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Meow.

What manner of sorcery is this?

Wow!

- Sir Lancelot, um... - He's so handsome.

- I... We... - Wait!

Aren't you Merlin's errand boy?

- Apprentice. - He's like a angel-man.

Whoa!

The devil...?

What? How did I...

- Jim! Are you okay? - Troll!

Troll! To arms!

Wait! Chill out, lads!

Chill? Out?

Take a breath, all right? He's one of the good ones.

There are no good ones.

Monsters are forbidden in Arthur's lands.

You'll hang before the king for your insolence.

Whoa, he even talks like an angel.

Wait, what's an "insolence"?

Let go of me!

I want my one phone call!

This place was cooler flying.

Claire? What happened?

What are we doing at a Renn faire?

Aah!

- Jim! - We're prisoners in the, uh, Dark Ages.

Mid 12th century with no way home.

It's not an ideal situation.

Ideal? Jim has a shard of evil magic in his chest!

Actually, I'm still hurt, but it feels different somehow.

Modrax's miracles, he's right!

When we jumped back in time, it must have frozen the corruption in place.

Uh, seems I missed a lot.

- Don't you work at the cafe? - Part time.

And thanks for always tipping, by the way.

He's Merlin's apprentice.

- It's a long story. - Open the gate!

We have foreigners awaiting judgment for King Arthur.

Nah, no worries.

Camelot's my old turf.

Just follow my lead.

- Be inconspicuous. - Aye for prisoners! Coming!

Gunmar's threatening our borders.

Double our patrols.

Here are the trespassers, my lord.

A Troll?

I thought I made it clear,

your kind are unwelcome when I banished you all from the realm.

- Don't you mean "betrayed"? - Morgana!

Inconspicuous, remember?

You gave the woods to enchanted creatures like these.

You'd break that vow?

These beasts care not, especially not this spy of Gunmar's!

Stop calling me a beast!

Wait. Gunmar?

Your Highness, ahem, it's good to see you again.

- And you are? - Hisirdoux, Merlin's apprentice.

I assure you he is no threat.

That's my judgment to make, boy.

Trolls are born of magic...

as you are of blood.

How is their nature a crime?

When they ravage our lands, take our loved ones from us.

I made these laws to hold this fragile land together,

and they will be abided!

Leave the wood, the penalty is death.

What? No! Wait, wait!

- I'm not a Troll! - Whoa, hold... hold on!

Isn't this a bit hasty?

Bring him to the sunlight.

Jim! No!

Stop!

Shadow magic.

Morgana...

is this your witchery?

Cease it at once!

Just because you're scared of him doesn't mean he shouldn't exist!

It doesn't make him evil.

But it makes him dangerous.

I will not fail to protect my kingdom!

If you give in to fear, that is failing.

The girl speaks truth. Please listen to her.

Hmm...

Fine. I will show the Troll mercy.

He will live...

in the dungeon.

Jim...

He's alive.

We'll get him out eventually. Just trust me.

As for you, Hisirdoux, shouldn't you be with Merlin?

Uh, yes. Well, I was busy recruiting these two.

They're here to help in the... in the war!

This is Claire of the House of Nuñez.

And... well, this is the village idiot.

Oh, me? I'm just an "in-so-lent" knight.

All-state champ! Sir Steve of Palchukia!

Hmm, if you truly be friends of Camelot, then prove your worth.

Hisirdoux, rejoin Merlin.

Sir Steve, to Lancelot in the barracks.

- As for you, Mistress Claire... - I'll take the girl.

I could use a new handmaiden.

It is done.

Now, out! I have a kingdom to protect.

Get in there, creature!

You belong in the darkness!

At least it's not the Darklands.

So, what are you in for, skinny?

- What? - Ugh! Your crime?

Being a Troll where I'm not supposed to, I guess.

Same.

Arthur has a sick sense of humor.

Steals my homelands, then says I'm trespassing there.

Now Trolls are forbidden

along with anything else that's not a fleshbag.

Actually, I'm half fleshbag.

Yeah, and I'm half goblin.

Waka-chaka!

Hey, that better be mud.

He's at war with more than just the Gumm-Gumms.

Ask Arthur, the only good Troll's a dead one.

Same goes for goblins, gnomes,

and any other so-called "monster" he doesn't understand.

- The name's Callista. - I'm Jim.

Welcome to the rest of your life.

- Well, that went better than expected. - Are you kidding?

Jim's in prison and I'm the servant to a sorceress who tried to kill me.

Even worse, I can't get a signal!

Technically speaking, she hasn't done that yet.

I don't care! We're not supposed to be here.

We should be home, together, helping our friends in the present.

Their present. The future!

Whatever!

We can't return home... yet.

Look, Merlin always insisted we never mess with time.

We'll have to find a way back without screwing up history,

or there won't be a future to go home to.

Aw, man!

Just like in that movie Future Warrior 3, when the robots killed Alfred Einstein.

Yeah, exactly.

So, how do we get home? You're the wizard expert here.

The Time Map! It's here with Merlin!

It could show us the way back to the present without damaging the past.

Then what are we waiting for, Dumbledork? Let's go get the Time Thingy!

What about Jim?

Lake's probably safer down there than we are up here.

It's settled. We'll play our roles and stay out of trouble while I get that map.

Hisirdoux, do you have feet for hands?

All the Slorr juice?

You know how long it takes to milk one of those?

Sorry, sir. I was just trying to save time.

Ugh, that hair was a mistake.

I remember this.

"Your cutting corners..."

Has only cost me time.

It's hard enough creating Arthur's new weapon without your mucking about.

I need you in the workshop, and you're milking the Slorr.

Well, here's hoping this doesn't break the time-space continuum.

Hey!

- Aah! - Um, hey, me.

Aah! Doppelgänger!

You... you're me. I'm me!

- No need to panic. - Well, how... how...

Wait, this can only mean one thing.

Time travel paradox.

Double Douxies? This is a disaster!

Give me a break, Arch!

Oh, wow. This is wild!

Let's focus on the here and now.

- Where having two of us will be... - Will be a logistical nightmare.

I agree, uh, so the easiest solution...

Is for one of us to go away till I return to my time.

Great idea!

- But which one of us... - Interminus nocti sluumberso!

I know this looks bad, but I swear I've got this under control.

If that were true, things in the future have really changed.

Ha ha.

Just don't go blabbing to Merlin, okay?

I need to stay incognito.

Aah!

Fine. This should be fun to watch.

Hisirdoux, what is taking so long?

Just cleaning up another mess.

Swore I'd never do this again.

We spell-casters should be fleeing to the Wild Wood,

not slaving away for that fool...

Mind your tongue, Morgana.

- You speak treason against our king! - I speak truth.

After all Arthur's done, why build this amulet for him?

It's not for him. It's for all of us.

Gunmar's war is a threat and the amulet will end it.

The Time Map!

Dragonstooth iron must be strong enough to contain the Daylight Stone's power.

Aloochan gloria meia!

Blast it all!

Hisirdoux, stop gawking about and give me a hand with those raw ores over there!

Apologies, Master.

How many more failures before you realize this amulet of yours is pointless?

I hear your concerns, but trust me, the amulet will bring peace.

At the cost of all we hold dear!

How long before he comes for us?

You're a fool, Merlin.

And an old one at that.

Oh, forget her. We've got this, right?

What is this strangeness?

Put your hand down.

It's a high-five. It's a sign of victory amongst barbarian tribes.

It's... It's a new thing.

Human customs are terribly odd.

Indeed.

You don't seem yourself today, Hisirdoux.

Well, except for your inability to tidy up.

No more distractions. Go milk the Slorr.

- But I... - Dismissed!

I'm very impressed

at how remarkably bad you are at impersonating yourself.

Hello? S-Sir Lancelot?

Lance? Buddy?

Oy!

Prepare yourself, lad. Ha ha ha!

Let us spar.

Krav Maga!

Come at me, scrub lord!

A worthy insult.

Let's see if your combat is as good as your boasting.

Huzzah!

Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

Uh?

Die!

Yah!

When one fights, all secrets are laid bare.

And I know yours.

You are no knight; You are a pretender.

What?

You're not the first squire who faked noble lineage to seek glory.

Your secret's safe with me.

You've much to learn, and I will train you.

Really? Ow!

You are an odd squire,

but you have a trustworthy face, Sir Steve of Palchukia.

Wow! Thanks, Sir Boss-man.

You're like the really big brother I never wanted.

Really, really big.

Oof!

Hey, girl.

Just gonna...

Just gonna come in for a quick little milking.

Just gonna be one little squeeze.

No, no, no! Aah!

It's in my mouth!

Uh... Morgana?

Reporting for handmaiden duty.

Hello?

Morgana?

Hello?

The Shadow Staff.

Aren't you curious?

My new handmaiden, familiar with dark magics.

- I saw it in the court. - What? N-No.

- That was just... - What do you know of the Shadows?

No idea what you're talking about.

Don't play coy, little lamb.

You're hiding your knowledge from me and from Arthur.

You stood against my brother to save a Troll,

a magical creature like myself, like us.

The others fear our potential and would quash it.

But I do not fear magic.

It is true strength.

Aurai capernus umbra!

Will I ever be strong enough to save those who are different from his wrath?

You're stronger than you know.

Maybe you could convince him, your brother, to change,

to set them all free.

He was a good man once...

but after he lost Gwen,

the scars on his face now match the scars on his heart.

Why would he listen to me now?

Because people can surprise you sometimes.

He's too arrogant to see his war is misguided, but I must act.

Arthur's bloodshed ends today.

What is this treason you speak?

- Brother! I only meant... - I've heard enough!

Your sympathies blind you.

These savage beasts never cease to attack us on sight!

Because you drive them from their homes,

imprison them in the dungeon below, and don't expect them to come for us?

You're right.

I've lost enough to them.

I'll not endanger my people by keeping enemies within these walls!

Yes. Wait. Wait, you wouldn't...

We destroy those monsters at dawn.

No.

I, uh... I forgot how much I hate milking the Slorr.

Ugh! Please!

I think Lancelot broke my everything.

And I still don't have the Time Map.

One wrong move, and we will screw up history without even knowing it.

We have to change history!

Arthur's had enough. The Trolls are gonna die at sunrise!

Oh, blimey Balroths!

How are we supposed to stop this and stay inconspicuous?

It wouldn't be a problem if I just had my Shadow Staff.

I know you said to lay low, but we can't let Jim die.

Yes. Let's see what this future Douxie is capable of.

You're right, sod the rules.

It's time for a dungeon break.

- No way! - Ah! Oy!

Young gentleman of Palchukia, join us in our nocturnal libations.

We are looking for the Holy Grail!

Oh, well, it's not in that one either!

Where do you think you're going, buddy boy?

Dude, I'm keeping the guards busy...

while having a righteous time! Ha!

Yeah-heah! Drinking with knights!

I'm so stoked for my first brew... uh, today.

Pucker up, buttercup.

This be my onion brew.

It'll put some hair on your everywhere!

Cool.

Uh...

Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!

- This is going to end badly. - Drink!

Ooh, I can't wait.

For the glory of Merlin...

- For the glory of Merlin... - Ugh, stop saying that name.

Merlin's in league with the fleshbags who put us here.

I'm trying to manifest a Sword of Daylight.

He made it to save the Trolls.

Pfft, those guards must have hit you harder than I thought, kid.

- Nobody's saving anybody here. - Jim!

We're breaking you out.

Your stay in Terror Tower is over, mate.

And presto, one liberated Troll.

Take that, death! I elude you once again...

Shh!

♪ Call me Steve, all-state champ ♪

♪ I'm chilling with my bros In this prison camp, unh ♪

- Such wordplay! - Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

The lad's a poet!

♪ I'm MC Steve and I'm here to say... ♪

Oh, King Arthur!

♪ Boom, chicka, chicka... ♪ Ooh!

- Arthur! - Men, draw your swords.

It is time we rid Camelot of its enemies.

♪ My lord Arthur's in the building ♪

♪ Watch out, y'all He's here to do some creep-killing ♪

- ♪ Get out of here ♪ - Now, now, everyone just stay calm.

Lancelot, your squire seems touched in the head.

Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!

Wha...

The beasts are free!

Stand to!

Oh!

Huh?

- Is this part of your plan? - I'm improvising!

Quick, through the alleys! They can't catch all of us!

Knights of Camelot, after them!

- Sound the alarms! - Oof!

Merlin! I mean, Sir Merlin, Sir Wizard...

We have a situation!

Ow!

No.

I take that as you're not coming.

Did you see where they went?

Quick! In here!

This way, sir! Don't worry, sire, I'll freeze them on the spot.

Then do it! This way, men!

Charge!

What trickery is this now?

Oh, fuzz buckets!

I must have cast an Infinite Hallway by accident.

You know how frustrating magic is.

Uh, let me... let me just find the right spell.

Wizard, remove this enchantment or I'll remove your head!

Hagar's ghost!

Dragon on the loose!

Get out! Dragon!

- Morgana, I... - I couldn't stand by either.

Go!

Come on, skinny legs. I know a safe place, in the woods.

You get them home, Trollhunter.

I'll keep the knights busy and find you later.

Ugh, come on!

We don't have time for this!

I promise!

The sun! Get back!

Men, after them!

Get this open at once!

Sorcery!

Morgana!

Onward! Faster, men, faster!

By the seven rings, how did you manage that?

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Easy!

Don't let them get to the trees!

Aah!

Who wanders into my woods?

Hold, men! Hold!

Gunmar?

Little king, these Wild Woods are my domain.

I command the souls of all under its shade,

and I decide who lives or dies!

You can only push us so far, human.

This isn't over!

War is coming!

Can't believe I'm saying this, but thank you, Morgana.

Thank you, handmaiden.

You inspired me.

Now keep your head down.

I will handle my brother.

Arthur is furious.

He's locked down the castle.

Luckily, he thinks you're so incompetent, you can't be a suspect.

At least we got Jim and the prisoners away safe.

- Where are you going? - To get that Time Map.

Hopefully with Arthur on the hunt,

I've got a chance to finally snatch that thing.

Looking for this?

Or perhaps this?

Oh, fuzz buckets!