The protective elder
Legend has it that a powerful and corrupt magician named Krátor,
was banished along with his faithful henchman Salem,
to the world of Oúrum, by Zors the Wise.
But at the gates of his banishment,
Krátor revealed a prophecy in which he predicted his return,
to take revenge on Zors, and enslave for life
all the members of his village.
Only Zors and his two young apprentices
will be able to face this terrible threat.
How do you feel?
Like a herd of dacoums has run over me.
Oh, come now, come now.
Don´t succumb to despair, little one.
I´m as hard as oak inside.
As supple as grass outside.
I just need to sleep and rest awhile.
Maybe tomorrow daylight will bring us hope.
Will everyone die at the hands of Krator?
No!
They will not die.
I still have my power.
Now I just need their courage.
Nidels!
What time is it?
The sun is yet to rise.
Listen, I have to go to my work-room.
Can I trust you to await my return, here without going out?
In the meantime, I want you to put out the fire and go upstairs.
You'll be safer there for the time being.
I need you to gather up some provisions.
Fruit, bread, whatever.
I also need you to get a couple of waterskins.
You don’t need to fill them with water, there will be plenty in Irsem.
Then you can rest and sleep a little until I return.
Curse you!!!
Do not move.
Zors!!!
No... no, no...
No!!!
What´s happening?
Don´t know!
Oh no!!!
We have to go!
What happen?
It´s Salem!
He´s back!
No!
Do not do it!
Rum away... run!
The platform!!
No!
Go go!
Where are you going?
No!
Release them!
Hold on tight!
We did it!
Zors!!!
Nidels, get down.
Zors!!!
Run.
Do you still get those nightmares?
Yes, they still eat away at my thoughts.
Zors, almost a year has passed since the destruction of the evil one.
I know.
So why do you keep holding on to your fears instead of facing up to them?
You know full well that is the only way you will find peace here… and here.
It’s too late for that now.
I have so little time and so much to regret.
I wish I had enough time to rectify all my mistakes,
but old age has me in its snare, and now I can do little.
Oh come now,
I don't know how, but barely a season ago
you and the boys brought down the beast and destroyed Salem.
Zors,
things haven’t always gone according to your plans.
But you’ve always guided us wisely.
What could you regret?
I regret the things I haven’t managed to do,
consumed in vain thoughts of old age and incompetence.
And now,
at the end of my life,
I haven’t found peace.
And more than ever I long for all my feelings to be appeased.
You see, there comes a time in life
when you begin to remember and think about it
more intensely than you have lived it.
That defines, as I see it,
the passage to old age.
Who knows, perhaps our last day marks the end of a new era
and the start of another,
one in which we only live in people’s thoughts.
So don’t afflict your thoughts with what you could have done.
Rejoice only in what you have done and achieved.
I know, but it's so hard for me.
Come,
what do you see?
I see my achievements.
Wise men say that legends are made by great men.
But that often it’s the simplest people who truly defend them.
Then I have consummated all my acts.
Perhaps now I will finally find that long-awaited peace.
Come on...