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We're about to see something no man has ever seen.

Chimera receives you. Our city is a shelter for many.

As long as there's any hope Tink is alive, we have to keep looking.

Gotta get out of here. There's only one way out of here.

Kids like us go in there, and they never come back.

The Maker created you broken, but the Nameless One can give you power.

It's not your fault, you know. But I'm the throne warden. It's my one job in

the world to protect him.

A tale ain't finished till the teller says so. You could find your brother,

yeah?

The Igabi family has been sighted. Come here.

Fangs have followed you here, placing all my people in danger.

Why does Nag seek you? What possible purpose could one little family serve in

this war?

They are heirs of the Shining Isle.

Is this possible?

It's true. I am the queen of Ymir. Set us free at once.

Chimeras to war!

Some poetry?

The day is ours.

Take me back. I can't go to sea.

What's wrong with Grandpa?

What is that?

Sea dragons.

Lords of the sea, I am Podo Helmer.

I know you.

Our anger is deep.

However, for the sake of the song maiden, the ship, May pass.

You're letting us go?

Grandpa can sail the dark sea one last time.

Dear Arthur, we've snared you such a fine beast. Finally complete your

transformation.

Are you ready to become truly extraordinary?

Thelma!

What is that?

Calamar?

Son?

Don't come any closer!

I know you're confused.

Where am I? Son, it's me.

It's your mama.

Remember who he is?

No matter how angry I got at you for leaving, or at myself for letting you

go, the only thing I cared about was that I miss my little brother.

Son, what's your name?

Do you remember?

My name is Kalmar.

My father was Esben Wingfeather, and I'm his son, the High King of Neera.

And you're my mama.

Two in the brig.

Catch me if you can.

But you can't.

Yeah, that's actually pretty great.

Cow,

see if Baxter hid any more of his muffins up there.

How you forget what muffins smell like?

Mama,

what is it? What's burning?

Aniera. The Isling shine.

Shining Isle.

Burning.

Burnt.

Mama, what does it mean?

It means we keep sailing.

To the Green Hollows as we planned.

You heard her, lads.

Steady on.

Look aloft.

We keep her east until she's settled in Tan Roll.

You know I've never seen it.

And I'd so dearly love to one day.

Maybe the files will go out, Pono. Maybe when the smoke's cleared we can... I

don't aim to get burned again.

We'll put down new roots in the hollows.

Oh, would you forget an era so quickly? I'm not forgetting it.

Couldn't forget it if I wanted to.

But I can't fix it either.

Smoke your pipe, old man.

We keep to the path ahead of us.

Oh, you're right, of course.

We trust to the mysteries of the maker.

Morning is here, whether you're ready or not.

What is your name?

You know my name, Mama.

Ah, what is your name?

My name is Calmar Wingfeather.

Hi, King of Onira.

Come on, King.

We've been up for 20 minutes.

Feet on the floor.

There's a hot berry bun in it for you.

How long till we get to Banrona?

Maybe today, maybe tomorrow.

Are you worried?

It's a whole new place, and I'm... Well, look at me.

Oh, yeah.

You're the cutest king I've ever seen. Cut it out.

You know what I mean. Listen to me. I grew up with hollowsfolk.

They're tough, but they're sensible.

They just need to get to know you.

And you can tell them you're a king. King of what?

A pile of burning rocks?

Yeah, right.

Being High King is about more than just a castle or an island.

In the absence of those things, it's about who you are.

And maybe more importantly, how you are.

Are you kind?

Are you just?

Are you concerned for the well-being of others?

Those are the marks of a king.

Whether he has a castle or a throne or a shining island or even

just a pile of rocks.

Never you mind what the hollowsfolk say.

Be who you are. And soon enough, they'll understand.

Courage, Kalmar.

Janor?

I'm okay. It's just... What's wrong?

Every time it hurts...

It's a reminder.

I still don't trust him.

Well, that's the job.

What, he's getting bitten?

Yes, maybe so.

You may not like it, but scars are the mark of a throne warden.

Each one tells a tale, most of them good.

Really?

I took this one when Esben got himself locked in a horse stall with a snapping

diggle.

Guess who had to come down through the roof and save the day?

This one.

I got it from riding on the back of a Huppertus Glees right through the royal

armory.

Long story.

But how do I protect him from himself?

I don't know.

But that's the job.

We ward the throne.

The throne of what?

Inira has fallen.

It's true.

The Shining Isle is smoke and ashes, and that darkness is wide over the land.

But the darkness is seldom complete.

And even when it is, the pinprick of light is not long in coming.

And finer for the great shroud that surrounds it.

Two ships from the east!

Coming about!

Port and starboard sides!

Kalmar, go below with your uncle.

They hail from the Hollows!

Looks like they mean to have a conversation with us.

Lili, play a Hollowsfolk tune.

If they're from Van Rona, they'll know it.

How about... My Home in Rona?

Yes, that's a good one.

Far away though I have wandered I can

hear the winds of home Where the trees hang heavy with the

fruit of growth Far away my feet have

traveled

I can see the hills of home where the meadows blossom

with the

and the green

It'll be all right. Chimeran vessel, state your port of origin and your

business. We are the Enramir, sailing from Chimera. We seek a safe haven.

I am no outsider.

My name is Nia Wingfeather.

What? We thought... I see.

What was thought lost is very much alive and has returned for safe harbor.

Shall we?

We'll take you to the Keeper, and he will decide your fate.

All hands, we escort them east.

To Ban Rona!

They call it the Watercraw.

No ship can breach its defenses.

Jurgen says that if you step foot into the sea again... Ayla, I'm pretty sure I

know what they said.

Who is she?

I don't know. Does anyone recognize the banner?

I have to lock them in.

They're all staring.

And with good cause.

These folk haven't seen outsiders for many years.

The only reason the hollows are free of fangs is because they close themselves

off. They won't suffer strangers lightly.

Listen to me.

I'll do the talking. Be polite.

Be careful.

Calmar. It's going to be okay.

Wait until I call for you. Do you understand?

Yes, ma'am. You too, Artham.

Understood, Mia.

Good. Courage.

No foreign ship has entered the Watercross since the fall of an era, and

the eyes have nagged the nameless.

Present yourselves and be known.

The Green Hollows gave warmer welcomes when I was last here.

But how? I heard you were. There will be plenty of time to explain.

Are you going to invite us to come ashore?

Aye.

Travelers from Scree, be welcome. I am Broderick Banyorna.

Keeper of the Green Hollows, safe haven is yours for as long as you require it.

Hollows folk, this is Nia Wingfeather, Queen of the Shining Isle of Anera, a

daughter of the Hollows, returned home at last.

Thank you, Keeper.

We've been fugitives for a long time, and we are in your debt.

You know my father?

Tordohelmer. It's good to see you again. It's good to see you, too.

Oscar Nos Retip. At your service, Keeper. I look forward to perusing your

grand library.

It is real, isn't it?

Oscar is a faithful friend through many trials, and these are my

children. Jannar and Lili.

And... Artham Wingfeather, Throne Warden of Aneera.

As I'm sure you remember.

I seem to remember there were three.

Yes, there are. And I'll ask you to take care with his condition.

His condition?

Trust me, as you once did.

This is Kalmar Wingfeather.

My son.

High king of the Shining Isle.

The king?

Or is it really him? He's just a child.

It's all right, son.

Enemy at range.

No! Bubbles, away!

It's not a sweat.

Wait, stop.

Bind it, quickly.

And get a muzzle.

Please, wait.

You touch a hair on his head so help me. Papa, no.

Be still, Richard.

Stop. This is my brother.

Keep calm.

Don't give them a reason. Is it for you to say?

Blondin, kill the thing.

Don't let it near the children.

Cage it.

Roderick, please. This is not the way.

This is my son.

I implore you, all of you, listen to me.

Stand down. Silence.

Now.

I said, silence.

There

will be no killing.

Or caging. Or burning.

Ban Rona is safe because of its rules, but it's honourable because of its

justice. Then give us justice!

Aye, justice will be served, but not by a mob.

We stick to the old ways, take them to the keep.

The Council of the Seven Territories is called to order.

We've no wish to offend the Queen of the Shining Isle.

But it cannot be denied, by whatever means, this boy is... This boy is a

fang. We can't let one in, under no circumstance.

We never have, and why start now?

We keep them out.

Keep us safe.

We're no lovers of fangs.

They chased us from our home in Glipwood, and we've been running from

them ever since.

And you fled all the way to Chimera?

Aye, all the way to Chimera.

We had no choice but to go north or be eaten. We faced trolls at Fingap Falls,

the stranders of the East Bend, slavers in the Fork Factory, even fought off a

Gargon rock roach.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Fork Factory.

Aye, and we crossed the Dark Sea, braving Sea Dragon and Storm to get here

today.

We seek naught but a safe haven and space to mend.

The Hollows has always been that for me and for Nia, too.

We'd see it be so again.

Even so, this haven comes with a price.

You may think we know nothing of the fangs and their cruelty, but we do.

When Nag's army overran your kingdom, we smelled the smoke a full day before we

saw it. We sailed to Aneera to give aid, but it was too late. The whole island

was put to torch, and it was overrun with Nag's army.

Flames scorched the sky.

I saw fangs dancing in the fire and trolls roving the hills.

I saw other creatures too, things that lumbered and wailed and leapt over the

burning houses.

Aera was a ruin, and we feared the green hollows would be next.

So we hove about and sailed east with fang ships in our wake.

The watchers of the watercrawl weren't prepared for a fleet of fang ships.

The fangs followed us right into the harbour, thousands of them.

We put out fire after fire.

Launched stone after stone. We clothed them with our swords. We swung upon them

with our hammers. We loosed our bows and flung our spears. And it was not enough.

In the end, we grappled them with our very hands.

Many of us died.

Your family in Banrugan.

Malak and the rest of the Iggyby clan.

Yarly Craig and his five daughters.

Your cousins, Nia.

All gone.

Nag and his fans have plagued our lands for nine years, searching for the jewels

of Aniera.

Six times they've attacked in force, tried to break through the Watercrawl,

and each time they've tried and failed.

Again and again, we've driven them back.

At great cost, we have held them against the sea in the west, and they dared not

come through the Blackwood in the east.

But over the years, the Cloven have grown bolder.

A way as perilous even to them.

Cloven?

Wasted things that rove the forest in its edges.

For years, our northern borders too were untroubled. The fangs were vulnerable to

the cold and ice.

But recently, a new threat came to the hollows. Something like your son.

You can't compare this thing to Kalmar. Since we trapped it, its condition has

only worsened. It grows more dangerous by the day.

Speak, or can you speak at all?

That's all I can say anymore.

Whoever this was, they've fallen farther away than my son ever will.

What do you mean, whoever this was?

I know this is hard to hear, but they're people, like us, melded with other

creatures, twisted into fangs by Nag the Nameless.

Fang? He's right.

Any of those monsters could be your kin.

Changed by a dark magic, and you've brought it here?

Into our home?

Oh, you.

You've been keeping secrets, Keeper.

You're not helping your case much, Nia.

Nag stirred up something sinister in the deeps of Throg, and nothing good can

come from it.

Not in the boy, not anywhere. You're wrong.

What Nag means for evil, the Maker turns to good.

I know.

Another fang! Careful, Libby.

You are in the presence of the throne warden of Aneera, and I am no fan.

How can this be?

When I sang the melding song, my heart cried out for young Kalmar, not with

fear or hatred or despair, but with love.

And then, I don't know how, but I... I changed.

Wait, please.

Let him show you.

Nag bends things for breaking, and the maker makes a flourish.

Evil digs a pit, and the maker makes a well.

Maybe you were a throne ward then once, but where's your ward now?

The king is gone. The throne is a ruin.

No, no.

The maker makes, wakes the maker, makes a way. He's going mad.

Stand down.

Arrows fly, and so must I.

We have no other choice. Change it.

Cast it out. Into the wood.

With the cloven! It's too dangerous.

We must keep ourselves safe.

There is a way to stop this.

No, Nia. It's too risky.

You know the terms.

They cannot deny me. Once you do this, you can't undo it.

Mama, what are you doing?

I'm with you.

Mia.

By your creeds, you must acknowledge my declaration.

There must be another way.

It's her choice.

I claim Turule.

What?

Turule is a claim that binds one life to another.

Any protection or privilege bestowed upon your mother is now Calmar's.

And any penalty or punishment bestowed upon him... Oh.

It's a punishment on her.

It's an unbreakable covenant.

Torelei. So be it.

His life is now bound to yours.

Torelei is given.

My feet have traveled, but I can see the hills of

home, where the meadows blossom with the flowers of Rona,

where the hounds lie down by the ember fire.

For the hills and hollows of my home.