Post by Lisolette on Mar 5, 2010 20:48:45 GMT -5
(ooc: Here's the edited script. :3 Sorry that it took me FOREVER, it's just that whenever I try to get my act together on this project my brain goes "durrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...", so yeah...)
*Hear bells-gonging. Camera points to the Abbey belfry. Mouse dibbuns run into then out of shot, luaghing. We go into the belfry, where a mouse is pulling down the Matthias and Methuzelah Bells ropes. Abbess Hawthorne walks into the belfry*
Abbess Hawthorne: Hello, Triffle.
Triffle: *smiles at Abess Hawthorne* Hello, Abbess Hawthorne!
Abbess Hawthorne: *walks to Triffles side* Are the gongs dimming?
Triffle: *blinks* Just the opposite, Abbess.
Abbess Hawthorne: Yesterday you said they were going silent.
Triffle: *smiles and points to his ear* Sometimes there gongs make me temporarily deaf, marm.
*Abbess Hawthorne walks to the rails, Triffle follows. They both look down*
Abbess Hawthorne: There goes Sarena and Hathe...Practicing.
Triffle: *smiles* That otter-maids bent on becoming a great warrior, just like her father...
Abbess Hawthorne: I thought she wanted to be like Martin the Warrior.
Triffle: *shrugs* Probably both.
*camera leaves the belfry, goes to Sarena wielding a stick, while her father wields his sheathed sword. They are practicing sword-fighting. Stick and sword slam together before showing an old otter, Sarena's father, and a young otter-maid, Sarena*
Sarena's Father: On your toes, Sarena, on your toes!
Sarena: Right!
Sarena's Father: If you keep doing that, it'll be the death of you!
*Sarena's Father lunges at Sarena. Sarena dodges, dashes behind her father and pokes her stick into his back*
Sarena's Father: Looks like you win, Sarena.
*Sarena's friend (the squirrel) walks up wearing an apron with flour on it, his name is Hathe*
Sarena: Hey, mate! *waves to Letholdus* How's kitchen helpin'?
Hathe: *waves back* Fine. Friar Flour had us all make Apple Turnovers and Cranberry Cake.
Sarena: Cranberry Cake? Sounds yummy...*licks lips*
Sarena's Father: *holding chest with one paw, gives Sarena his sword with the other* Sarena, give Hathe your stick. You two can practice...I need my rest.
Sarena: *grabs sword* Yes, Father. *gives Letholdus the stick*
*Sarena's Father stumbles to a tree, and with a "ungh" sits down. Sarena watches her father, blinks, then she and Hathe begin practice sparring. After a shot of them practicing, the camera turns to Sarena's dad. Sarena's Father falls down, and Sarena doesn't notice becuase her back is turned, but Hathe watches him fall down over her shoulder. Hathe eyes grow wide*
Hathe: Sarena! Your pa! *points to Sarena's Father*
Sarena: *spins around. Gasps.* FATHER! *runs to him, Hathe follows* Hathe! Quickly, get Infirmary Sister April!
*scene goes black for a moment, then it comes back again to show a crowd of Redwallers. There is a vole checking Sarena's dads pulse. She shakes her head*
Sarena: There's nothing we can do, Sister April?
Sister April: I'm afraid not, Sarena...*gets to her feet* Your father has gone to the Dark Forest...*all the Redwallers bow there heads. Camera zooms in on Sarena, who is silently crying*
*A moment of darkness. Moment ends. Shows a mole walking in the woods. Mole reaches a clearing, and he stops walking*
Mole: Oo-hurr! This looks loik a gurt spot to 'ave lunchen 'ere, escpecially fer a travelin' moie loik moiself! *Mole gets on his knees, takes his haver-sack off his shoulder, puts it down and takes out two flints. Untie a bundle of sticks that is tied to the side of his haversack, and places the sticks in the middle of the clearing. Takes out a pot* Some soup sounds gurd right now...*grabs a nearby rock and rubs the flint against it. A spark comes from them. Camera switches to a different angle, where we show the moles back. A dark cat head pokes out of the bushes, making some rustling noise. Mole hears noise, and stops and puases, then goes back to making fire. Camera switches to show the cats face, but all we see are two, green diamoned shaped eyes. Switches back to the ange before showing the cat-face. The cat ducks under the bushes again, making more rustling noise. Mole stops making fire and gets up*
Mole: Who's there!?
*singing*
Singing: Oh, the darkness...Oh, the pretty, pretty, darkness...
Mole: *pulls out his knife from his belt* Show yerself!!
Singing: No one to help, 'cuase they're lost too!!
Mole: I'M ARMED!!
Singing: Oh, the darkness, oh the darkness!!!! *camera zooms in on the moles eyes, whose goes to the side. Mole spins around to where the cat-head was*
Mole: Stop being a coward and show yerself!!
Singing: YOU. DIE. NOW!!! *a black cat runs out of the bushes and charges at the mole. A moment of blackness, then a ripping sound a scar of red comes in the middle of blackness. Blackness clears and shows the cat, whose name is Caliga*
Caliga: Heehee...Stupid mole...*licks his bloody sword. Vermin come out of the bushes, and a stoat named Brimhail speaks*
Brimhail: Good work, Caliga! *vermin horde walks to Caliga* A shame we couldn't enslave 'im though...
Caliga: *spins around and puts the sword tip to Brimhails throat* DON'T EVER SAY THAT AGAIN, STOAT! EVEN WOODLANDERS DON'T DESERVE THAT FATE! *drops sword and tugs at ears. He closes his eyes tightly and shakes his head side-to-side* THEY DESERVE TO DIE! THEY DESERVE TO DIE...THEY DESERVE...TO...
*flash-back marked with gray-ish coloring*
*shows a hut, zooms in. Shows a table of a family of cats. A mother cat walks in from another room carrying a roasted bird. Sets bird on the table, Child Caliga smiles at the roast. Screaming, and a father cat runs out but gets shot down by arrows. Outside, fire arrows stick into the wood hut, and it is engufled in flames. The mother cat grabs Caliga and runs, followed by a big brother cat, but the roof caves in and crushes him. Mother cat and Caliga stares, to shocked to move, but two arrows land at mother cats feet draws them back to reality and the mother cat runs. Woodlanders have invaded the tribe of cats, and bodies litter the ground. Caliga and the mother cat nearly escaped when the mother cat is shot by arrows, but she keeps running. She runs down a hill, and there is the faint sounds of battling and screams. The mother cat stumbles and falls, blood pouring out of her wounds*
Child Caliga: *sits on his legs and pokes the mother cat* Mommy?
Mother Cat: *grabs Caligas paw* Caliga...listen. I-I think that I might have to leave you soon. *Caliga blinks in surprise* Promise your mother this, Caliga...Promise that you'll live...Please...Please, please don't let the Woodlanders kill you...Ergh...*dies*
Caliga: Mommy? Mommy!?
*battle-cries. Caliga looks up to see Woodlanders rushing at him. Caliga screams and runs for his life, arrows and stones flying at him*
*end flash-back*
*A weasel-maid named Purplescar glares at Brimhail, and walks over to Caliga. She pats him on the back*
Purplescar: Oye there, Caliga...You don' worry...*glares at Brimhail* Brimhail's brain is like a bee, small, buzzes nonsense, and lands on what ever distracting thing it could find. *smiles at Caliga*
Caliga: *calms down* Your right, Purplescar. *pats her head* I'm glad I made you second-in-command...*turns to the rest of his horde* Alright, mates! It's time for lunch!!
Horde: Hoooray!
Caliga: Y'know the drill, mates you all get one item of our prey, and eats whatever it was gonna eat. While me, Purplescar, and my three captains eat the prey itself! Alright! Enough chattin', let's eat!
*Caliga, Purplescar, a ferret, a rat, and a fox gathers around the mole. Caliga holds down the dead moles arm, and points his sword sky-ward, camera zooms in on sword, then goes down. Blackness, and then a slicing noise*
*we return to Redwall Abbey. Redwallers come out of the Abbey Abbess Hawthorne walks over to Sarena*
Abbess Hawthorene: Sarena...
[Camera zooms in on Hathe, Abess's voice drowns out and Hathe appears, walking in a quiet forest, sword tucked in his belt at his side. Voice appears.]
Voice: Hathe!
Hathe: Huh? *upon instinct grabs a sword handle in his belt and unsheaths it* AH! *drops it and stumbles backward* I-I never had a sword! H-How??
*mouse comes out of the foliage, wearing a green habit*
Mouse: Why did you drop your sword, Hathe? What if an enemy comes and attacks? A Warriors sword is a Warriors life, Hathe...
Hathe: I'm not a Warrior-I'm just a cook that helps out Friar Flour in the kitchens! I'm-*gasps*-Wait! I saw you on the tapestry! You're-You're Martin the Warrior.
Martin: *smiles* Yes, I am Martin the Warrior...*four mice and a hare walks out of the foliage and stands beside Martin* Hathe, I want you to meet Matthias and Mattimeo, Mariel the Warriormouse, Joseph the Bellmaker, and Captain Tammello De Fformelo Tussock...
Tammo: Not exactly a Redwaller, but I'd save that jolly Abbey with a quiver of my whiskers, eh, wot!
Hathe: *goggles at the Redwall heroes* I...I can't believe...*holds head* I-I must've gotten into the cellars again...drank a bit much Elderberry Wine or something...
Mariel: That's not the spirit, Hathe! Look back, have you gone into the cellars and drank? *Hathe doesn't answer* Exactly! You are the next Champion of Redwall!
Mattimeo: *picks up Martin's sword and brings it to Hathe* Embrace your destiny, Hathe!
Hathe: *uncertain look in his eyes* But what about Sarena?
*The Redwall Heroes all exchange glances*
Matthias: Sarena has her own fait.
Hathe: But she always wanted to be the Warrior of Redwall! She'll be so sad if I become the Warrior and not her!
Joseph: *sighs* Hathe...You are both great Warriors, but Sarena wasn't born to protect Redwall, no matter how much she believes it to be! Sarena has a great destiny ahead of her too, but it is not to be Champion of Redwall...When she realizes what is ahead of her, Sarena will be happy with what is meant for her.
*Hathe nods*
Martin: Beware the shadows,
Beware the hunter,
A traitor and an ally you shall meet,
A traveller that dances as he walks,
Her paws shall hold the zagged sword,
And he will defend the towers of sunset...
Sarena: *camera shows the front side of a crouching Sarena* Hathe! Hathe!
Hathe: *sits up, eyes wide* Huh!? What!?
Sarena: *sigh of relief* Thank goodness you're okay!
Hathe: Wha-What happend?
Sarena: *nods to Abbess Hawthorne standing next to her* Abbess Hawthorne began talking and you fainted!
Hathe: Oh...uh...Err, Sarena? There's something I need to tell you...alone.
Sarena: Okay.
*Hathe and Sarena gets up and goes to the shade of a nearby birch*
Hathe: Um...when I was fainted, I had a dream, and it had Martin, Matthias, and Mattimeo the Warrior, Mariel the Warriormouse, Joseph the Bellmaker; and Captain Tammo...and, they told me...well...
*camera goes back to Abbess Hawthorne with Friar Flour and Infirmary Sister April next to her*
Hawthorne: What do you think they're talking about, Friar Flour?
Friar Flour: *shrugs* I dunno, Mother Abbess...
*Hawthorne turns to Sister April, mouth opens, but Sarena cuts her off*
Sarena: WHAT!? *camera goes back to Hathe and Sarena* You're lying!
Hathe: No, I'm not! Honestly, I'm not, Sarena!
Sarena: Yeah, right! You're a lier! A big, awful lier! I can't believe I ever became friends with you!
Hathe: Sarena, if you would just listen...
Sarena: Stop your lies! *spins around* I can't believe you would ever even say such a thing, you, my my best friend since Dibbunhood! *stomps off*
Hathe: Sarena, wait! *begins to walk over to Sarena, but Hawthorne stops him*
Abbess: You won't get anywhere with her like that, Hathe.
Triffle: *comes onto screen* What'd you tell her, anyway?
Hathe: ...I told her I was to be the Warrior instead...
*credits*
(ooc: Ooo...that needed a lot of brain-power, surprisingly. -_- What do you guys think?)
*Hear bells-gonging. Camera points to the Abbey belfry. Mouse dibbuns run into then out of shot, luaghing. We go into the belfry, where a mouse is pulling down the Matthias and Methuzelah Bells ropes. Abbess Hawthorne walks into the belfry*
Abbess Hawthorne: Hello, Triffle.
Triffle: *smiles at Abess Hawthorne* Hello, Abbess Hawthorne!
Abbess Hawthorne: *walks to Triffles side* Are the gongs dimming?
Triffle: *blinks* Just the opposite, Abbess.
Abbess Hawthorne: Yesterday you said they were going silent.
Triffle: *smiles and points to his ear* Sometimes there gongs make me temporarily deaf, marm.
*Abbess Hawthorne walks to the rails, Triffle follows. They both look down*
Abbess Hawthorne: There goes Sarena and Hathe...Practicing.
Triffle: *smiles* That otter-maids bent on becoming a great warrior, just like her father...
Abbess Hawthorne: I thought she wanted to be like Martin the Warrior.
Triffle: *shrugs* Probably both.
*camera leaves the belfry, goes to Sarena wielding a stick, while her father wields his sheathed sword. They are practicing sword-fighting. Stick and sword slam together before showing an old otter, Sarena's father, and a young otter-maid, Sarena*
Sarena's Father: On your toes, Sarena, on your toes!
Sarena: Right!
Sarena's Father: If you keep doing that, it'll be the death of you!
*Sarena's Father lunges at Sarena. Sarena dodges, dashes behind her father and pokes her stick into his back*
Sarena's Father: Looks like you win, Sarena.
*Sarena's friend (the squirrel) walks up wearing an apron with flour on it, his name is Hathe*
Sarena: Hey, mate! *waves to Letholdus* How's kitchen helpin'?
Hathe: *waves back* Fine. Friar Flour had us all make Apple Turnovers and Cranberry Cake.
Sarena: Cranberry Cake? Sounds yummy...*licks lips*
Sarena's Father: *holding chest with one paw, gives Sarena his sword with the other* Sarena, give Hathe your stick. You two can practice...I need my rest.
Sarena: *grabs sword* Yes, Father. *gives Letholdus the stick*
*Sarena's Father stumbles to a tree, and with a "ungh" sits down. Sarena watches her father, blinks, then she and Hathe begin practice sparring. After a shot of them practicing, the camera turns to Sarena's dad. Sarena's Father falls down, and Sarena doesn't notice becuase her back is turned, but Hathe watches him fall down over her shoulder. Hathe eyes grow wide*
Hathe: Sarena! Your pa! *points to Sarena's Father*
Sarena: *spins around. Gasps.* FATHER! *runs to him, Hathe follows* Hathe! Quickly, get Infirmary Sister April!
*scene goes black for a moment, then it comes back again to show a crowd of Redwallers. There is a vole checking Sarena's dads pulse. She shakes her head*
Sarena: There's nothing we can do, Sister April?
Sister April: I'm afraid not, Sarena...*gets to her feet* Your father has gone to the Dark Forest...*all the Redwallers bow there heads. Camera zooms in on Sarena, who is silently crying*
*A moment of darkness. Moment ends. Shows a mole walking in the woods. Mole reaches a clearing, and he stops walking*
Mole: Oo-hurr! This looks loik a gurt spot to 'ave lunchen 'ere, escpecially fer a travelin' moie loik moiself! *Mole gets on his knees, takes his haver-sack off his shoulder, puts it down and takes out two flints. Untie a bundle of sticks that is tied to the side of his haversack, and places the sticks in the middle of the clearing. Takes out a pot* Some soup sounds gurd right now...*grabs a nearby rock and rubs the flint against it. A spark comes from them. Camera switches to a different angle, where we show the moles back. A dark cat head pokes out of the bushes, making some rustling noise. Mole hears noise, and stops and puases, then goes back to making fire. Camera switches to show the cats face, but all we see are two, green diamoned shaped eyes. Switches back to the ange before showing the cat-face. The cat ducks under the bushes again, making more rustling noise. Mole stops making fire and gets up*
Mole: Who's there!?
*singing*
Singing: Oh, the darkness...Oh, the pretty, pretty, darkness...
Mole: *pulls out his knife from his belt* Show yerself!!
Singing: No one to help, 'cuase they're lost too!!
Mole: I'M ARMED!!
Singing: Oh, the darkness, oh the darkness!!!! *camera zooms in on the moles eyes, whose goes to the side. Mole spins around to where the cat-head was*
Mole: Stop being a coward and show yerself!!
Singing: YOU. DIE. NOW!!! *a black cat runs out of the bushes and charges at the mole. A moment of blackness, then a ripping sound a scar of red comes in the middle of blackness. Blackness clears and shows the cat, whose name is Caliga*
Caliga: Heehee...Stupid mole...*licks his bloody sword. Vermin come out of the bushes, and a stoat named Brimhail speaks*
Brimhail: Good work, Caliga! *vermin horde walks to Caliga* A shame we couldn't enslave 'im though...
Caliga: *spins around and puts the sword tip to Brimhails throat* DON'T EVER SAY THAT AGAIN, STOAT! EVEN WOODLANDERS DON'T DESERVE THAT FATE! *drops sword and tugs at ears. He closes his eyes tightly and shakes his head side-to-side* THEY DESERVE TO DIE! THEY DESERVE TO DIE...THEY DESERVE...TO...
*flash-back marked with gray-ish coloring*
*shows a hut, zooms in. Shows a table of a family of cats. A mother cat walks in from another room carrying a roasted bird. Sets bird on the table, Child Caliga smiles at the roast. Screaming, and a father cat runs out but gets shot down by arrows. Outside, fire arrows stick into the wood hut, and it is engufled in flames. The mother cat grabs Caliga and runs, followed by a big brother cat, but the roof caves in and crushes him. Mother cat and Caliga stares, to shocked to move, but two arrows land at mother cats feet draws them back to reality and the mother cat runs. Woodlanders have invaded the tribe of cats, and bodies litter the ground. Caliga and the mother cat nearly escaped when the mother cat is shot by arrows, but she keeps running. She runs down a hill, and there is the faint sounds of battling and screams. The mother cat stumbles and falls, blood pouring out of her wounds*
Child Caliga: *sits on his legs and pokes the mother cat* Mommy?
Mother Cat: *grabs Caligas paw* Caliga...listen. I-I think that I might have to leave you soon. *Caliga blinks in surprise* Promise your mother this, Caliga...Promise that you'll live...Please...Please, please don't let the Woodlanders kill you...Ergh...*dies*
Caliga: Mommy? Mommy!?
*battle-cries. Caliga looks up to see Woodlanders rushing at him. Caliga screams and runs for his life, arrows and stones flying at him*
*end flash-back*
*A weasel-maid named Purplescar glares at Brimhail, and walks over to Caliga. She pats him on the back*
Purplescar: Oye there, Caliga...You don' worry...*glares at Brimhail* Brimhail's brain is like a bee, small, buzzes nonsense, and lands on what ever distracting thing it could find. *smiles at Caliga*
Caliga: *calms down* Your right, Purplescar. *pats her head* I'm glad I made you second-in-command...*turns to the rest of his horde* Alright, mates! It's time for lunch!!
Horde: Hoooray!
Caliga: Y'know the drill, mates you all get one item of our prey, and eats whatever it was gonna eat. While me, Purplescar, and my three captains eat the prey itself! Alright! Enough chattin', let's eat!
*Caliga, Purplescar, a ferret, a rat, and a fox gathers around the mole. Caliga holds down the dead moles arm, and points his sword sky-ward, camera zooms in on sword, then goes down. Blackness, and then a slicing noise*
*we return to Redwall Abbey. Redwallers come out of the Abbey Abbess Hawthorne walks over to Sarena*
Abbess Hawthorene: Sarena...
[Camera zooms in on Hathe, Abess's voice drowns out and Hathe appears, walking in a quiet forest, sword tucked in his belt at his side. Voice appears.]
Voice: Hathe!
Hathe: Huh? *upon instinct grabs a sword handle in his belt and unsheaths it* AH! *drops it and stumbles backward* I-I never had a sword! H-How??
*mouse comes out of the foliage, wearing a green habit*
Mouse: Why did you drop your sword, Hathe? What if an enemy comes and attacks? A Warriors sword is a Warriors life, Hathe...
Hathe: I'm not a Warrior-I'm just a cook that helps out Friar Flour in the kitchens! I'm-*gasps*-Wait! I saw you on the tapestry! You're-You're Martin the Warrior.
Martin: *smiles* Yes, I am Martin the Warrior...*four mice and a hare walks out of the foliage and stands beside Martin* Hathe, I want you to meet Matthias and Mattimeo, Mariel the Warriormouse, Joseph the Bellmaker, and Captain Tammello De Fformelo Tussock...
Tammo: Not exactly a Redwaller, but I'd save that jolly Abbey with a quiver of my whiskers, eh, wot!
Hathe: *goggles at the Redwall heroes* I...I can't believe...*holds head* I-I must've gotten into the cellars again...drank a bit much Elderberry Wine or something...
Mariel: That's not the spirit, Hathe! Look back, have you gone into the cellars and drank? *Hathe doesn't answer* Exactly! You are the next Champion of Redwall!
Mattimeo: *picks up Martin's sword and brings it to Hathe* Embrace your destiny, Hathe!
Hathe: *uncertain look in his eyes* But what about Sarena?
*The Redwall Heroes all exchange glances*
Matthias: Sarena has her own fait.
Hathe: But she always wanted to be the Warrior of Redwall! She'll be so sad if I become the Warrior and not her!
Joseph: *sighs* Hathe...You are both great Warriors, but Sarena wasn't born to protect Redwall, no matter how much she believes it to be! Sarena has a great destiny ahead of her too, but it is not to be Champion of Redwall...When she realizes what is ahead of her, Sarena will be happy with what is meant for her.
*Hathe nods*
Martin: Beware the shadows,
Beware the hunter,
A traitor and an ally you shall meet,
A traveller that dances as he walks,
Her paws shall hold the zagged sword,
And he will defend the towers of sunset...
Sarena: *camera shows the front side of a crouching Sarena* Hathe! Hathe!
Hathe: *sits up, eyes wide* Huh!? What!?
Sarena: *sigh of relief* Thank goodness you're okay!
Hathe: Wha-What happend?
Sarena: *nods to Abbess Hawthorne standing next to her* Abbess Hawthorne began talking and you fainted!
Hathe: Oh...uh...Err, Sarena? There's something I need to tell you...alone.
Sarena: Okay.
*Hathe and Sarena gets up and goes to the shade of a nearby birch*
Hathe: Um...when I was fainted, I had a dream, and it had Martin, Matthias, and Mattimeo the Warrior, Mariel the Warriormouse, Joseph the Bellmaker; and Captain Tammo...and, they told me...well...
*camera goes back to Abbess Hawthorne with Friar Flour and Infirmary Sister April next to her*
Hawthorne: What do you think they're talking about, Friar Flour?
Friar Flour: *shrugs* I dunno, Mother Abbess...
*Hawthorne turns to Sister April, mouth opens, but Sarena cuts her off*
Sarena: WHAT!? *camera goes back to Hathe and Sarena* You're lying!
Hathe: No, I'm not! Honestly, I'm not, Sarena!
Sarena: Yeah, right! You're a lier! A big, awful lier! I can't believe I ever became friends with you!
Hathe: Sarena, if you would just listen...
Sarena: Stop your lies! *spins around* I can't believe you would ever even say such a thing, you, my my best friend since Dibbunhood! *stomps off*
Hathe: Sarena, wait! *begins to walk over to Sarena, but Hawthorne stops him*
Abbess: You won't get anywhere with her like that, Hathe.
Triffle: *comes onto screen* What'd you tell her, anyway?
Hathe: ...I told her I was to be the Warrior instead...
*credits*
(ooc: Ooo...that needed a lot of brain-power, surprisingly. -_- What do you guys think?)