Willow - First Season

Willow: Our true enemy is still out there...

- (Gasps) - (The Lich growling)

and the only thing standing in its path is Elora.

Sorsha: You are the bravest man I've ever known.

But you're not a great sorcerer.

Elora: Willow said I was Elora Danan.

The truth is, I'm not special.

I'm rather fond of this girl.

I need you to bring her home.

Ballantine: If she's out there, we'll find her.

Prunella: Did you tell him? Who she really is?

The child has revealed herself.

No rest till we find the girl.

Merrick: What's gotten into you, Commander?

Told me the legend of the Kymerian Cuirass.

Your father spent five years searching the world for it.

I know 'cause I was with him.

I've done it, again and again, and guess what?

Nothing's happening.

If you ever wanna see Airk again, you have to focus!

She was Elora Danan once.

She isn't anymore.

Tuatha authrock mora hoatha!

Boorman: It was ten thousand years,

and about three weeks ago,

Thuul, heir to the Kymerian Empire, had been sick as a child.

When his father died, his younger brother, Tiberius,

felt he'd make the stronger king.

For forty days, Tiberius lay siege to the capitol,

starving his own people to force his brother to abdicate his throne.

So, their mother, Annabel,

a fay of the Grove,

forged for her son, Thuul, a cuirass of pure Khromium.

Then she assembled the Lux Arcana,

a magical key that activated the enchanted armor,

so it would only serve he who was worthy of its awesome power.

So, with no army at his back,

no knights by his side,

Thuul, the Rightful King of Kymeria,

rode out of the city gates to meet his tyrant brother

and two thousand Death Dealers. And he...

This is really fascinating.

Uh, I can tell they don't call you "Bore Man" for nothing,

but could you just tell me about my father?

Well, I'm trying to. But you keep...

Okay, well, can you make it short?

You know, your generation has, like, zero attention span for-for epic tales.

I love tales, okay?

Well, excuse me for trying to add a little bit drama and context

to the night that we left Tir Asleen

to find the Cuirass and use it to defend the realm.

From the Crone?

Crone,

Gales, the Wyrm,

everybody's got a scary name.

They all mean the same thing.

It's the darkness that swallows...

Jade: Oi.

Where's Elora?

Seriously?

Throw a leash on that chit already.

Spread out. She couldn't have gone far.

Graydon: Elora!

Miss Muffin!

Aw, nuts. Really?

Ballantine: Hey, kid.

What are you doing?

Orders from the Queen.

I'm taking her back.

Wait. Hold on.

Ballantine: You know who she is?

Then you know why I can't... (Grunts)

What... What was that?

What's wrong with you?

Nothing.

You're not yourself. You need help.

- Willow can... - Don't...

make me kill you.

Willow: Stop!

Commander Ballantine says he's here on orders from Sorsha,

to take Elora back to Tir Asleen.

Hmm, is that so?

It's not up to the Queen to decide anymore anyway.

It's up to Elora, and it doesn't look like you asked her.

Ballantine.

Princess.

Hold on.

Someone just concisely recap everything I missed. (Pants)

No? Okay, I'll have a go.

Ballantine's lost his mind

and he's trying to kidnap Elora on that horse.

Stay out of this, Boorman.

I can't.

Back in your scabbards, boys.

I have to take her.

Oh, I want you to.

I really do, but... maybe we should discuss this first.

He doesn't serve Tir Asleen anymore.

Do you, Commander?

I don't give a mule's soft wispy bits who he serves.

She's with us,

and he's outnumbered five to one.

I-I don't know how much I'm gonna be able to contribute here, Silas.

Four-and-a-half to one.

Who said I'm alone?

- (Jade grunts) - (Ballantine yelling)

- Free her! - Me?

Are you sure I'm qualified for something like this?

- Just do it! - Okay.

Silas: What are you doing?

A diversion. Help them. Shiv someone.

What are you doing?

I'm rescuing you.

- Was no one else available? - Uh...

- (Silas grunting) - (Ballantine yells)

Elora!

They got her.

- Can you track them? - On it.

Willow: If we catch them by sundown, we can get her back.

Ride on ahead.

- What happened to them? - Infected.

- Poison? - Possession.

One of the Gales must've touched one of them with his staff.

Ballantine. Pinned him down.

Turned him.

Is the real Ballantine still in there?

Merrick?

Can they still be saved?

They're still in there, but...

bad magic is corrosive, it eats away at you until there's nothing left.

I'm sorry, Graydon.

When did you become High Aldwin?

Oh, no, that's right. You're not. I am.

All right, let's move out.

Silas: Damn it, Bessie, you're faster than this.

Graydon: I blew it.

When there's an opportunity to be heroic,

or (scoffs) even competent, I... I... I freeze up.

My father calls me an embarrassment to the name of Hastur.

And he's, he's right.

Nah. Well, tell him it wasn't

a particularly illustrious name to start with.

Silas: Why have they stopped?

Graydon: "The stars align, the door is open.

"The sphere turns, a god is awoken.

"Extinguish the flame, snuff out the light,

"and exile the child to the Thirteenth Night."

Ah, so you speak cursed Pnakotic?

They're gonna kill her, aren't they?

No. If they killed her,

her spirit would endure, be reborn.

But if they banish her,

they can imprison her soul for all eternity.

It's what Bavmorda was trying to do when I stopped her.

The Crone knows we're following.

And, what exactly is in there?

Willow: A noxious twilight veil.

A swirling vortex of rage and madness there's no escape from.

Come on, there's not a moment to lose.

I think it's broken.

I can mend it.

Then, you guys just lift up the wagon

- and I'll slip it back on. - (Graydon whimpers)

- Seriously? - Yeah.

You can't just, uh, levitate it or something?

Ehh... No.

Okay. It's really good having a sorcerer on this quest.

We should ride ahead.

If we let her, the Crone will use this storm to separate and weaken us.

We have to stay together.

Kit: I'm gonna go get water.

Let's lift up a wagon.

Jade: Whatever it is, just say it.

We're not gonna catch up to them.

And even if we do, what happens then, you know?

They're turning into...

monsters.

Look, I'm sorry, but if there's a chance that we have to kill them, we...

We can't hesitate.

I didn't hesitate. I was trying to save you.

I don't need saving, Jade.

I can take care of myself, okay?

No, you can't. You can't, Kit.

Every time we spar, I beat you.

I... (Sighs)

What?

You're saying...

you let me win? (Chuckles softly)

Why would you do that?

Because, Kit, your mother...