DragonHeart: A New Beginning

My story begins when I was but a lad of 16.

It was the year I became a novice at brother Gilbert's monastery,

when I first heard the prophecy.

A dragon's heart could do mankind...

When a two-tailed comet blazed across the night sky.

I paid this legend little heed,

for I had come for a quiet life of prayer and devotion.

Besides, everyone knew there were no more dragons.

The last, Draco, had been slain by sir Bowen,

a knight of the old code.

I later learned that in the last year of his life,

Bowen returned to Draco's cave.

There he was granted a miracle,

a dragon egg about to hatch.

The dying knight entrusted the hatchling to our monastery.

Fearful evil might dwell in this dragon's heart,

friar Peter and the Abbot pledged to hide him away...

Until the comet had passed.

For 20 years, they carefully guarded...

The secret locked beneath us.

Dragonheart a new beginning

Eight days before the comet's arrival,

my quiet life was turned upside down.

Before the week was out, I'd be embroiled in deception,

mystery and battle.

And who could have known that Geoff,

the orphan stable boy at our monastery,

would reveal the deepest secret...

Of what is truly in a dragon's heart.

Make way for the king's noble knights.

Wishing to be one of them...

Won't get the stables cleaned any faster.

Where do you think they're headed all dressed up like that?

They're off to the castle...

To honor lord osric being sworn in...

As the king's chief advisor.

The castle.

I suggest you get back to the stable...

Before the Abbot catches you around.

I promise I will have the stables scrubbed cleaner than the Abbot's table by vespers.

And, friar Peter, I will even clean that old dungeon for you,

if you just unlock it for me.

I'll tell you a secret about that dungeon: There's nothing down there...

That can transform you into a knight.

You're a good boy at heart.

If you work hard and practice humility,

you'll be a fine stable master some day.

I'll be outta here long before I'm any kind of stable master.

L, lord osric of crosley,

choose the old code as my oath.

I am hereby sworn to valor,

to speak only the truth,

to use arms to defend the helpless,

to use might to uphold the weak.

My heart knows only virtue.

My wrath will undo the wicked.

My king.

As chief advisor, my goal is nothing less than ensuring that the old code...

Lives on in the hearts and minds of all people.

Everyone should share in our kingdom's bounty.

Tomorrow, I shall bestow a personal gift...

On all men, women and children in the land. A gift?

Is it my birthday? No, sire.

Everyone was pleased when lord osric...

Was nhamed chief advisor...

Since our beloved king's behavior had become so...

Unusual of late.

Everyone will receive two new tunics...

In the style and color suited to their inerited station.

From now on, no one will wear anything else.

There I was, so young,

a mere novice entrusted with the monastery's most important secret.

Silence was my solemn vow.

Mansel, what are you doing? Geoff.

Looks like old friar Peter's cauldron. What would you be doing with that?

Can you keep a secret? You know I can.

Friar Peter gave me a new chore to do.

Ooh. Lucky you. What is it?

I told you, it's a secret. Fine.

A secret chore from friar Peter.

That's pretty special. Don't you think?

Maybe just a little special, yes.

Don't say it like that. Take some pride in being special.

All right, I am special.

It's not like pride's one of those seven deadly sins or anything.

Actually, it is.

You're right, Geoff. Manual labor sure keeps the soul humble.

- Thank you for getting me to do this. - Any time.

Don't forget the corners.

Yes?

Two most unusual strangers are asking after brother Gilbert's writings.

The Abbot has sent them to you. Very well.

This is master kwan and his son.

I fear I don't have much hospitality to offer.

Oh. I spent my youth in a monastery much like this one,

but we do not seek comfort.

We have come from hebei province, where man and dragons lived in peace.

Many years ago, a terrible evil set dragon against man,

and all our dragons were destroyed.

A terrible tale. Though I have to say, I don't see...

What this has to do with me.

I'm told that the founder of this monastery...

Wrote extensively about dragons,

and that you are the guardian of his scrolls.

Brother Gilbert was a kind soul...

With a fanciful imagination and a poor hand at poetry.

It has been read in the stars...

That a new dragon was born.

Surely you are aware that the prophesied comet will return in eight days.

We must prevent the evil from taking hold again. I am a man of god.

I do not believe in such superstitious prattle.

Then... the dragon Talon in your pocket...

Is a meaningless talisman?

It has meaning only to the monks of this order.

It was passed on by brother Gilbert, who received it from sir Bowen.

He claimed it belonged to Draco, the last dragon.

But we must test the drag on before the comet arrives.

There are no dragons here.

But lord osric knows about stars and comets.

Perhaps he can help you.

Thank you. Good night.

What would mansel be doing down here?

Ah. This was not a good idea.

Stay away from me!

You know, you-you'd better... you'd better go. You're not supposed to be here.

How long have you been down here?

I've always been here.

- I'm Geoff. - I'm Drake.

Here. Give me that.

Seven lashes to anyone caught without their tunic.

Those men from the east are still waiting, lord.

Show them in.

Please.

Thank you for seeing us.

Not at all. It's an honor.

We are on a quest related to the arrival of the two-tailed comet.

Well, you don't have much time.

According to my star charts and calculations, the comet will return one week from today.

What do you hope to accomplish?

We seek the dragon of the prophecy.

Hmm. A noble though nonsensical mission,

since nothing is left of dragons but their legend.

- Respectfully. I saw a dragon's claw just last night. - Did you?

Friar Peter claimed it belonged to Draco himself,

but can we be sure?

All this talk of dragons and prophecies...

Will frighten the common people.

They're terrified of dragons, with good reason.

For your own safety, you should leave this kingdom tonight.

Stefan, see them safely to the border.

Back at the monastery, Geoff visited the dungeon...

Every chance he got.

I suspect he hoped that knowing Drake...

Would somehow lead to adventure and fame.

Geoff must have been sorely disappointed to learn he had befriended a dragon...

Who had no idea how to fly or breathe fire.

Oh, come on, Geoff. Your tunic doesn't look that bad.

I hate this thing. Itches and it's the color of worm vomit.

That's not the color of my vomit.

The old code doesn't say anything...

About what you've got to wear to become a knight.

Well, I've got about as much chance of becoming a knight...

As I do of convincing you to come outside.

Friar Peter made me promise that I would never go outside.

You're a dragon. Act like one.

Hey.

Here. Allow me.

It's friar Peter. Oh, no.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. He can't find you down here.

Hide.

Drake? Yes?

I have sad news.

M- mansel? What?

What is it?

Friar Peter is gone. Where did he go?

He went to heaven. Do you know what that means?

Oh, yes. Did it hurt him to die?

I don't think so. He seemed fine yesterday, but he was old.

This morning he just didn't wake up.

He was very fond of you, you know.

I know I am not friar Peter,

but I will do my best to take care of you.

I promise.

Thank you, mansel.

I was just talking to him.

I can't believe he...

I don't feel like talking now.

I'd like to be alone.

It's that stable boy from the monastery.

Oh, let's pay him a visit.

Up. Up. Up.

Whoa.

Hi. I saw you yesterday.

I'm sorry I didn't stop to meet you. I'm Roland.

I'm Geoff. Um, how was the castle? Geoff.

Old and stuffy, but you know how it is.

- Well, I hardly ever go there anymore. - You've got a sword.

You want to try your hand with us? Sure.

The stable boy's not bad.

We're just practicing.