Chapter 2
The battlefield lies silent...…. Only the echo of powers still hums in the air. Ash drifts like snow and the air trembles with fading energy.
A soft breeze passes through gentle almost sacred.
From above, a single leaf floats down through the smoky sky.
Camera focus (close- up).
The leaf spine slowly, catching glimmers of dying light, as if carrying the breath of the battle itself.
It touches the ground
The sound fades. The cracked soil beneath the leaf ripples-
Darkness melts away into green.
The leaf now rests on soft moss, surrounded by dew.
Birdsong replaces thunder.
Sunlight filters through towering trees.
Wide shot:
A peaceful forest- alive, calm, untouched by war.
(Going to back).
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Forest breathes softly. Sunlight drips through the leaves, drawing golden patterns on the ground. A narrow footpath winds between the trees, worn by years of travelers. Then
The gentle sound of two children's voice echoes through the quiet woods. Not loud, not clear – just soft laughter, drifting between the trees like tiny bells.
[The camera follows the path slowly….]
Rustling leaves ...
The soft crunch of footsteps somewhere ahead ...
The two children are walking along the forest footpath, heading toward - the sea grass land. A wide, open place near the coast where all grasses sway like waves.
It is a green meadow by the seashore, bright and peaceful, with the sound of distant waves mixing with the wind.
One child is 10 years old, full of curiosity and excitement.
The other is 18 years old, older, calmer, guiding the younger one like an older sibling or protector.
Today is a special day for the younger child —
their birthday(10btd).
They are going to the Sea Grass Landa (grassy meadow near the ocean) as part of this special day's journey.
The two children walk along the narrow forest footpath.
Birdsong echoes.
Sunlight dances on the ground.
The younger child, full of curiosity, keeps talking…
but he has no idea where they are being taken.
The older child walks calmly beside him, quiet as always.
Younger (10):
"Hey… where are we going?
You still haven't told me!"
He hops over a root, trying to keep up.
Younger:
"Is it far?
Is it a village?
A cave?
A mountain?
Come on, tell me at least a little!"
The older child glances at him with a small smile.
Older (18):
"You'll find out."
Younger:
"Huh? That's all?
You're always so quiet!"
He pouts for a moment, then walks faster again.
Younger:
"Is it fun?
Is it scary?
Is it BIG?"
Older:
"Maybe."
The younger child groans loudly.
Younger:
"Ugh!! You're doing this on purpose!"
He kicks a pebble down the path.
The older child just keeps walking, calm, protective.
Older:
"You'll like it.
That's enough for now."
The younger child squints at him.
Younger:
"…Fine.
But if it's boring, you owe me cake.
It's my birthday."
The older child chuckles softly.
Older:
"Don't worry.
It won't be boring."
Their footsteps were slow and steady as they moved deeper into the forest. Tall trees surrounded them, their leaves whispering softly above. As they walked, the brothers talked quietly, their voices blending with the sounds of the woods. The path was long, and the forest seemed endless, but they did not stop.
Gradually, the air began to change.
A strong wind rushed through the trees, bending branches and sending leaves swirling around them. Ahead, a powerful sunlight broke through the far end of the forest, bright and blinding, as if calling them forward. The darkness of the woods faded with every step.
Finally, they stepped out of the forest and reached the land. The land before them was a stretch of green grass, soft and endless, glowing gently under the morning sun. Above it, the sky spread wide and blue, scattered with slow-moving white clouds. The light was warm, but not harsh, as if the day itself was still waking.
From the sea beyond the land, a cool wind drifted toward them. It carried the scent of salt and water, brushing against their faces and fluttering their clothes. The grass swayed in quiet waves, answering the wind's call.
The younger brother stood still, staring at the beauty before him.
The young boy was angry with his brother.
They walked together into the grassland; their footsteps slow and quiet. The younger brother did not speak at all. His face was closed, his thoughts heavy.
A long silence followed between them.
At last, the elder brother spoke softly to the boy. He lifted his hand and pointed toward something in the distance.
"Look there."
The younger brother slowly raised his head and followed his brother's finger with his eyes. He looked in that direction—and then he saw her.
A girl was standing there.
Then the young boy realized that they were all going in the same direction, He looked at his brother, his eyes full of questions and confusion.
They were close to the girl, and his brother called her, "Viora.".
Viora turned around to see them, and at that moment the young one quickly hid behind his elder brother, peeking out shyly—when he saw her, she was like pure water, with blue eyes, black hair, and blue-tipped ends glowing softly. When she saw them, she smiled. That smile was brighter than the sun. She noticed the boy hiding behind his brother, then gently knelt down and called out to him.
He looked at his brother, then slowly stepped out from behind him and come in front of viora. She gently touched his head, smiling softly.
Her left hand moves to her side as she took out a bag and pulled a book from it. She gave him the book as a gift, A story book.
He looked at his brother once again, then look the book from her hand. Then the time his mind was full of confusion-why she was waiting for us, who she was, and why she had given me the book. Many questions filled his thoughts at once, suddenly she asked him,
"Tell me… what is your name?",
"Thiago....".
" show me your power", what kind of power have you obtained? :show me....
He froze at the sound of the word, because he didn't know anything about the power he had obtained, slowly ,he lowered his head and said to her in a tiny voice,: "I don't know".
She heard what he said, then she smiled and said: "come with me"
Then she stood up, took his hand, and began walking along the narrow path,[ they were heading toward the city of the kingdom.]
At the same time, three kids—about the same age as Thiago—were lying on the beachside of the grassland. They were looking out at the sea, where several islands rested far away on the horizon. The islands appeared distant and untouched. No one was allowed to enter them, though the children did not know this. They only watched in silence, drawn to the islands without understanding why.
Then Viora, Thiago, and his brother were in the library of the kingdom. Thiago was very curious about why she had brought him there and about the book in his hands.
They passed through the grand doors and entered the library proper.
It was vast and circular, built like the inside of an ancient tree. Towering shelves curved upward endlessly, branching out like roots and limbs, layered with walkways and spiral stairs. Soft golden light filtered down from high above, as if the library itself were alive and breathing.
But Viora did not stop.
She guided them past the open halls, away from the scholars and scribes, deeper into the heart of the structure. Behind a towering shelf carved with forgotten runes, she pressed her palm against the wood.
The shelf shifted silently.
A hidden passage opened.
They stepped inside.
The air changed—cooler, heavier, filled with a presence that made Thiago's chest tighten. The chamber was small compared to the library above, yet something within it demanded reverence. At its center rested a massive book, nearly twelve feet tall. The book was already open, its pages spread wide, and several of them were filled with ancient writing.
Viora stepped forward, her voice low and steady,
"This," she said, placing her hand near the massive pages, "is the Book of Origin."
Both of them stood in silence, utterly confused, for they had never heard of such a book before. Viora looked at them and spoke slowly, choosing her words with care.
"The Book of Origin is the source of all magic," she said. "Every spell, every element, every power in this world comes from it."
"When a child is born, the book records that moment. It decides what kind of power the child will possess—fire, water, light, darkness, or something far rarer." Long ago, when the world was still young, there were several great islands scattered across the sea.
Upon those islands lived the Seven-Headed Dragon, ancient beings who ruled over the balance of the world. "One day," Viora continued, "our first king faced one of the Seven-Headed Dragons."
Her voice grew quieter.
"The king defeated the dragon… but its death did not end its power. Instead, the dragon's essence shattered and transformed into many books—each one carrying a fragment of its magic."
She gestured toward the massive tome before them.
"And from the heart of that dragon was born one great book…
the Book of Origin."
A heavy silence filled the chamber.
Viora's expression darkened slightly as she continued.
"After that day, the islands where the dragons once lived… vanished."
"No one knows where they are now."
She looked at Thiago carefully.
"They were lost to time. Hidden. Forgotten."
"Even the kingdom no longer knows their true location."
Her voice dropped to almost a whisper.
"Only legends remain."
Viora looked at Thiago softly, "Your power was not given to you by chance," she said gently.
"It was created for a reason."
She placed her hand lightly over her chest, then looked back at him.
"We need you, Thiago…
Your power is meant to protect this kingdom."
Her voice was calm, almost comforting.
"That is why you were chosen.
They slowly turned and walked out of the hidden chamber, their footsteps fading into the silence of the library.
[But the camera did not follow them.
Instead, it remained behind—focused on the Book of Origin.]
For a moment, everything was still.
Then suddenly…
The pages began to move on their own.
One by one, they fluttered backward, flipping rapidly as if time itself were rewinding. The sound was soft but unsettling, like whispers brushing against stone.
The pages stopped.
A black page slowly revealed itself.
It was darker than the shadows around it—deep, endless, alive.
written in an unknown language, shifting and forming as if being written by an unseen hand.
The book trembled slightly.
Something had changed.
Something had awakened.
A man entered,
[the camera lingering on his legs as he crossed the threshold—the shot keeping the viewer partially in the dark about his identity.]
He moved toward a broken wooden table laden with scattered papers and hand-drawn maps, some torn, some faded.
He picked up one particularly old sheet, fingers brushing the brittle edges
"Eno sa, " he murmured, almost to himself, "why did you give me this?".
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