Dragonheart 3: The Sorcerer's Curse Page #4

At least not like this.

You did this to me.

When our hearts were shared,

I suddenly found

words in my mouth.

Do you have a name?

Back home I am called,

Hissyoxyillammochogannatoss.

So...

How about something simpler?

Uh, I know.

You're a dragon.

How about Drago?

Drago.

Drago.

It'll do.

Why did you save me?

For your mercy.

The young dragons,

sit in their shells.

Without thinking of yourself,

you saved them.

Gareth. Great!

No, no, no.

It's all right.

They're friends.

They're friends.

Me, human.

You, dragon.

Been through that, thank you.

It speaks!

A witness

to a dragon and knight

sharing a heart.

A knight?

You?

Yes.

Sir Gareth.

Very well.

I can use a knight

to help me rescue the eggs.

In the wrong hands,

a great harm can be done with them.

Follow me.

Why don't you fly down

and burn them all to a cinder?

Watch.

Hurry! It's coming!

Keep the fires stoked.

You heard that!

Downwind!

I'll take a tongue for

every one that goes out!

The sorcerer has cursed me.

By day or by the light

of a torch,

I become ghostly.

If you can darken some torches,

I can get the eggs back and fulfill

my duty to raise the dragons

as friends to mankind.

And if we return

the eggs to you,

will you help us

defeat these savages?

Gladly.

Intruder!

Intruder!

Prepare!

Oil!

Fire!

Soon, my child.

You will understand

what I have in store for you.

Hmm.

Paint can't hide your true skin.

A southerner?

So far from home.

What brings you over the wall?

Are you a spy?

Ah.

You like my treasures?

I prayed

that the prophecy

would bring me one dragon

that I could make my own.

Stay down.

But nine?

They will grow up knowing me

as their only master,

and when their wings are strong,

they will fly over your wall

and show your people

the horror they've shown mine.

Tie him to the tree.

This is what happens to those

who stand against

the tide of the moon!

They share each other's pain.

Water!

Bonded,

just like Merlin said.

If you die,

so does the dragon.

So valuable.

Brude chose the moon

to be his spirit guide.

When it ebbs, at dawn,

his powers will be

at his weakest.

Sleep now, Mother Moon.

Swell thy belly to

bring upon a blacker night.

Come.

We're going hunting.

I can bring forth a fog

so thick it will

hide your movements,

yet so natural

they'll never suspect it's me.

You better be worth

a hundred crowns,

or I'm frying the lot of you.

Lorne.

Here.

I can do this.

Earth and water,

blackest bog,

water and air,

white as fog.

White as fog!

White as fog!

What's this?

Sorcery!

Horses from the trees!

Brace yourselves, men!

Get out of the way!

I'll take that.

Catch!

Ha! Ha!

You'll need more

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