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You went, didn't you? seb!
Was "the truth" in the beacon?
No. Confusion and panic were in the beacon.
Do me a favor, type on this.
"tara had a nice, pink frog...
"that did not scare her."
Uh, what are you doing?
That poem on there.
I typed it and it happened.
The creepy goat appeared. It had golden eyes! It chased me, seb!
You fell, didn't you? Did you hit your head?
That's it. This is getting weird.
You need to get some sleep.
We start school tomorrow, remember?
But who left me that message, seb? Who?
Oh, the goat, obviously. Touch-typing with little hooves.
stop it.
You know, we don't really have pink frogs out here.
Tara: I know.
Tara: Forget it.
"festival of fate." I create my own fate.
What are you talking about? A lawyer.
I'm meeting one today to challenge this mayor
Over the festival he's having here.
Oh, hello, look who's here.
Seb told you?
I did not leave the note.
But, awesome!
Why didn't you wake me?
I don't know.
You looked so peaceful.
Jakey boy!
Um, what are you doing here?
Still packing up. There's always more than you think.
Crimson: Have you got your room keys?
take mine.
The keys made the same noise as the recording.
Of course, crimson's got motive.
We move in, she loses her home, and her job.
You should have seen the weird potion stuff she was making.
Definitely a witch.
You had to bring it back to magic, didn't you?
Look, she's just somebody out for revenge.
We can both be right, you know.
The tapestry saw it coming when it predicted the fire.
Guys don't wave.
Hey. Hey.
So, I won a couple of tickets
To a retrospective of the hyperion mysteries at the movies tonight.
Actually, I was the only one who entered.
You are such a geek.
Well, I was gonna see if you want to come.
Oh!
I would love to.
Oh, don't worry, it's not, you know, d word.
Oh, totally not a d.
If anything it'd be a w for "whatever."
D stood for date, right?
Yeah.
Tonight at eight. Don't be late.
At evermoor school, we like to teach our own history.
Read it, learn it, love it.
Any questions?
Aren't you the mayor? I am.
It's a small town, man's gotta earn a living.
The festival of fate is upon us for another year,
And, later this week, we will witness
One amongst you join the noble ranks
Of the everines in the choosing.
You children are the future of evermoor.
This is your festival, this is your time.
And you get a day off.
Pop quiz for our new arrivals.
Who are the everines?
In the mists of time, the everines controlled the destiny of mankind,
Weaving the future with their magical golden thread.
And what happened to the everines
When they started fighting amongst themselves,
And brought the world to the edge of chaos?
Sorsha.
The gods robbed them of their power.
And the everines were cast to the earth, where they...
Sorsha?
Where they could only foretell the future with their golden thread,
Never again able to create it.
Miss crossley, the book's contents not captivating enough for you?
She saw the movie.
Care to share it with the group?
Literally saved by the bell.
What is that?
I wish I knew.
So what does that predict?
Lesson's over. Please leave.
Uh, what are you doing here?
I'm your lawyer.
But you're the mayor.
Man's gotta earn a living.
But I hired you to fight the mayor.
Yes, about that, I must tell you
In my professional capacity,
And with complete impartiality,
The mayor's got a pretty strong case.
You're the mayor!
Hey, when you hire my counsel, you get my counsel.
I... I don't want your counsel.
Hmm.
I want another lawyer.
I'm the only one in town,
And beyond these borders there's no one else
Conversant in evermoor bylaws.
Esmerelda: I know a thing or two about them.
For instance, your stalls shouldn't be so close to the house.
Seven hundred yards, isn't it, doyle?
Thank you.
No need for thanks.
Oh, we never had that cup of bogvine tea, did we?
I'll, uh, leave you ladies to it.
help me.
Come, dear.
It's on the tapestry, which makes it a prediction.
No, it makes it a distraction.
It's got nothing to do with who started the fire.
Only one way to be sure.
Let's go find our firebug.
Crimson and ludo's key. You took it?
No, it hopped over to me.
Esmerelda: Allow me, dear.
Like children, bogvine tea should never be allowed to stew.
Tara, this is nuts.
You're the evidence guy, I'm getting you evidence.
Well, we're here now, may as well look.
Diary!
Tara: Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
"my sense of dread has returned.
"I fear this new family may suffer the same fate as bridget: Murder most foul."
Murder most foul?
I thought your aunt bridget died naturally.
I was respectable before I met you.
Now, I'm lying in dust under a weirdo's bed.
She's not a weirdo, she's a witch...
...Who thinks aunt bridget was poisoned!
"death by bogvine tea."
Who'd want to get rid of aunt bridget?
Who wants the manor most?
Fiona: You've been very helpful.
It's been tough on all of us, coming here, coming together.
It's not for everyone.
The bogvine tea. It's not for everyone.
I have sweetener, takes the edge off. Oh!
Oh, yes please.
Drink up.
Tara, slow down.
Where is she? Dear?
Mom!
Tara, wait!
Esmerelda: Child, calm yourself.
Back up, lady.
Don't come any closer.
I'm a black belt in... What is this?
Tara, what are you doing? Mom, the tea!
She killed aunt bridget, and she's here to kill you.
Tara? She put something in your drink.
I know. Sweetener, dear.
The bogvine, it's not for everyone.
Oh, boy, this really is sweetener.
What is going on with you?
That is an excellent question.
Look, I know you're adjusting to a new family
And a new home, but this?
You are grounded, kiddo.
Fiona: Esmerelda, I'm so sorry for this.
Listen, you have my permission to use the tapestry room
For your meetings whenever you want.
Esmerelda: Oh, fiona.
You've made an old lady very happy.
Okay, show's over, everybody out.
And I am confiscating this.
These stories are making you crazy.
Tallulah is not real, tara.
You can have this back when you realize that.
You're like a dalmatian off its leash,
Crashing around in matters you know nothing about.
Amateur.
Hello?
Hello?
Thank you.
Gather, girls, time to practice.
So you're a black belt in... Whatever this is.
Tara: I thought she was gonna kill mom.
She wasn't the one swinging the furniture.
Thank you. I'm busy trying to erase the memory right now,
So if you don't mind...
Where are you going?
Cam said he had a spare ticket to this retro-something.
Retrospective.
Right, you know how I'm into retro.
But you knew I was going.
You're grounded.
I always wanted a sister.
I guess the joke's on me.
And it's not a d, so there!
I'm sorry, I thought this was a...
Circus tent?
Were you spying? No, no.
A little.
What was all that dancing?
You are the most ignorant person I have ever met.
Well, you're the prettiest I've ever met.
That's not an insult, is it?
It's the weavers' dance that precedes the choosing.
Which is forbidden to be seen
Before the festival, by the way.
And what are those bells that you wear?
These, they're called carilloes.
When an everine weaves
She enters a dream state,
But it's forbidden for a trainee
To experience the trance.
The carilloes prevent it.
Oh, so you keep one foot in reality.
Tara could use a set.
Only trainee everines have them?
They're very rare.
Mayor doyle: sorsha!
"everyone was laughing at tallulah.
"she wished the ground would swallow her up."
No.
"she wished the ground would swallow bella up."
Maybe it's all in your head, tara.
Sweet veronica! It does work!
It works, it works!
Oh, no. Bella!
No! Bella, stop!
Wait! Oh!
Ugh! This place is literally a toilet.
"you have deviated from the path, may fate have mercy."
Well, that's not good. Huh?
Oh!
Help! Oh! Help!
Help me, somebody, help! Somebody please, help!
Help! Help!
Help me, somebody help!
Help me, somebody!
I've gotcha.
Tara, your feet!
Come on!
Here, let me help you.
No, you'll only end up back in here, too!
Just go get help!
I can't just leave you.
Go!
Esmerelda's right, you are an amateur.
Bella! Bella, come back, there's no time! Bella!
I'm not going to make it.
Stay away from the circle. Stay away from esmerelda.
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