How Newji woke the Sun King.
A desolate alien ice filled tundra. We’ve twin suns dimly shining over ice covered peaks and snow laden winds sweeping across the landscape.
In the distance we can see an approaching sled. We can’t see all of the detail now but will shortly.
The sled belongs to Newji – A fugitive prince of the Snow Kings. It is drawn by a weary N’bral ( think of a cross between a shaggy ox and a unicorn ) with a few broken arrows sticking out from its shaggy hide with blood staining its fur.
The sled is more like a chariot in appearance and is a hunting sled ( so minimal armour, lots of spears, light and fast ). Newji is of the royal family, so the sled is ornately decorated. Newji is dressed in heavy furs and armed with a large two handed sword strapped to his back and a bow in a holder in his chariot/sled. There are a few broken arrows jutting out from the sled and maybe one or two broken arrows sticking out from Newji’s furs with some blood stains to go with. Newji is badly injured and half slumped in his sled.
Caption: Gather now and listen well. Of ages past I speak and tell of the Ice Queen and her loneliness.
Newji is closer now and it is very apparent that he is injured, his N’bral is collapsing to the ground in exhaustion and blood loss.
Caption: How the Sun King came to court her and offered us the people as his bridal gift.
Newji is cradling the N’bral’s head in one hand, while the other is bringing a dagger to its throat. He has pulled back his furry hood, so we can see he is dark haired with facial tattoos and has a beard. He is genuinely grieving for his steed.
Caption: But dark the light within his heart he sought in secret to melt her soul and wreath her in a cloak of green.
Newji: Rest now old friend. Your tale is woven in ice and snow and frozen now for the ages.
Newji is draining the N’Bral’s blood into a wineskin like container.
Caption: Wrought was she and struck him down, his eyes grew dim and the people wailed in the icy tendrils of her wrath.
Newji has his head thrown back as he drinks from the container – but one eye is opened in surprise looking into the distance.
Caption: Niluki, Brave Niluki, High priest of the Sun King led the people from the tower, cast off the raiment of the Sun King and offered eternal service if she would spare the people.
Caption: Then the Ice Queen reigned supreme though no longer alone for she had the people to ease the ache in her heart.
The dead N’bral and abandoned sled. Two snow wolves ( big and hairy - This isn't Earth, so when I say wolves I mean wolflike ) are lapping up spilled blood. We can see footprints in the snow leading off.
Hunter1(oos): Hai! Ghost! Aguta! Away!
We’ve two hunters and a few more hounds. They ride similar sleds to Newji, but not quite so ornate.
One of them is in our immediate foreground and is studying the footprints beside the dead N’bral, the other has stayed on his sled and has a bow out watching carefully. The nearest hunter has his hood thrown back and is much older than Newji and more worn looking. He too has facial tattoos but nothing as elaborate as Newji – We’ll call him Kesuk. The other is Qopuk.
Kesuk: The blood is warm. The traitor will be ours before second sun set.
Qopuk: I fear not brother.
Kesuk has turned in astonishment to Qopuk, Qopuk is pointing into the distance in the direction we imagine that Newji has fled. Qopuk looks stricken/worried.
Kesuk: Are you mad Qopuk? This trail still steams.
Qopuk: Kesuk raise your muzzle from the snow and look.
Kesuk looking upwards in the direction that Qopuk is pointing – He looks scared/ surprised.
Qopuk is behind him, already turning his sled, terrified.
Kesuk: By Tekkeit Sertok’s frozen beard I never dreamt we’d hunted so far!
Qopuk: Better for Newji had our arrows found him first.
Kesuk: Aye. You have the right of that brother.
Both hunters making an unseemly retreat, their dogs bounding before them, Kesuk glancing behind.
Behind them we have a black tower jutting out from the snow at a slight angle. It is partially obscured by the snow laden winds and is ice laden/frozen. It is metallic and looks pretty evil.
Kesuk: Ride! I’ll not hunt in the shadow of the Sun King’s tower.
Qopuk: Ride! Lest our tales melt like Newji. Ride!!
We’re with a clearly wounded Newji as he approaches the tower. We can see a doorway, partially buried in the snow.
Newji: Oh Keelut see now where your scheming has brought me. To the very halls of despair.
Newji stands in the gateway alcove, desperate, pushing weakly against the metallic door.
Newji: Even the tower of the accursed Sun King bears no warmth for me. Truly I was a fool to plot against my father.
The door has opened unexpectedly spilling Newji into a cold, dark corridor.
Standing in front of the prone and astonished Newji is a ghost like woman. She is dressed in a simple jump suit, almost uniform like, one piece. Her hair is tied up in a tidy bun.
Newji: The ice take me! Am I delirious or is this a sending of the Sun King?
Newji standing, astonished/scared as the door slams shut behind him. He is reaching for his sword.
Newji: You’ll not take me without a fight sun sprite!
Newji standing confused, sword out as the woman simply walks away down a long corridor.
Newji is wandering/staggering down the corridor looking about with wonder. Lights are coming on as he makes his way down the corridor.
Newji: The air it grows warm.
The woman has led Newji into an arboretum ( room filled with lots and lots of plants, trees, bushes etc.. ). Newji stunned!
Woman: Welcome scion of Niluki.
Newji: What..What..What is this?
Closer in on the woman, she is smiling. Maybe we can see some high tech equipment through the foliage.
Woman: This is what you would call the court of the Sun King.
A chair/throne has risen from the floor. It looks regal, a fine throne if you’re an ice savage. From our perspective it is a control chair equipped with advanced medical equipment. The woman stands beside it, gesturing for Newji to sit.
Newji looking at the chair, tempted.
Newji: and is that…is that his throne?
Woman: Here your wounds will be healed. You must sit before you fall as I cannot lift you.
Newji staggering back, half attempting to raise his sword, however behind him we can see a control helmet being lowered from the roof by robotic arms behind him. Let’s give it a bit of a crown like appearance.
Newji(burst): No! Traitor I may be but my soul is my own. I’ll not trade it away to you.
Woman: As you wish.
The Helmet getting shoved onto Newji’s head. Neural spikes implanting themselves into his skull, blood trailing from the wounds and lots of energy.
Woman: Perhaps instead you will bear the Sun King’s crown.
Newji staggered on the ground, clutching the crown. He is greatly wounded and nearly dead.
Newji(weak): Knowledge. It fills my head until bursting.
SFX: Cerebral interface complete.
SFX: Download in progress.
Note: SFX are audio computer updates – They can be coming from the woman or simply thin air as the control centre re-activates itself. Whatever makes the best visual impact.
Newji crawling towards the chair. The woman watches impassively.
Newji(weak): The medichair. Must reach it.
SFX: Primary system malfunction.
SFX: Initiate failover system activation.
Newji climbing into the chair, we should be in some doubt as to whether he’ll actually make it.
Newji(weak): This world. Once it was filled with people.
Newji(weak): Our ancient tales of the Ice Queen’s victory. A malfunction.
SFX: Failover systems activation complete.
Newji sitting in the chair, automated medical devices are helping him. He looks more relaxed now / determined.
Newji: The thermal field fell too quickly. The planet froze before anyone could reach the towers.
SFX: Awaiting verbal confirmation of planetary thermal shield re-activation.
A madness in Newji’s eyes, a determination. In some senses he has just sold his soul to the devil and despite the knowledge he has gained he can’t shake the feeling that he has become his people’s version of Satan.
Newji(burst): Let the Sun King Reign!!!!