Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't let that thing inside speak for you, son.
[theme music playing]
You murdered my parents for it. To hell with you and your story.
Wanted his boots shined daily. But he, he died, a knight's death.
[dragons screeching]
It's not my place. It's hers.
Chaos!
as I knew you would.
The Emperor has his reasons.
Your Highness, please!
We recall our brothers who remain in the field.
[dramatic music playing]
Your family still has friends here. We will get you to safety.
That's two you owe me.
Too attached to the dream.
[indistinct chatter]
The only chance, Ember Mouse, burn them.
You're not making any sense.
But those wyrmlings are still loose. The demon's army now.
Ah. Thanks.
She would wander the forests as though she might find her there.
He spoke to me. The music. It was him. I heard Slyrak.
I was just a simple dragon, you see. Then I began to wake from my slumber