Dragon Rider

Long ago, humans and dragons

lived in perfect harmony.

But the humans became greedy

and began to take over the world,

consuming everything in their path.

The dragons pleaded with the humans

to stop this selfish quest.

But instead of listening, the humans declared war.

An evil alchemist, Petrosius,

created a dragon-killing monster

and named it Nettlebrand.

But Petrosius could not control the monster

and was killed by his own creation.

Nettlebrand began hunting the dragons all over the world.

The dragons scattered helplessly,

unable to counter Nettlebrand's immunity to their fire.

After losing their tracks,

Nettlebrand retreated to his creator's castle,

obsessed with his desire to devour.

Centuries passed.

The humans took over the world,

forgetting all about special creatures.

The remaining dragons had no choice but to hide,

keeping their existence a secret

from the rest of the world.

But nothing remains hidden forever.

- (squeaks) - (footsteps)

Do not drag your tail in the dirt.

Keep your tails up because, as you know...

We're gonna get in trouble.

Keep a tight, close grip on your scales.

We can't leave any evidence of our presence.

Get up here, you big lump.

Rule number 21.

And remember, fire is the last resort

and should be used for protection only.

Order. Order!

Let's have some order here.

Listen up. This is a serious matter.

Fire is a weapon, not a toy.

- No fire, no flying. - (dragons) I got it!

- We keep a low... - Whoa!

- Firedrake! - Sorry. My-My-My bad.

- (dragon) That weird kid. - Hi.

- What are you doing up there? - (Firedrake) I just...

Spare me the details.

Don't you have anything better to do than creeping around?

Like what?

Uh, well, we've got loads to do here. Like...

Guessing what shape the next cloud will be.

- Taking a good mud bath. - Flicking flies with your tail.

Look, no one's saying you can't have fun.

Just keep it quiet, you two.

I wanna be a proper dragon,

like the dragons in Slatebeard's stories.

Oh, give me strength.

Stay out of trouble. Stay out of sight.

That's an order!

Where's the fun in hiding all the time?

Bottleneck doesn't allow us to do anything.

But we're safe here. Isn't that more important?

Who can hurt us? Sprites?

Gnomes?

My mum will, if I'm not home for dinner.

See you tomorrow.

- (birds sing) - (dragon snores)

Slatebeard!

Feast your eyes on this, ladies.

Hollyhocks.

He thinks he's a real dragon.

- What's his name? - Spinecrackle.

Spinecrackle? That's a name I won't forget in a hurry.

He's not a real dragon.

The Rim of Heaven,

ah, that's where the real dragons live.

Hey, Slatebeard.

You telling your crazy tales again, old man?

- (laughs) - Old man?

- I'll give you old man. - (dragons laugh)

He's got a nerve. What's his name?

You were saying, the Rim of Heaven?

How do you know the Rim of Heaven?

Uh, you just said it.

Have you been there?

- (burps) Ooh! - (laughs)

That dragon is so annoying.

What's his name?

Tell me more about the Rim of Heaven.

Ah, yes. A paradise for dragons.

Where the moonflowers shine.

Where is it?

It's, uh...

It's...?

In a faraway mountain range.

No, Slatebeard, don't nap now.

On the other side of the world.

A paradise for dragons.

Where is this place?

He said it was in a faraway mountain range

on the other side of the world.

He called it a paradise for dragons.

A paradise for dragons? That's good for you then.

No, brownies are welcome too.

How do you know? Maybe they barbecue brownies there.

Nice.

All I'm saying is, it sounds like my kind of place.

My dad says the world outside of this valley is a scary place.

- (brownie crunches apple) - (Firedrake) We're stuck here.

- (explosion) - (Firedrake and brownie gasp)

Humans!

We have to tell the others.

- (dragons shout) - (dragon) Calm down!

The humans are coming.

What will they do when they find us?

What they always do when they want something.

Attack first, ask questions later.

It wasn't always like this.

Back in the days of the great dragon kings,

humans and dragons even flew together, until...

Until the humans wanted to have it all their own way!

We lay low and wait for the humans to pass us by.

I say we take the fight to the enemy.

It's about time we show them who's boss.

We are noble creatures. Fighting is not our way.

What's so noble about hiding?

Enough!

If the humans advance further in this direction,

they'll be on us by the next full moon.

- Sulfurbreath. - Yes, boss.

Prepare the hideout.

- (dragons groan) - What about the Rim of Heaven?

We could go there.

Yeah, right. How are you planning to get there?

- I've got wings, haven't I? - Seriously?

We find the Rim of Heaven,

come back and lead everyone to safety.

That's insane. You've never been outside the valley.

Sorrel!

I'm coming, Mum.

It'll be all right. Come on. Follow us.

There we go. This should keep us going for the foreseeable.

Those awful humans think the world belongs to them.

It's like I've always told you, they're the worst.

We should run away. Leave the valley.

Find a new home.

My dear Sorrel, if I knew of somewhere we could go,

we'd be out of here in a jiffy.

I'll come back. I promise.

All right.

Sorrel! What are you doing here?

What do you think?

Come on, before I change my mind.

OK.

Here we go.

I hope you know what you're doing.

You've never flown before!

Ha-ha!

So, genius, where do we start?

Whoa!

Whoa!

- Sorrel, are you all right? - Still alive.

Wow, look at that.

What is that? It looks amazing.

Should we go down there?

Are you crazy? That's where the humans live.

- Even though... - What?

A pixie I know once told me

about this all-knowing oracle that lives there.

Maybe it can help us find the Rim of Heaven.

Great. What's it called?

They call it the Internet.

The Internet? OK, let's go ask the Internet.

Oh, I guess we don't really have a better choice.

No, no, it is way too dangerous to go flying down there.

No, come on, Sorrel. We've gotta try.

- (bell jingles) - (chuckles)

Hey!

Hey!

You won't get away this time.

- (gasps) - (driver) Watch it!

I can't believe it!

Can I get a souvenir?

Stop! Thief!

- (yelps) - Hey, watch it.

- Here, check it out. - (jeweller) There! That's him!

- (gasps) - Stop, police!

- (blows whistle) - Ah!

Yeah.

- (punching) - (fans shout)