Ramayana: The Legend of Prince Rama1992

Dasharatha:
Oh sage of sages, my court is indeed blessed by your presence. What is it that you desire of me? Let me fulfill your every command.

Vishvamitra:
Oh Noble King of the Solar Dynasty, the demons ruined the sacred land, and we are in great trouble. I need your eldest son Rama to destroy them.

Dasharatha:
Rama? He is but a mere boy! I myself shall wipe them off the face of this earth!

Vishvamitra:
This is a command from the Gods! Oh King, do you dare reject it?

Vasistha:
Dasharatha, send your sons Rama and Lakshmana. Vishvamitra is strong and wise and has mastery over every weapon. He will protect your sons.

Dasharatha:
[pauses and considers] Rama, Lakshmana. Come here my sons. [turns to Vishvamitra] Oh sage Vishvamitra, I leave my sons with you. Give them guidance and courage.

Vishvamitra:
Bless you, King Dasharatha! You have made a decision that shall save the world.

Rama:
We will obey you like we obey our father.

Lakshmana:
Your wishes will be our command.