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By
David Lyev
INT. CASTLE HALL - DAY
The castle hall is decorated with beautiful tapestries and
brightly lit through stained-glass windows. Around the
corner comes BRENT ROWLAND, half-staggering and
half-running, sword in hand.
BRENT’S SWORD is clearly newly forged and fairly shines in
the sunlight filtering in through the windows, but the rest
of him looks worn. His armor is shabby and second-hand, his
body language conveys exhaustion, and his free hand is
clutching a bleeding gash on his sword arm. Regardless, he
smiles grimly as he approaches the massive oak doors at the
end of the hall.
BRENT
Not for much longer. Your armies
have fallen, and your castle is
mine.
FARLEY
So I see. I have to say, I’m rather
impressed. That was nearly three
hundred men you defeated. All
alone? How?
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 2.
FARLEY
(mock innocence)
Crimes? What crimes? Living well?
Ruling as I see fit? Punishing
criminals? You do realize this is
what kings do, yes?
BRENT
Not good kings. Not like you do.
Brent stops again, nearly within striking distance of the
throne. He strikes up a battle stance.
BRENT (CONT’D)
I’m through talking. I’ll give you
one final chance, Farley. A fair,
honorable duel; to the victor, the
throne.
FARLEY
(sneering)
How very noble of you.
Farley stands and descends from the dais, drawing his own
sword.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 3.
FARLEY (CONT’D)
It isn’t too late, you know. If you
stop all this foolishness now, a
plea for clemency could be made.
Just put down the sword, and nobody
will have to lose their head.
BRENT
You’re the only one losing his head
today, tyrant.
FARLEY
Your sword is impressive, but
surely you remember that I have my
own magic?
Farley gestures behind him, to the ornate throne.
BRENT
I remember.
(deep breath)
Magic is weak in the throne room.
FARLEY
That is correct. That means, should
you wish to kill me...
Farley strikes up a battle stance.
FARLEY (CONT’D)
You’ll have to do it with your own
skill, and nothing else. Do you
really think a common soldier
stands a chance against the
greatest swordsman in twelve
kingdoms?
Brent grits his teeth, and readies himself for battle.
BRENT
I’m willing to try it.
Brent leaps forward, and the fight begins.