The Dragon Prince

Ba-bum.

Long ago, Xadia was one land...

rich in magic and wonder.

In the old times, there were only the six Primal Sources of magic...

The Sun. The Moon.

The Stars.

The Earth.

The Sky.

And the Ocean.

But a thousand years ago, a human mage discovered new magic...

the seventh source.

Dark Magic.

It used the essence within magical creatures themselves

to unleash dark power.

Horrified by what they saw,

the elves and the dragons put a stop to the madness.

They drove every last human to the west.

And so, the continent was divided in two.

In the east, the magical lands of Xadia.

And in the west, the human kingdoms.

For centuries, the King of the Dragons himself defended the border.

- Forward! - Forward!

The humans called him Thunder, for when he spoke,

his voice shook the Earth and the sky.

But on the eve of last Winter's Turn,

the humans used unspeakable Dark Magic to slay Thunder.

Then, without mercy, they destroyed his only egg, his heir...

the Dragon Prince.

Now the world stands on the edge of all-out war.

Take that, marshmallow monster.

Callum!

It's okay, Ezran.

It's just a thunderstorm. Nothing to be afraid of.

Go back to sleep.

I wasn't scared...

Bait was scared.

Who's there?

Declare yourself, in the name of King Harrow!

Please!

Who are you?

High Mage! Please, it's urgent!

Lord Viren! I've seen something.

Lord Viren, uh... King Harrow hasn't risen yet.

Viren, didn't I tell you if you ever woke me up this early again...

I'd have you executed?

I'll give you a moment.

So, what's so important that you come into my bedroom risking your life like this?

Assassins.

I see.

A scout on patrol discovered them just before dawn.

Well, don't look so grim. We've fought off plenty of assassins.

Haven't we, Pip?

It's different this time.

We believe they're Moonshadow elves.

Moonshadow elves? Then how did the scout escape?

I don't know. It was muddy, wet, dark...

Somehow he got very lucky.

The Crown Guard won't be enough to hold them off.

Send for General Amaya and the Standing Battalion.

The Breach is too far. They'll never make it back in time.

What's tonight's moon?

Full.

Of course it is...

With the Moonshadow elves at the height of their power,

no defense will stand against them.

Then we won't defend. We will attack.

We must find them today, in the light of the sun,

and stop them before it's too late.

Well done, Rayla.

Yeah. I used both of them.

I can see that.

Bait, shh.

Prince Ezran! I caught you!

I was just... admiring them.

Oh. With your hands?

Yeah. They look amazing.

Well, they are amazing, and they're not for you!

Or your little monster, Bait.

Did you just...

You can tell by his eyes he's innocent.

Are you kidding me? I'm standing right here.

Hey!

Prince Callum. Today we focus on the art of...

Art! Finally something I'm good at.

Sorry, sorry. Won't interrupt again.

Please... continue, Soren.

The art of defense is critical in sword-fighting.

Parrying is about angle, motion, anticipation...

Misjudge your opponent, and it's over. You ready?

Uh, I'm gonna have to say no.

Great. Let's do this.

Parry, parry, parry... You're dead.

Parry, parry... You're dead.

Parry... Dead.

Really? Are you sure? Even if I was wearing armor?

Even if you were wearing the rarest legendary armor,

forged by Sunfire elves...

Super dead.

- I'm terrible at this! - Yep.

But you have to practice anyway,

because that's what's expected of a prince.

- Or a step-prince, actually. - What?

What?

Hey, your sister.

- She's gonna walk right into that... - Shh.

Claudia!

Oh. Hi, Callum!

You're no fun.

- Is this new? - Relatively new.

It's only been there for 300 years.