Pathfinder

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...North America was invaded by ruthless

marauders intent on settling its shores.

Something stopped them.

What follows is the legend.

We are the People of the Dawn.

This land has been our home

for countless generations.

There's a prophecy that tells

of a creature, swift of foot...

...white as snow.

When he is seen,

change follows like a storm.

He can't stay with us.

His skin... His eyes...

Like some kind of evil spirit

that has never seen the sun.

A demon.

He is not a demon.

He is a boy.

Blood runs true.

He will turn into a monster.

Like his fathers.

If we put this child

in the cold to die...

...who will be the monsters then?

She speaks the truth.

The boy...

...has destiny among the People.

He stays.

Who are you, little one?

Little savage.

Kill this vermin!

You are no son of mine!

Let me help you.

Ghost.

Come on, let's go!

Come on! Over here!

I see the young ones.

Welcome.

Your journey has ended.

You've come early

for the spring trade.

Since when does the Pathfinder

come on a trading trip?

I come for more than trade.

Give it to me. Give it to me.

Look, it's the Quiet One.

Play for us.

It's mine!

I'm gonna get it.

She's beautiful. Isn't she?

There was an avalanche

during the winter hunt.

How many dead?

Three of the four hunting parties.

Among them

he who was to take my place.

Have you chosen another?

It will be one of them.

But which one?

I do not know yet.

Your daughter has become

a woman, Pathfinder.

And we are turning into old men.

You've been old men for some time.

Tonight we celebrate

the circle of the braves.

Perhaps you can lead the ritual?

What do you see?

The prophecy...

...is coming to fulfillment.

The People of the Dawn

have always had a Pathfinder.

Our tradition obliges the people...

...to choose a successor.

Daughter...

...he has yet to earn

the right to be here.

You are still haunted

by the demons from your past.

Until you face them...

...you will never know

who you really are.

Then I will find my own path.

Son.

If I cannot be a brave...

...then who am I?

You were born to the Dragon Men,

but you are ours.

Farewell.

Farewell. See you next year.

Look what I got. It's a flute.

You got a flute.

- Goodbye, son.

- Goodbye, Father.

I won't be gone long.

Oh, so pretty.

Goodbye, Mother.

- Be safe, my boy.

- Hey, Ghost!

No, go.

Come on.

Farewell, my son.

Don't go too far by yourself.

How come you're always so serious?

I'm here to look after you.

Will you take care of my doll too?

Both of you, I promise.

Go with her.

No!

Quickly, gather them up!

Run! Run!

No! No!

No!

Mother.

Wait!

Show some respect for our host.

Even though they are savages...

...they should be treated with honor.

Death by the blade!

Father!

This one looks different.

Maybe this one can use a sword.

Take it away before he hurts himself.

Bring me his head!

This savage knows our ways.

Where is his head?

I lost him.

Damn you!

He'll lead us to the next village.

I want to kill them all.

Good. Wipe them out and cleanse

this land before we settle here.

- It was over there.

- I heard it too.

Father, those tracks.

Get away.

He's bleeding.

Father!

He is close.

He must sleep.

And so must I.

What is it you dream of?

- We should not have taken him in.

- My fear is that he is dangerous.

Our friend is not to be feared.

This bears the mark

of the Dragon People.

It is they who hunt him.

- What if they come here?

- They will kill you all.

Down to the last man,

woman, and child.

They may let one of you escape

so they can follow you to the next village.

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