Albion: The Enchanted Stallion Page #3

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has grown with every passing year.

Some believe that day

to finally be at hand.

Ah, this oughta be good.

Did she like it?

She hasn't said anything.

Huh.

I'm in another world?

"I'm in another world?"

There are portals between our two worlds

that are ever-changing.

Evie.

Dear Evie,

the Danaan people need your help.

Wake up.

Wake up.

Wake up.

Who are you?

What are you doing here?

I have absolutely no idea.

Where did you come from?

Vermont.

What land is this Vermont?

I don't really understand the question.

Why did you steal my horse?

I know you're not my horse,

I was just...

Can you please allow me to continue

questioning the prisoner?

Why did you steal my horse?

Your horse?

No, I swear,

I didn't know.

You don't need to swear.

You couldn't tell a lie

if you wanted to.

The scepter won't allow it.

You are not in charge of this quest.

She could be a Milesian spy.

What do you mean you brought her here?

Are you insane?

We're on a perilous mission

that could include death and torture.

Hey!

The last thing we need is

a frightened little girl.

- Hey!

- Would you please be quiet a moment?

No, I won't!

Who...

Who...

Who are you?

Where are you from?

Who is this crazy horse?

And why are you acting like

you're having a conversation?

You're not a little girl, Evie.

How does everyone know my name?

- Dag Dia told me.

- Who's Dag Dia?

The Kelpie.

The horse.

No, she is not going with us.

I'm not going anywhere with you.

Exactly. Kindly hand me back the Scepter

and we'll be on our way.

This is the Scepter of Truth?

Really?

A powerful priceless artifact,

and you go around announcing

that we have it to the world!

No, he didn't tell me.

The cave of revelation did.

The strange man.

Really?

I've heard legends of magic in there.

Men who could turn into

horses or vice-versa.

Something like that.

Kelpies, they called them.

I never believed that, though.

Just blarney from halfwits.

Thank you.

Look, please help me.

I need to go home.

My father's not well.

- It's Christmas!

- What's Christmas?

Christmas.

You know, Santa?

Has these elves that help him

fly around the world

in one night delivering

presents on a sleigh

pulled by magical reindeer?

Sorry, can't help you.

I'm incredibly busy

trying to save my people

from certain annihilation.

And unfortunately, it's a bit

time sensitive, so...

No! She's not coming with us.

She's obviously mad.

Would you like to join us on our quest

that has absolutely

nothing to do with you

and bears no consequence

on your future whatsoever,

upon which you,

as a small helpless child,

will almost certainly perish?

- No.

- Well, I tried.

- Let's go.

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