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Sword of Omens, give me sight beyond sight.

Anything?

I don't understand why the elephants sent us here.

The book says the stone is in their village. The sword does too.

Maybe you're not seeing the forest for the trees, Lion-O.

We might not be able to see why yet...

but coming here might be the key to locating the stone there.

She's right.

You don't have to be a cleric to feel the forest's magic.

There's something else here too. A cheerless and gloomy presence.

It's like the forest is inhabited by...

- Ghosts? - Ghosts?

- Spirits. - Woooo. Aah!

Ghosts? Spirits? Souls?

I don't care what you call them, they all give me the willies.

You two.

Huh?

- Go get some firewood. - Why do we have to?

You're smaller than me, you're younger than me...

and you're not good for much else.

Ugh! Fine.

Come on, Snarf, maybe we'll see a ghost.

Whatever you do, Snarf, stay close.

- Boo! - Yaah!

What a scaredy Snarf.

- He sounds like the ThunderTank. - Hmm.

Father used to snore like that. Remember?

How could I forget? It's the one thing you inherited from him.

You still don't think I should be king, do you?

Does it matter what I think? The sword picked you.

Maybe it chose wrong.

No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to master sight beyond sight.

You just have to believe in yourself. She seems to.

You know we're gonna have to settle this eventually.

May the best cat win.

- Ghosts. - Ghosts.

And they're coming from the wood.

Always say, the problem with ghosts is you can't punch them in the face.

Don't worry, I've got something that never fails.

Thundercats, ho!

Until now.

Be gone, evil spirits, or face the wrath of the Wood Forgers.

Snipps, scatter these spirits to the winds.

Gami, fold them a nightmare so they can see what fear really is.

And with a mere stroke of my brush, your frenzy is put to rest.

Did they just defeat them with paper?

Nunchucks are a weapon. Swords are a weapon.

Paper isn't any kind of weapon.

- That was amazing. - And just in time.

I'm Lion-O, lord of the Thundercats.

Welcome to the Magi Oar Forest, Lion-O. We are the Wood Forgers.

Quickly now. It's not safe here.

This is the School of Paper Arts, and I am its headmaster...

tasked with training our students in the various disciplines of wood forging...

in order to carry out our mission to protect all in need.

Magi Oar is an enchanted forest...

whose power we harness through paper in order to protect it.

Protect it from whom?

Viragor. A monster known to swallow men whole...

and snatch children in the night.

He doesn't look so tough.

I don't think he's been drawn to scale.

He seeks to drive us from the forest...

so he might use its power for his own evil intent.

Not long ago, it looked like he might do just that...

until we built this paper mill.

Once, it took an entire day for a Wood Forger...

to produce a single sheet by hand.

This mill can produce thousands in the same time.

Can the forest sustain such loss?

The forest is big and only through its lumber...

can we protect it from Viragor.

Come, there is more to see.

Tell me, Lion-O, what brings you so deep into these woods?

I was sent here to learn to see.

Then you should know seeing is about perspective.

- What do you see? - It doesn't look like anything.

Not from here.

Huh. It's me.

While details are important...

it is only when you step back...

- that the entire picture comes into view. - No wonder you're the headmaster.

- He's here. - Who?

Viragor.

Get out of my forest.

I will not let you terrorize us another day, beast.

Wood Forgers, attack.

You forget, I'll always be stronger than you, Zigg.

I don't need paper to harness this forest's magic.

They helped us, time to return the favor.

Ho!

Come on.

Sorry, he's not on the menu.

Maybe the sword's changed its mind about you.

Don't break on me now.

Aah! I loved that staff.

Huh?

- Gotcha. - Uhn!

If we lose the mill, we lose everything.

Don't worry, he's about to be grounded.

Maybe this is a bad idea.

Eye of Thundera, spirit of Jaga, Sword of Omens, do not fail me now.

Thunder, thunder, thunder.

Thundercats, ho!

Why aren't you working?

What am I not seeing?

The big picture, that's what.

Probably another bad idea.

You're gonna eat me, aren't you?

Thinking about it.

Only through Lion-O's sacrifice was the school saved.

I'm afraid there's no way he could survive his encounter with Viragor.

Don't you worry about Lion-O. He'll be fine.

Kid can take care of himself.

You're getting heavy, bug. Mind if I drop you off here?

You won't. Because you're not evil, Viragor, are you?

Have you not been paying attention?

The Sword of Omens wouldn't work against you or the spirits.

I thought it was me...

but it's because the sword can't be used against a force of good.

Interesting theory.

- Willing to risk you life for it? - I am.

Let me show you something.

The Magi Oar is an ancient forest, one I've cared for, for centuries.

I thought that was the Wood Forgers' job.

They sure give that impression, don't they?

No, they're merely guests. And they've outworn their welcome.

I allowed them into the forest because I believe in their mission.

But Zigg wanted more power. That meant more paper.

So he built the mill.

Once they were content with fallen timber, now they strip my forest.

Don't they understand? These trees are alive.

That mill must be destroyed.

I'll help you.

The beast returns. Wood Forgers, ready yourselves.

Wait. Lion-O is with him.

You haven't been telling us the whole story, have you, Zigg?

What is the meaning of this, Lion-O?

Viragor's no monster.

He did break my staff.

- Sorry about that. - He is the true protector of this forest.

Is your vision so misguided you've taken up his cause?

You're one to talk about misguided vision.

It doesn't have to be this way, Zigg.

Your school can exist in harmony with the forest.

Some must suffer for the greater good, Lion-O.

And who decides what the greater good is?

You still can't see the big picture, can you?

I think I'm finally starting to.

You have failed to learn your lesson, so I must try a stricter approach.

Wood Forgers, attack.

Huh?

I really miss my staff.

Good thing I still have my flink.

Not so tough without your notebooks, are you? Hah!

The mighty Viragor, broken and defenseless.

Not completely defenseless.

You see, my sword seems to be working again.

It's time for you to start seeing things in a new light, Zigg.

Thunder, thunder, thunder.

Thundercats, ho!

You are no longer headmaster of this school.

I am.

I owe you my thanks, Thundercats.

A gift from the oldest tree in this forest.

It's alive with great magic.

I accept it with great humility.

Now, Lion-O, wanna try putting what you learned to use?

Sword of Omens, give me sight beyond sight.

Let's go get that stone.