PAGE 1 - FLASHBACK
Inside a dark mahogany study filled with leather bound books. The room is filled with candles that arealmost completely burned out, long tails of melted wax cling to the candelabras.close up/ up shot of Zandor, a clean shaven man in his 40’s with peppered hair and a muted 60’s stylemod suit. He is on the floor crouching over a ouija plancheet on top of dozens of scrolls, his pinkyfingers holding the sides. Papers, scrolls, stacks of books cover the entire floor. In the backgroundKleos is walking into the room with a serving tray and bowl of soup. She looks like Dianna Rigg witha streak in her bangs and is wearing a 60’s style dress with earth tones.Kleos, “Zandor, why don’t you take a break.”Zandor is mumbling to himself, “Drave? Drath?…death father…dark invader…”Kleos, “I’ve made you some soup, you should eat it while it is still hot.”Zandor, “There is no time, I must prepare…I have to be prepared. Pre…paired…paired before hand…hand, hand paired with what?”Kleos, “You have been going at this non-stop for days. You need your stren-”Zandor turns around with anger, “I DON’T WANT ANY #$%ING SOUP!!!”The tray flies out of Kleos’ hands and hits the bookcase beside her.
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Kleos is upset and holding her hands over her mouth, “I’m worried about you.”Zandor, “Witchcraft…which craft? Wicked class…wiccan crass…”Kleos, “You were gone for almost a year…and then you came back and we haven’t really… talked.”Zandor is scowling, gritting his teeth and looking at his hand, “No time, the evil is coming to thisworld…a lunatic reaper, the harvest moon. It is bigger than our personal affairs.”Kleos, “We are in no condition to fight anything…you are a mess, look at yourself!”Zandor’s whole body is tense, “This is what it takes, sacrifice, total devotion. Anything else is going tosee us all dead,”He starts grabbing things, “and all this, this, this chair and this spoon all of that is gone.”They sit in silence.
PAGE 3 – MISSION BREIFING
The country is Zyga, a thriving delta city
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