TEXT: BIG DRAGON : In a land of myth and a time of magic, the destiny of a great kingdom on the shoulders of a young boy. His name - Merlin. Vaste prairie. (jonchée de cadavres) ARTHUR: Check for survivors. SOLDAT: Seems their attackers headed north. ARTHUR: Come on. MERLIN: Do you think we should be going after them? ARTHUR: You are such a girl's petticoat. Camelot GAIUS: Sire, how many more men are you going to lose in this quest? UTHER: As many as it takes. GAIUS: I need to speak to you as a friend. UTHER: I have no time for friends. GAIUS: Then I'll speak to you as your physician. This is madness. She has been missing for more than a year now. When are you going to stop? UTHER: When Morgana is found. Dans la prairie. MERLIN: Ow... ARTHUR: Is there something wrong with you? MERLIN: Yeah, I've been on a horse all day. ARTHUR:Is your little bottom sore? MERLIN: Yes. It's not as fat as yours. ARTHUR: You know, you've got a lot of nerve...for a wimp. MERLIN: I may be a wimp, but at least. I'm not a dollop-head. ARTHUR: There's no such word. MERLIN: It's idiomatic. ARTHUR: It's what?! MERLIN: You need to be more in touch with the people. ARTHUR: Describe dollop-head. MERLIN: In two words? ARTHUR: Yeah. MERLIN: Er...Prince Arthur. (Des bandits surgissent des bois) ARTHUR: On me! MERLIN: Ecg geteoh ping to! ARTHUR: We're not playing hide and seek, Merlin. MERLIN: Dollop-head. (Une silhouette émerge du brouillard
SUMMARY:
A year has passed with many fruitless quests in search of the missing Lady Morgana. The despondent Prince is all but ready to give up, but as he and Merlin recover from their latest skirmish a bruised, bloodied figure emerges from the mist; it is the Lady Morgana. King Uther is overjoyed, but then starts to lose his mind. Merlin thinks that magic is the cause; could this be the work of his dutiful ward? The young warlock puts himself in grave danger trying to find out whose side Morgana is really on, and he's forced to call the Great Dragon to save himself.