- [first lines]
- Narrator: Narrator: Long ago, at the edge of the known world, the last Celtic tribes were fighting for survival. The great continent had fallen to the Romans and this remote and untamed island was the final stronghold of the ancient ways. If the people of the land were to endure, they would have to rise up as one against the invaders. And this they did - with a fury!
- Galen: Listen. Listen with your heart. Remember all we are and all who have come before... and hear the Roar!
- Conor: The what?
- Galen: Listen!
- [the sound of sudden rushing wind, men's voices and animal cries is heard]
- Conor: What is it?
- Galen: The voice that echoes in every living thing - the power that binds us together. It can give you a strength and clarity like you've never known.
- Conor: I've never heard this before.
- Galen: You haven't been listening. Your father heard it. It was his dream to unite our people, but it wasn't his destiny.
- Conor: There are too many tribes for one man to accomplish that.
- Galen: You won't be one man.