Seventh Son Page #2

Mother?

Yes, it's me.

- How's it possible? You look...

- Is this your daughter?

Are you a loyal girl...

like your mother?

So this is your spy

that follows Gregory.

I like your shoes.

Human father.

Lizzie, you surprise me.

Help yourself to the blood cakes,

little one.

They give you strength.

Soon the blood moon will be full,

and as it grows stronger,

so do all of us.

We must call the others.

Pendle Mountain welcomes you,

brothers and sisters.

Your queen has returned.

Do not dally, Mr. Ward.

What kind of forest is this?

When you address me,

address me as Master Gregory.

So... Master Gregory,

if... if I'm your new apprentice,

- what happened to the old one?

- Wrong question.

Wrong questions get wrong answers.

So he's dead.

It is just a ghast. Level-six creature.

These woods are filled with them.

Try not to upset it.

It should leave you alone.

What do you know

of what a Spook actually does?

You kill creatures of the dark.

Your answer...

it fills me with confidence.

We tend the creatures of the dark.

Some are less harmful, such as ghasts.

The most dangerous, such as witches,

we trap or kill.

My last apprentice wrote this all down.

Yeah. And he's dead.

Well, I'm just saying maybe

he didn't do everything right.

William Bradley was the finest

apprentice I've ever had.

He died at the hands of Mother Malkin.

The witch queen?

I thought she was just a legend.

You live in a world now

where legend and nightmare are real.

Malkin is alive.

We journey to her fortress in

Pendle Mountain, where she no doubt hides.

Mr. Ward.

Mr. Ward. Mr. Ward!

You passed out.

You have spells, boy. What kind?

Sometimes I...

I see things.

Things that haven't happened yet.

Could be useful.

Not the passing out part, of course,

but the visions perhaps.

- What is that?

- You mean who?

This is Tusk.

Loyal as he is ugly.

These things that you see

in your visions,

can you alter them or are they fixed?

I... I don... I don't know.

I haven't really tried.

With a little help,

most of life's curses can be a gift.

There are my beauties.

Returned as I knew they would.

Tender them, Tusk.

- What is this place?

- Home sweet home.

This is incredible.

We must arm ourselves

for the journey to Pendle Mountain.

Come, Mr. Ward.

"The Falcons.

An order of noble knights...

dedicated to combating

the forces of darkness...

and responsible for passing

their knowledge and skills

to other seventh sons of seventh sons."

It... It says here that there are

a thousand of you.

That is a very old tapestry.

They all died

or were turned to darkness.

When you deal with dark,

dark gets in you.

So, you're the only one left?

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