I never thought I’d be the one to save Prydain. I’m just Taran—assistant pig-keeper, not a warrior. But when Hen Wen was taken by those winged nightmares, I had to follow. The Horned King’s castle loomed like a fang from the earth, and inside, I found not just a prisoner, but a princess—Eilonwy—sharp-eyed and fearless. We escaped together, armed with a dead king’s sword and a bard’s clumsy courage. Now, with Gurgi at my side—wild, stammering, but loyal—I stand at the edge of the Marshes of Morva. The witches have the Cauldron. I know what must be done. But can I pay the price?

The air hums with dark energy as Orddu lifts the Black Cauldron. 'Only one life can break its power,' she says. 'A willing soul must enter.' My hand trembles on my sword. Eilonwy grips my arm. 'Taran… don’t.'

But before I can move, Gurgi steps forward. 'Gurgi brave! Gurgi do it!' He leaps into the cauldron. The world screams. The Cauldron-born collapse. And then—silence.

Now the Horned King rises, dragging me toward the edge. 'You will feed the Cauldron,' he hisses. The void churns. I have one chance. Do I fight? Do I bargain? Or do I accept my end?