My father... was killed by a god. My mother, sister... everyone I loved was killed by a god.
I'd rather die in the mud with those men than live forever as a god.
I know we're all afraid. But my father told me: "Someday, someone was gonna have to take a stand. Someday, someone was gonna have to say enough!" This could be that day. Trust your senses, and don't look this bitch in the eye.
I cannot be a king. I serve you better as a man.
If I do this, I do this as a man.
The oldest stories ever told are written in the stars. Stories of time before man and gods, when Titans ruled the earth. The Titans were powerful but their reign was ended by their own sons: Zeus, Poseidon and Hades. Zeus convinced his brother Hades, to create a beast so strong it could defeat their parents. And from his own flesh, Hades gave birth to an unspeakable horror, The Kraken. Zeus became king of the heavens, Poseidon, king of the seas, and Hades, tricked by Zeus, was left to rule the underworld in darkness and in misery. It was Zeus who created man, and man's prayers fed the gods' immortality. But in time, mankind grew restless. They began to question the gods and, finally, rise up against them. Into this world, a child was born. A boy who would change everything.
There are gods, and there are men, and there are those of us who are in between. Many years ago, I refused a god's advance. I was cursed with agelessness.
I've lived for years watching my loved ones die. I imagine you're sympathetic to that plight.
Yes. The story of your birth began with the rebellion of King Acrisius...
Mankind had grown tired of the gods' mistreatment and cruelty. Acrisius led a siege on Olympus. It is said the other gods wanted to simply lay waste to Acrisius and his army, but Zeus loved man too much. Instead, he chose to make an example of Acrisius. He disguised himself as the king and visited the chamber where the king's wife was sleeping... Acrisius grow mad with rage...
He ordered the execution of his wife and Zeus' newborn son. The queen and her child were cast into the sea. Your mother was killed, but you... part man, part god, you lived. I've watched over you ever since waiting for the day when you will help bring an end to the tyranny of the gods. You were born to kill the Kraken.
If the Kraken falls, Hades will be weak enough for you to strike a deathly blow. Only then will you have the revenge you seek.
The beast. Medusa was beautiful once, so beautiful as to tempt Poseidon. When he came for her, she ran to Athena's temple thinking that the goddess would protect her. She didn't. Poseidon took her on the cold floor. She prayed to Athena for comfort but the goddess found nothing but disgust. She made sure no one would ever want Medusa again, one look at the creature she has become would turn any living thing to stone. I cannot assist you though, the curse prevents me. It was Athena's one bit of solace to Medusa so that Medusa would never harm a woman. Only men are allowed in the temple, but no man has ever made it out.
Think we're gonna love this child differently to the way we love you. We won't.
I am your father, Perseus. Marmara is your mother. And you will always be our son. The bond between us is... it's much more than flesh and bone. The love we have for you, it's that love that gods and kings fight over. I've never understood the gods. But even I don't question that you were saved for a reason. And some day... that reason is gonna take you far away from here. But not tonight, eh?
Marmara! Marmara! [Marmara turns to Spyros.; The net is up and there isn't any fish.] Another day, nothing! Caught on the reef! To whom do I direct our gratitude for this glorious bounty?
They crush my island, They put a plague on yours, They take from us what they want! We're their slaves!
I'm tired of being thankful for scraps. I'm a fisherman. Perseus is a fisherman. They've even taken that away from us. What we are. Still they want us to love them anyway. One day, somebody's gonna have to make a stand. One day, somebody's gonna have to say: "Enough."
Have you seen what's happening out there? Have you even bothered to look?
Hundreds of our men lost their lives, yet we celebrate. You're provoking the gods and you act if there will be no consequence.
Well, what do you want? Should we be afraid? Should we be trembling and soiling ourselves in fear? The gods need us. They need our worship. What do we need of them? Look at my daughter.
What could be more divine than her face? More beautiful than all of the women of Greece! More beautiful than Aphrodite herself! The Olympians should envy her! We are the gods now!
You are specks of dust beneath our fingernails. Your very breath is a gift from Olympus. You have insulted powers beyond your comprehension.
What do you know of beauty? What is more beautiful than death? Gaze upon me, mortal queen.
In ten days, when the sun is eclipsed, I will unleash the Kraken. Argos will be swept from the earth and all of you with it. Unless you sacrifice the princess, you so foolishly compare to the gods. Only her blood will sate the Kraken and Zeus, who you have so offended. Choose your penance, Argos. Destruction or sacrifice. This is the will of Zeus. (Turns and looks at Perseus) The will of your father.