal opened
and sucked me into it.
Everything went black
and when I woke up,
- And here I am.
- Who are these children?
- It was just a job.
- Just a job?
That is no job
for the man carrying the mark.
Maybe you have a job
to do here Hazen.
- We're all connected some way.
- I'm not connected to you people.
You are on a path that you must
follow to it's end.
And that end might come sooner
than you think.
- He will lead us in battle.
- The hell I will!
- Hell is also closer than you think, Hazen.
- Look, I wanna get out of here.
Are you going to help me or not?
- But the marking speaks of your
destiny here. - Damn the marking!
- We need your help!
- It ain't my fight!
- Please, Hazen!
- You know, he's right.
We don't need him.
This man cares solely for himself.
He's vile, selfish and speaks
like a coward.
- I pity your children.
- They are not my children.
Then they are lucky.
If you want to reach home,
you must follow the path of courage.
And when the time is right
it will lead you home.
Your time is now, Hazen.
You cans stay here, or come with us.
I really don't care.
But you must understand,
things have not been easy for her.
She blames herself
for Terrowin's assault on our kingdom.
- What happened?
- Terrowin wanted her hand in marriage,
but she loathes him,
and our father
would not force her to marry.
Terrowin was enraged.
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