Deadly Knight Shade (pilot)

The FULL MOON shines from behind a distant PRISTINE CASTLE.

Mossy trees and gnarled branches surround VIVIAN BERGERON (17). She has long BROWN HAIR, and sharply angled EARS. Fierce DETERMINATION masks her fear.

A harsh beam of moonlight illuminates her path.

A ROYAL THRONE wrapped in CHAINS and BLACK ROSES looms ahead. Chains slither off the throne, inviting her to sit.

Floating FLAT STONES form a path. GIANT VINES erupt through the earth and shatter them.

The harsh spotlight swings to her.

Vivian turns to run, but the forest undergrowth blocks her path. A flurry of WIND and RED LEAVES lifts her into the sky.

Vivian lands on a thick layer of clouds. The surface ripples like fresh ice. She slips with a startled yelp.

Red leaves catch her, then nudge her forward into a glide. She laughs as the leaves guide her like a dance partner, the wind whistling a MELODY.

Then one by one, the leaves burst into flames.

No, wait-

The last leaf burns away in her hand.

Gravity returns, and Vivian falls through the clouds.

Far below her, the castle comes into view. A TWISTED BLACK TREE’S roots have overtaken the stone structure, choking it.

Lightning FLASHES. THUNDER echoes as she falls.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! A STERN FEMALE voice calls out.

Miss Vivian, it’s time to get up!

Vivian jolts upright on her ENORMOUS BED in a nest of stuffed animals, kicking a paperback novel to the floor.

Her room is grand, but impersonal with heavy furniture and stone floors. A tri-fold VANITY MIRROR gleams at the center.

Dust-covered dollhouses linger in a corner.

She retrieves her book, *Sasha Sidewinder and the Haunted Castle, *and flips to a page marked by a RED LEAF.

There is an illustration of a WOMAN (20s) standing before MOSSY CASTLE RUINS. She lingers, then sets it aside.

A tiny castle inside a SNOW GLOBE on her bedside table catches her attention. “BERGERON CASTLE” is engraved on it.

Vivian shakes it. ROSE PETALS float around the castle.

She yawns. Her gaze shifts to an ENVELOPE addressed to “The Birthday Girl.” She almost breaks the seal, but freezes.

It’s sealed with the BERGERON FAMILY CREST - a TWISTED TREE wrapped in VINES. A RING presses against the paper.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

She startles and drops it, pulling her hands to her chest.

We’re burning daylight, Your Highness!

Vivian turns to glare at the door.

I’m coming! Jeez!

She gives the envelope a second glance, her hands balled into fists, then walks away.

The vanity mirror displays Vivian’s image in triplicate as she walks past it. She pulls the HEAVY DOOR open.

SOLARIS (45), a gold-scaled HUMANOID DRAGON in a practical tunic and boots, enters with a swish of her tail. Horns frame her stern expression, black glasses perched beneath them.

Two SPECTRAL HANDS matching her own float behind her, taking notes on parchment.

Can’t I have a day off, Solaris?

Solaris adjusts her glasses and peers at her notes, then looks up with a smile.

Sure.

Vivian’s eyes light up.

(sarcastic)

How does tomorrow sound?

Vivian scowls.

Today is booked solid with preparations for the Bergeron Gala.

Solaris whips open the curtains, revealing a WIDE WINDOW and GLASS DOOR to Vivian’s balcony.

You mean my birthday party?

A gala is much more than a birthday party. You’ll-

Vivian runs past her to go outside. Solaris gives an exasperated sigh.

Vivian leans on the barrier and scans the area.

A running track outlines the TRAINING FIELD. Fighting dummies, archery targets, and practice weapon supply barrels divide the land into sections.

Miss Vivian, come inside at once!

Drake promised he’d be back by now!

Solaris steps outside as well.

And a knight’s promise is never broken. Now, put some proper clothes on!

Vivian drags her feet, but follows her inside.

Your father is expecting a princess, not a barefoot whirlwind.

There’s a CRASH of ceramic and silverware outside the room.

VICTORIA and VALERIE (ELF, 4), TWINS with BLONDE hair, race down the hallway still in their nightgowns. They weave between HUMAN servants holding fragile objects.

Victoria and Valerie burst into Vivian’s room, laughing together. They climb onto her bed and jump around.

Miss Victoria, Miss Valerie, that is not ladylike.

Vivian runs over to her sisters with a mischievous grin.

Uh oh, guess what?

The girls wait with eager grins. She wiggles her fingers as if to grab them.

The tickle monster is here!

They run away, shrieking. A harried HUMAN WOMAN in a servant’s uniform, NANNY (50), rushes into the room before they can escape.

Th-thank you, Your Highness.

Girls, no bullying Nanny.

The girls giggle as Nanny leads them out by the hand.

Now, time for your dress fitting.

Solaris SNAPS her fingers. Another SPECTRAL HAND sheds from her own and floats away. It pulls a rope on the wall, a JINGLE echoes in the distance.

MONTAGE:

— Vivian stands barefoot on a stool, arms held out. MILA (18) spins fabric around her like a maypole dancer.

— GRETA (16) clutches a pin cushion as she darts around with a measuring tape. She yanks it tight across Vivian’s ribs.

— Vivian steps into fancy shoes, takes wobbly steps forward, then collapses onto a chair.

— Greta attacks her with a comb and hair rollers; Mila seals it with hairspray.

End montage:

Vivian glares at her reflection: an elegant dress, a tight bodice, and an army of pins in her hair.

(muttering)

Now presenting... the royal pincushion.

Want some cheese with that whine?

Vivian sighs as Solaris chuckles at her own terrible joke.

A spectral hand flies to Solaris’s side, tapping her on the shoulder with an ENVELOPE.

Oh? Yes, thank you.

She slices it open with a talon and reads the letter.

What’s it say?

Solaris hesitates before speaking.

King Harvey Denbel and his son, Harold, accepted their invitation.

What?! Who invited Scary Harry? He’s the worst!

His Majesty must have, but...

She adjusts her glasses and scans the rest of the letter.

It’s too last-minute for my taste.

A DUSTY PIPE ORGAN towers over Vivian and Solaris. Vivian sits with her harp, wearing a less formal dress. Her hair is pinned up in a chaotic crown of CURLING ROLLERS.

Solaris sorts through several different sheet music folders.

Aha, here it is.

She selects a WORN page of sheet music titled *Ever Yours.*

His Majesty requested this one. I’m sure it will liven the mood.

Not if everyone’s passed out from boredom.

Then it will be your job to keep them awake.

Her spectral hands place the wrinkled paper on the stand.

Here, look over this while I organize these papers. What a mess!

Solaris SNAPS her fingers. More spectral hands appear. She passes them papers as she sorts through the old sheet music.

Vivian plucks out the first notes of the song, mimicking the MELODY from her dream.

I think I’ve heard this before.

(distracted)

Keep going. It sounds fine.

As Vivian plays, a low resonance coming from the PIPE ORGAN fills the room.

Solaris pauses her work and observes. Vivian plays with her eyes closed. The pipe organ accompanies her now.

It hits a dissonant chord. Her eyes open, now WHITE.

Miss Vivian, stop!

A SONIC BOOM of force bursts from Vivian.

Solaris reacts with a SNAP of her fingers and summons a magical shield.

Her spectral hands fade, dropping their papers. The door swings open with a heavy slam.

DRAKE (19, HUMAN), TALL and BROAD-SHOULDERED in a crisp CAPTAIN’S uniform, rushes in with his sword drawn.

Don’t move!

Drake’s eyes quickly scan the room before meeting hers. A smile flashes across his face.

Everything ok, Viv?

Vivian blinks, disoriented. Her eyes are normal again.

Drake, you’re here!

He notices the sheet music all over the floor.

Was that just the organ?

Solaris waves her hand through the shield, and it dissipates.

I wasn’t aware it was still functional.

At least it wasn’t an assassin.

Drake huffs a small laugh, sheathing his sword.

Don’t jinx it.

Solaris takes a seat with a groan.

Congratulations on your new title, Captain Drake. You remind me of your father when he was your age.

(light bow)

Thank you, ma’am.

When did you get back?

At dawn, but I was with the king finalizing the new transfer.

SIR LEON, a BARREL-CHESTED HALF-ELF man in HEAVY BLACK ARMOR, ducks into the room. He stops just inside the doorway.

Sir Leon - Denbel’s first half-elf knight. I wanted to introduce you all before the gala.

Drake indicates to the HULKING FIGURE. Sir Leon’s YELLOWED EYES glare at Vivian.

Denbel is sending soldiers now?

Solaris raises an eyebrow, unimpressed. Vivian marvels at Sir Leon as if he were a zoo animal.

(whispers)

He’s huge. What armor is that?

Her eyes lock with his. His eyes SWIRL with dark smoke.

Obsidian, but I’ve told him-

His voice fades away. A high-pitched static cuts Vivian’s hearing. Her eyes flash WHITE.

Begin vision:

The MELODY returns, sharp and reversed. Vivian FALLS through the clouds toward Bergeron Castle far below.

The TWISTED TREE withers, choked by VINES around it. BLACK APPLES swell on its branches, then flash into a WHITE LIGHT.

She shields her face. Drake’s voice ECHOES in her head.

Viv? Hey, Vivian!

back to scene:

She gasps awake on the floor, Drake kneeling by her side.

Check her eyes!

Drake examines Vivian’s eyes.

Brown, as always.

Vivian groans in mock disappointment.

Aww, I was hoping for red.

Drake scoffs, then drops a few stray pages onto her face.

Yeah, she’s fine.

Vivian sputters, blowing the papers away.

(sheepish)

I, uh, didn’t sleep much last night.

Up too late reading that silly book, no doubt.

Did I get the right one?

Vivian brightens instantly, back on her feet.

Yes! I couldn’t put it down!

If only you were this avid with your studies.

Vivian rolls her eyes. Solaris rolls up her sleeves. Drake and Vivian whisper as they help gather sheet music.

(quiet, to Drake)

Boring day, huh?

I wish. Gotta deal with the recruits next.

Drake nudges her with his elbow.

They could use a morale boost.

Vivian lights up, but masks her glee. Solaris interrupts.

Thank you for the help, Captain. We have it from here.

Yes, ma’am.

He pauses with Vivian, lowering his voice.

Be careful, okay?

(brushing him off)

Yeah, yeah.

Drake smirks despite himself and bows before leaving. Sir Leon remains in place, motionless. Solaris watches him.

Sir Leon? Is everything alright?

He nods, the armor grinding with each movement, then leaves.

Solaris sighs, massaging her forehead, and SNAPS her fingers. Her spectral hands organize the rest of the mess.

Can’t I have free time today? I can play these with my eyes closed.

Solaris gives her a side-eyed look.

Even the one your father requested?

(pointing to her temples)

Totally. In my mind, right now.

Solaris contemplates the suggestion.

I do need to do some research...

It can be a humble gift to the fair elven princess on the afternoon of her seventeenth year.

She gives her puppy dog eyes, begging.

Fine, but only if you promise to stay in the gardens.

Vivian pumps her fist in the air.

(lying)

Yes! Ok, I promise.

I’ll be in the library if-

Vivian kicks off her heels and dashes out before Solaris finishes speaking.

Vivian grabs her book and throws open the balcony door.

Vivian looks over the railing.

The TRAINING FIELD is now filled. YOUNG GUARDS - human and half-elf - line up in light armor, passing out WOODEN SWORDS.

Yes, it’s sword day!

She rushes back inside.

Vivian reaches behind a dollhouse to retrieve her own hidden WOODEN SWORD.

Vivian peeks out the door. A group of servants stops what they’re doing and turns to her with uniform smiles.

Happy birthday, Princess Vivian!

She gives a weak smile. It fades as she shuts the door.

Vivian approaches a LARGE PAINTING on her wall.

Shortcut it is.

She pulls on the frame. It swings open, revealing a HIDDEN PASSAGE. With her BOOK and WOODEN SWORD, she exits her room.

Vivian walks briskly, her wooden sword slung on her back. She slows at a RED DOOR. Heated voices echo from inside.

The Bergeron Kingdom needs unity, not hesitation!

She freezes.

Unity? Oh yes, they’ll be united... in a graveyard.

Vivian tiptoes to the keyhole and peers inside.

Through the keyhole

King CASTIEN BERGERON paces in front of a crackling hearth, every inch the battle-worn ruler. Vivian resembles Castien with his long DARK BROWN hair and HEADSTRONG personality.

Queen ALMA BERGERON stands firm, arms crossed. She has SHARP features and BRAIDED BLONDE hair. Her voice is GENTLE, but COMMANDING.

The Variants must pull their weight. No one will be left to protect her if we-

They’re children, Castien!

(warning)

Alma-

At least Celeste admitted her mistakes in the end, but you-

I burned the last of that cursed harvest with my own hands!

Castien's jaw clenches. He turns to face the fire.

And all we have left... are ashes of her success.

Vivian steps back. Her foot brushes the edge of her sword.

A soft THUD scrapes against the wooden floor, and she gasps.

Did you hear that?

Hear what?

Heavy footsteps approach Vivian.

Vivian runs from the red door, eyes wide.

(muttering to herself)

I thought Queen Celeste was ancient history. Why was Mother so upset?

She follows in the passage and descends a set of stairs.

She slips through the hidden stone door, squinting at the sudden light.

Just as the main castle doors creak open, Vivian dives behind the hedges.

Vivian darts through the stables. CENDRILLON, a white horse, WHINNIES loudly at her.

Cendrillon, shh!

Cendrillon SNORTS as Vivian ducks out of the building and dives behind a tree.

Vivian looks on from behind the trees.

TRAINEE GUARDS stand in a circle with WOODEN SWORDS. Their practice swings are slow and STIFF.

Drake stands in the middle, stretching his shoulders before taking a fighting stance.

All right, who’s first?

A HUMAN GUARD runs at Drake, readying an overhead swing.

Drake blocks the slow swing and disarms the guard. Two more charge; one trips into the other. The onlooking guards laugh.

Intercut sidelines/the huddle

Vivian laughs. Drake looks over his shoulder. Vivian hides.

A YOUNG HALF-ELF GUARD charges at Drake. He focuses back on the fight.

Vivian runs to the tree behind Drake. She sets her book down nearby and readies her wooden sword.

Drake hits the half-elf guard with his swings - the half-elf guard flinches.

You have a weapon! Hit me back!

Vivian’s eyes light up as she notices an opening in Drake’s defenses, then rushes in.

The half-elf guard YELLS out a battle cry and charges.

Vivian DIVES in front to hit Drake. The half-elf guard, mid-swing, panics. Drake JUMPS between them.

The half-elf guard’s wooden sword FLIPS away.

Gotcha!

Vivian strikes Drake’s side. The half-elf guard heaves a SIGH of relief and collapses to the ground. A few of his friends drag him away.

You can’t do two-on-one. That’s cheating!

All’s fair in love and birthdays!

Drake cups his hands around his mouth.

Gather around, everyone! It’s time!

The guards form squad lines. Sir Leon stands in the back.

Happy birthday, Princess Vivian!

A few guards start a rough, off-key birthday song. Others join in.

Vivian blushes and glares at Drake.

Is this the morale boost?

Drake laughs.

Hey, it was their idea.

The birthday song ends.

Now find a partner and start the sword drills!

Yes, Captain!

The guards follow orders.

Sir Leon marches up to Vivian and stares silently, then walks away. Vivian raises an eyebrow.

(to Drake)

The strong, silent type, huh?

Maybe he doesn’t like your hair?

Frowning, Vivian unravels a few curling rollers.

Aww, c’mon. It’s not that bad.

Sometimes I want to cut it all off.

She combs through her hair. Her fingers get stuck in a knot.

Lend me your sword for a moment.

Not a chance.

Vivian leaves her hair half undone.

I got a letter earlier... Scary Harry is coming to the gala.

Ugh, seriously? But he’s the worst! Who invited him?

Father did.

Drake sighs, then shakes his head.

Well, lucky for you, I brought back someone special.

Cut to:

Drake opens his LEATHER BAG and removes a BLANKET BUNDLE. Vivian moves it aside and GASPS.

It’s a WHITE FLYING SQUIRREL with RABBIT EARS and a FLUFFY TAIL. It has BIG BLACK EYES and BLACK SPECKLES on its spine.

This is Vanilla Bean, but I mostly call him Bean. I found him almost frozen stiff up in the north.

VANILLA BEAN SQUEAKS. Vivian SQUEALS in delight. She reaches out to pet him, but Bean jumps into Drake’s hair.

Did I scare him?

You gotta let him smell you first.

Drake takes Vivian’s hand and holds it up to Bean.

Bean peeks out to sniff her hand and licks it.

(giggling)

He’s so adorable!

Drake pries Bean out of his hair, now messier than Vivian’s. She barely stifles a snort of laughter at the sight.

You should definitely wear your hair like that to the gala.

Only if you keep the style you’ve got now.

Father would be furious.

She stomps her feet and waves her finger, imitating Castien.

(deep voice)

Just what do you think you’re doing, young lady? You know better than to behave in this manner!

Drake hides a wry smile as he tucks Bean back in his bag.

A strong breeze blows. Leaves flutter away from the trees. One lands in Vivian’s hair. Drake removes the leaf and twists it around in his fingers.

Hey, don’t worry so much. I’ll be by your side the whole night.

She watches the leaf in his hand. A strange sense of déjà vu washes over her.

Are you sure you’re feeling okay? You fell over pretty hard earlier.

I... think so.

Loud SHOUTS come from the huddle.

Back off, you stupid half-breed!

You take that back!

Drake runs to the shouts. Vivian follows.

Two guards are FIGHTING amongst themselves.

A HUMAN GUARD, SIR GABRIEL (35), holds back CRAG (16). Crag is a HALF-ELF with TOUGH GREEN-GRAY SKIN. Small TUSKS poke out from his bottom lip.

ZAIDEN (17), a HUMAN GUARD, lies on the ground.

Everyone, let’s just-

Zaiden jumps to his feet.

(to Crag)

Mutts like you should be on a leash!

Bring it, monkey man!

Crag shoves Sir Gabriel away.

Zaiden and Crag face head-to-head, ready to brawl again.

That’s not very nice!

Vivian runs between them.

You’re both soldiers on the same side. You should be working together!

*Well, excuse me, Princess*, but when’s the last time you’ve been outside these walls?

Vivian stammers, then goes quiet. She considers his question, then turns away and walks back to the sidelines.Crag pushes through the crowd to stomp away.

(mutters as he walks off)

Stupid princess thinks she knows everything.

The other humans surround Zaiden to ask what happened.

Drake looks over his shoulder, watching Vivian trudge back to the sidelines. He clenches his fists.

Since Crag has extra energy today, more laps for everyone!

The guards groan.

You heard your captain. Move it!

Drake and Vivian sit together in the shade, watching the guards jog laps.

ON THE FIELD

Zaiden leads the front.

I’m sorry about Crag. I know he didn’t mean it.

Well, he wasn’t wrong... What were they fighting about?

The men don’t think Variants belong in the royal guard. The changes have them restless.

But Father says the Bergeron Kingdom needs unity. It makes no sense not to work together.

At the back, Crag keeps pace. A HUMAN GUARD lets him pass, then punches Crag’s shoulder before sprinting ahead.

Everyone has their own excuse.

Crag looks angry but keeps running at his regular pace.

on vivian and drake

What is he?

Crag? He’s a half-elf.

(pointing at her jaw)

He doesn’t look like one.

I haven’t exactly asked him to draw out his family tree, Viv.

on the field

Sir Leon lags behind the group but maintains a steady pace.

What about Sir Leon?

Nobody messes with Sir Leon.

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Vivian laughs. Drake doesn’t.

I brought the book with me. Wait here, I’ll go get it.

She retrieves it. She also takes a BOW and a few ARROWS from the weapon supply barrels.

When Vivian returns, she hands the book to Drake. He opens it, flipping through the illustrations.

I just got to the part where Sasha makes it to a castle.

She struggles to nock an arrow and draw it back.

The haunted castle?

Vivian’s fingers slip and the arrow flies.

Hey, spoilers!

The arrow hits Sir Leon’s HELMET with a CLINK! He stops, turns around, and marches stiffly in the opposite direction.

Viv, it’s in the title.

Guards SHOUT at each other.

Sorry, I gotta go deal with this.

Drake hurries to break it up.

Really, guys? Cut it out!

Vivian hears CLANKS and SCRAPES approaching. She turns to see Sir Leon holding the arrow she fired.

She reaches for her arrow.

Oh, thank you, Sir Leon.

Sir Leon stiffens. A low RUMBLE vibrates through the air, like a storm trapped in a bell jar.

His yellowed eyes flash BLACK.

Vivian steps back in fear. Her eyes widen as white light flickers within them.

BLACK SMOKE pours from his mouth.

Drake scolds some of the guards. They’re beaten up and bruised from their fighting.

Just go to your bunk. I don’t-

At the sound of COUGHING, he turns his head.

BLACK SMOKE spews from Sir Leon’s MOUTH, weaving around Vivian like CHAINS.Drake rushes back to her.

Vivian CHOKES on the smoke.

What are you doing? Stop!

Drake jumps between Sir Leon and Vivian. Sunlight FLASHES along his steel blade.

Stay away from her!

Sir Leon ROARS. His body MELTS into a DARK PURPLE SLUDGE, pulsing with sickly veins. The armor CRASHES down.

GASPS ripple through the ranks.

W-what is he doing?

It’s a Shade! But how-

The foul mass SWELLS and HISSES. Acid drips off, burning grass where it lands.

Guards, to arms!

Trainees gather armaments, but find only WOODEN training gear. They hesitate before the growing monster.

The Shade consumes Leon’s fallen armor, adding to its oozing mass. It lifts a SHIELD, then HURLS it like a discus.

Vivian is in the direct path.

Look out!

He tackles her to the ground.

The shield BLASTS past them and SLAMS into a tree. Splinters fly. A GUARD SCREAMS offscreen.

Drake pulls Vivian up.

Run!

He turns and CHARGES the Shade.

She runs. Behind her, the Shade hurls a helmet like a cannonball toward the guards. They scatter, avoiding impact.

Vivian stops to watch. Drake dodges another piece of the flying armor. He closes the distance and strikes the Shade.

SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! Each swipe sends chunks flying.

Why. Won’t. You. Die!

The Shade’s limbs writhe like eels. Drake pauses to catch his breath. The Shade REFORMS, whole again.

Vivian grabs a nearby bow and turns back. She fumbles an arrow into place, hands shaking.

Here, I can help!

She fires at the Shade and hits it. The arrow vanishes, absorbed into the mass.

The Shade turns to face Vivian. It forms a massive ARM from sludge and fused armor. It SLAMS downward. The ground ERUPTS.

A shockwave KNOCKS the guards flat. Drake evades the attack.

Vivian falls prone a few feet from him. A tendril SHOOTS out toward her.

Drake dives into its path. It latches onto him instead.

Vivian-

An outcry of pain cuts off his words. The sludge surges up his body, locking him in place.

Vivian reaches for another arrow, but has none. She throws her bow. It bounces off the Shade.

The Shade ROARS in response. A BLACK PORTAL tears open behind it, spiraling inward. It drags Drake inside, leaving the obsidian armor behind.

(panic growing)

Let him go, you beast!

Vivian runs to the portal. A ROTTEN BLACK FRUIT drops through it, and snaps shut.

She stops short before the fruit and falls to her knees.

Wait, Miss Vivian!

The crowd parts as Solaris rushes to her side. She puts an arm around her to lead her away.

(monotone)

Where is he?

It’s not safe here. Come with-

Vivian resists.

He should be here. He promised!

Just like how you promised you would stay in the gardens?

Vivian shrugs, now silent. Solaris’s concern hardens.

You are not trained for this. Your choices have consequences-

(sarcastically)

Sorry I’m not the perfect princess everyone wants me to be!

Solaris exhales sharply. Smoke flares from her nostrils.

Then start by doing as you’re told.

She SNAPS her fingers. A SPECTRAL HAND grabs Vivian’s wrist.

Hey, let me go!

Solaris ignores Vivian’s protests as they march back to the castle.

Drake lies unconscious in a dimly lit dungeon. His sword arm is burned, and his uniform is shredded. Shackles pin him to the stone floor.

A DEVILISH BOY, DORIAN (18), paces outside the cell — gray-blue skin, small curling horns, and a long, spade-tipped tail that coils nervously around his leg.

(apprehensive)

S-sir? I think it... got the wrong one.

The heavy cell door creaks open. Dorian leans into the cell, nudging Drake with the toe of his boot.

Drake locks eyes with the boy, then bolts upright.

(softly)

Wrong? Or... unexpected?

Dorian’s SHADOW ripples across the floor like spilled ink, rising into THE CONDUCTOR — an immaculately dressed man with a BLINDFOLD and a conductor’s baton in hand.

I may have a use for you just yet.

Dorian swallows hard. His tail uncoils. Drake fights against his restraints, glaring at the new arrival.

If you came for the princess, you’ll leave in pieces.

The Conductor lifts a gloved hand, and Drake’s shackles tighten. The metal shrieks faintly.

(chuckling)

Ah, yes, Castien’s precious heir. You sound just like your father did... Before he died.

He raises his baton. Drake tenses.

(strained)

The whole kingdom stands ready to stop you.

I know...

(leans in)

But can they stop her?

The Conductor bares his SHARP FANGS in a grin.

Rest now, Captain.

With a flick of his baton, SHADOWS creep over Drake’s body, and his skin hardens into STONE.

So... what now?

The Conductor chuckles.

We wait... The intermission is nearly complete.

The door swings open. A spectral hand pulls Vivian into the room, then dissipates. Solaris follows close behind.

The balcony door is wide open. The wind stirs the curtains.

Vivian massages her wrist.

You didn’t have to hold on so tight. I’m not going to fly away.

Solaris rushes across the room to shut the balcony door.

At this point, I’m half convinced you might.

There’s a knock at the door. Solaris exhales, regaining composure.

Get some rest. Stay out of trouble.

She exits. Locks CLICK.

How is the princess recovering?

Vivian runs to the door and rattles the knob.

You can’t keep me in here forever!

She’s... confused. His Majesty wants her secured until the gala.

Vivian kicks the door, then paces her room.

A crinkling sound catches her attention.

Bean scurries onto the bedside table, chewing on a WAX-SEALED ENVELOPE. DRAKE’S BAG rests next to him.

Bean? How did you- Wait, what do you have there?

Bean chews on the envelope faster.

Hey, paper is not for eating!

She lunges at him. He jumps away and crawls under the bed.

Vivian reaches out to Bean with grabby hands.

I can get you some proper food... once I figure out what you eat.

Bean tilts his head, then drops the half-chewed envelope in her hand with a SQUEAK.

Vivian stands and turns the envelope over. She takes a deep breath, then breaks the ROYAL WAX SEAL.

A BERGERON SIGNET RING falls into her palm. She stares at it, then rechecks the envelope.

She slips it on. It’s a perfect fit. She scoffs, then squints at the crest engraved on the ring.

Stupid ring...

Her vision BLURS. She grabs the bedside table for support.

BeGIN vision:

Vivian plummets into darkness.

Heavy vines strangle a twisted black tree. Its white apples pulse with light, then explode in a blinding FLASH.

A black apple pops through the portal from the other side.

It MELTS into the earth. A new twisted black tree breaks through.

A glowing figure reaches out. Roots swallow them whole.

Roots erupt, devouring the castle.

END vision:

back to scene

Vivian stumbles and elbows the snow globe off the side table.

It SHATTERS. Broken glass and flecks of red scatter the floor. The liquid absorbs into the rug.

The miniature castle remains unbroken.

She drags over another nearby rug and drops it over the mess. Bean, now on the bed, squeaks with concern.

Vivian sits next to him, tears welling in her eyes.

This ring... isn’t mine.

She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.

What would Sasha Sidewinder do?

She wipes her eyes roughly with her sleeve.

Something cool... probably.

She searches through Drake’s bag, but it’s empty.

The book. It’s not here.

Vivian looks out in time to see the flash of lightning. A rumble of thunder quickly follows.

Bean hops away to the door. He paws at it, then turns back to her with a squeak.

There’s no point. I’m not allowed to leave.

Bean thumps his hind leg and squeaks. Vivian laughs.

Drake wouldn’t wait for permission, would he?

She looks at the large painting.

(to herself)

And neither will we.

Vivian slips through the hidden passage with Bean on her shoulder. She goes straight to the RED DOOR.

King Castien Bergeron sits at a desk strewn with memos and half-burned candles. His shoulders are tense, his jaw set. He scans the contents of a long roll of parchment.

Vivian bursts in. Two HUMAN GUARDS reach for their weapons but stop when they see her.

Father, I need to speak with you. Now.

Castien looks up from his work and narrows his eyes.

Solaris let you out looking like that?

He gestures at her now tangled hair and torn dress. Bean hides in her hair. Vivian’s voice wavers, panic creeping in.

T-the Shade took Drake. We need to bring him back.

Castien’s expression hardens.

You barge in here about *him*?

He saved everyone today. Including me!

That was his duty.

Vivian is taken aback.

We’re just going to abandon him?

Castien exhales sharply, turning back to his work.

*We* cannot afford to search for one man when the enemy has already crossed our gates.

I’ll lead the search party myself if I have to.

Vivian holds up the signet ring.

While you hide in here like a coward!

Castien stands, and the room goes silent. He and Vivian lock eyes, matching in their anger.

I am your father and your king. We will not follow orders given by a spoiled child.

Castien sits and takes up the parchment again. A steely calmness barely hides his anger.

Return to your room at once.

The fight drains out of Vivian.

Why not lock me up in the dungeons, while you’re at it?!

She pushes past the guards.

Castien watches her disappear down the corridor.

Heavy rain begins to fall.

Vivian ducks under the shelter of a gazebo and sits on a damp wooden bench.

Bean hops to a nearby berry bush with a curious SQUEAK. He picks one and stuffs it in his mouth.

He offers Vivian a second berry. She takes it with a smile.

Thanks, Bean.

She lies down and examines her signet ring again.

Who do you really belong to?

There’s no response. She sighs, lies down, and rests her head on her arms.

In silence, they listen to the HEAVY RAIN until their breathing slows and they fall asleep.

Light rain falls. Castien strides past the gazebo with his head on a swivel. He freezes when he catches sight of Vivian.

He steps closer.

CASTIEN'S POV:

Vivian sleeps curled up on the wooden bench, shivering. Bean peeks out from the crook of Vivian’s neck, SQUEAKS in fright, and vanishes into her hair.

Back TO scene:

Castien kneels, then brushes damp hair away from her face.

She murmurs in her sleep.

(sleep talking)

Drake...

Castien exhales, relieved. He gathers Vivian into his arms.

Her face presses against his chest. Her breathing settles.

(softly)

You’re so much like her...

He looks away. Lightning CRACKS behind him as he walks back toward the castle, each step heavy.

The fireplace glows warmly. Castien steps inside, careful not to wake her as he sets her down in a soft chair.

Bean wriggles out of her hair and explores the dollhouse.

He lingers for a moment. His hand hovers near Vivian’s cheek, but he doesn’t touch her.

Solaris enters, then clears her throat to announce herself.

Castien straightens his posture. His voice lowers, authoritative.

Again, she has slipped away under your watch.

My apologies, Your-

I have been more than patient with you because of-

Vivian stirs in her sleep. They both freeze, watching her.

(hushed)

Do not let her out of your sight again, or your job won’t be the only thing you lose.

Solaris flinches and lowers her head in a bow.

Yes, Your Majesty.

Castien exits. Solaris watches him go, her face unreadable.

Vivian wakes with a groan, then jumps, startled at the sight of Solaris. She looks away somberly.

I’ve made things worse, haven’t I?

Probably... but we’ll worry about that later.

She pauses to examine Vivian.

What matters is that you’re safe. Nothing bad can reach us here.

She steps away to call in the other servants.

Vivian fiddles with the signet ring on her finger. Bean nuzzles at her cheek.

Solaris?

Yes, Miss Vivian?

How can you tell the difference between a dream and a vision?

Solaris gives her full attention.

It... depends. Why do you ask?

Vivian shows Solaris the seal on her new signet ring.

Since this morning, I keep seeing a tree that looks like this. Its fruit was pure white.

A surprised look creases Solaris’s scaled features.

The exact opposite of what the Shade left behind.

Bliss Fruit? No, it can’t- What else did you see?

Roots were growing all over the castle. Someone was trying to stop it, but they couldn’t.

(to herself)

This is... too soon.

Mila and Greta burst into the room. Bean SQUEAKS in surprise and hides in a pile of toys.

Our apologies for interrupting, Princess.

We’ve drawn you a bath. We know it’s been-

Mila elbows Greta to stop her from talking.

We’re short on time, Your Highness.

Mila and Greta usher Vivian out of the room. Solaris remains with a troubled look on her face.

MUFFLED VOICES from the CONCERT HALL leak in. A GRAND PIANO works as the centerpiece.

Vivian sits on a green couch. Her hair, makeup, and dress make her look like a living porcelain doll. Bean rests in her lap while she pets him behind the ears.

KNOCK! KNOCK! Vivian looks up. Bean hides in her hairdo.

The door opens, and a HALF-ELF GUARD peeks in.

Princess-

He is pulled back by the collar.

Get out of my way, mutt.

Harold Denbel (18), a WELL-DRESSED ELF MAN with BLACK HAIR and a SMUG GRIN, struts into the room.

Hey there, *Princess*.

He walks over to her.

Vivian stands in alarm, angry and uncomfortable.

Go away, Harry.

She moves away to use the piano as a buffer. Harold follows, switching direction when she does, then corners her.

(smirking)

Where’s your friend?

He’s busy with... knight school.

Harold leans on the piano and smirks.

Heard a Shade tore through your guards. How pathetic.

Vivian stiffens and turns away from Harold, her arms crossed.

Sir Leon came from *your* kingdom!

You say that, but the brute didn’t even get past his front door. They say the stench was unbearable.

He grabs Vivian’s shoulder. Bean LEAPS from her hair and BITES Harold’s hand.

Ow, you little rat!

He flings Bean away.

Bean, no!

The small creature glides and lands on Vivian’s shoulder. Bean SQUEAKS furiously.

Mister Denbel.

Harold turns. Solaris stands in the doorway, unimpressed.

Don’t you have somewhere to be?

Harold flushes, smoothing his jacket.

Yes, ma’am.

He turns to the doorway, then stops to glance back smugly.

No wonder the Shade—

Solaris slams the door in his face.

(arms crossed)

I really do dislike that boy.

Absolutely the worst.

Vivian sits on the couch and SIGHS. Bean climbs into her lap and nudges her hand to pet him.

Solaris sits next to her. Vivian rests her head on Solaris’s shoulder. They both sigh.

Let’s get you backstage.

Solaris waits with Vivian in the wings. Bean sleeps curled up on one of Solaris’s antlers.

Vivian peeks past a corner of the curtain and watches guests taking their seats in the auditorium.

I already know what they’re saying.

A cluster of nobles whispers together, faces pinched.

That I’m useless.

Across the hall, Alma sits alone in the royal booth, focused on her wine. Nanny struggles to keep the twins seated.

Clueless.

Another group laughs with one another.

A complete joke.

They’d be wrong.

Vivian scoffs.

I checked the records. Queen Celeste’s last reported vision was nearly identical to yours.

Vivian looks back at Solaris.

Why nearly?

The “someone” you saw was not mentioned.

Vivian inspects her signet ring again.

The white fruit... What did it say about that?

It’s called Bliss Fruit. Outside of fairy tales, it... can’t exist.

Solaris paces the floor.

What we saw on the training field today was Misery Fruit.

That must be what powered the Shade.

I thought His Majesty had them all destroyed after-

Vivian hangs onto Solaris’s every word.

After what?

Solaris clears her throat.

After today, everything changes.

Vivian tilts her head in confusion.

His Majesty’s plans for the future... Castle security will be strengthened exponentially.

What about Drake?

Be realistic, Miss Vivian.

I am being realistic! If Father wants to hide, fine, but I refuse.

She turns away with her arms crossed.

I’ll go out and find Drake by myself if he’s so afraid.

You are not skilled enough to travel alone, Miss Vivian. Whoever took Captain Drake will try again.

Vivian hesitates in thought, and her expression dims. The weight of despair falls on her shoulders.

When she turns to Solaris, she comes to a sudden realization.

Come with me, then! You’re a dragon, aren’t you?

I’m *Dragonian*. There’s a major difference.

And we could leave tonight while everyone’s busy with the gala.

But His Majesty-

Won’t know a thing until we’re already gone.

Solaris sighs and shakes her head in exasperation, hiding a proud smile behind her hand.

Nothing I say will change your mind, will it?

Vivian crosses her arms in mock defiance.

Absolutely not.

The audience’s loud chattering stops. A HUMAN STAGEHAND enters the backstage.

Your Highness, are you ready?

Vivian looks to Solaris, then nods at the stagehand.

I was born ready.

The stagehand shuffles away.

Solaris returns Vivian’s determination with a cheeky grin.

Then start with the song His Majesty picked. I will take care of the rest.

The sound of an orchestra warming up HUMS beyond the curtain, and the house lights fade.

Vivian pulls Solaris into a quick, fierce hug. Solaris’s face lights up before returning the hug.

Vivian’s harp glistens center stage. She strides to her mark and curtsies. The audience APPLAUDS as she takes a seat.

She sniffles and wipes away a tear. Her hands shake as buzzing whispers echo around the room. A SPOTLIGHT glares from above.

Vivian’s eyes dart to Solaris offstage.

Intercut backstage/concert hall

Solaris motions for Vivian to breathe. Together, they inhale deeply, then slowly exhale.

Vivian begins to play a familiar melody (EVER YOURS). She recognizes it as the song the wind whistled for her in her dream.

Backstage, Solaris moves her fingers like a conductor - ICY BLUE LIGHTS trail from her claws.

She waves her hands, and a GLITTERING SNOW cascades over the well-dressed crowd as they fall prey to Solaris’s enchantment and Vivian’s lullaby.

The audience members fight drowsiness out of politeness, but they yawn and start FALLING ASLEEP.

Alma quickly succumbs to the lullaby’s effects as well.

Vivian shows what she can do with her instrument and plays until the end of the song.

When she looks up, the audience members are sound asleep.

(whispers)

It actually worked.

Miss Vivian, we need to hurry.

Vivian snaps back to reality and runs off stage.

Solaris, Vivian, and Bean hurry through the crowd to the closest exit. Vivian spots her sisters snuggled together, asleep and gently nudges them.

(softly)

Hey, Valerie, Victoria, wake up.

Vivian draws them in for a hug. The girls yawn and cuddle with Vivian.

Vivi?

Sleepy...

Solaris beckons Vivian to hurry up.

Can you keep a secret?

The girls nod sleepily.

Vivi’s going on a trip to bring Drake back.

Vivian gives her sisters each a kiss on their forehead.

I’ll be back soon. Be good and don’t tell Nanny, ok?

She settles them back to sleep, then hurries to Solaris.

Solaris walks ahead at a brisk pace, shaking Bean awake. He grabs hold of her horns before falling off.

Vivian jogs to keep up.

I can’t believe that actually worked! It was almost like the beginning of *Sasha Sidewinder and the Secret* *Tunnel*, except-

Before Solaris opens one of the front doors, she pauses to look at Vivian.

This isn’t like one of your stories, Miss Vivian.

Vivian.

Pardon?

Just Vivian is fine.

Okay then... *Just Vivian*. We still don’t truly know what we’re up against. Once we leave, there’s no return.

Vivian grins at the challenge and kicks off her fancy shoes. Bean jumps over to her shoulder.

I’m ready.

Go straight to the stable where your father’s horses are kept. I’ll meet you there as soon as I can.

Fog has settled around the area as Vivian CRUNCHES with each step down a gravel path. On her right, a heavy WROUGHT IRON FENCE blocks them from entering a small plot of land.

Vivian peers between the bars to get a closer look at a GRAVEYARD full of headstones and statues worn down by time.

A BLACK ROSE rests on one of them. The rest are empty.

Bean SQUEAKS, darting through the gate like a fluffy comet.

She pulls on the front gate. It opens with a loud CREAK.

(hushed)

Bean, we can’t stay here!

She follows Bean through the gravestones of her dead family members. He stops to sniff at the black rose.

Vivian takes the rose but drops it.

Ouch!

Bean SQUEAKS in concern.

Blood falls on the gravestone. Vivian notices the name engraved on it.

“CELESTE BERGERON: BELOVED SISTER AND QUEEN.”

(softly)

What happened to you?

Vivian inspects her cut thumb.

C’mon Bean, we need to hurry.

Vivian peeks through the entrance of the stables.

Several horses sleep in their stalls. A large hay trough rises in the center. A DUSTY WORKBENCH with farm tools is lined against the wall.

Seeing no one there, she walks in.

The PILE OF HAY rustles. Solaris stands from her hiding place. She now wears a short tunic and PANTS, with a worn leather set of adventurer’s pouches strapped to her hip. DRAKE’S BAG is slung over her shoulder.

Vivian and Bean jump in surprise.

How long have you been in there?

Long enough. You’re late.

She steps out of the trough.

Solaris, you’re wearing pants!

Vivian laughs.

Here, change into this. You’ll need a disguise. I’ve got a travel pack ready for you as well.

Solaris tosses her a set of plain peasant clothing, including a pair of pants.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear these.

Vivian marvels at the simple clothing as she changes.

Solaris stretches her upper body, then takes a deep breath.

There are plenty of things you don’t know about me.

She clears her throat. FIRE ignites from her mouth.

Oh, goodness me.

Ow, ow! Solaris!

Solaris turns to see Vivian seated on the floor, hair half undone. A few hairpins lay in Vivian’s lap, but several remain in her hair.

She holds up a tangled knot of hair to show Solaris. Bean nibbles at it.

Can you help me with this?

Hairpins fall where they may as she stands.

Bean hops away over to the nearby workbench. He inspects the various farm tools, including a leather sheathed THIN STEEL DAGGER. He sneezes from the dust.

Can it wait? We’re in a hurry, Vivian.

While Solaris talks, Vivian spots the dagger and unsheathes it with one hand.

Once we’re safely out of here, I’ll see what I can—

Then Vivian bunches her tangled hair with the other.

Vivian, don’t-

SNIP! The dagger slices through Vivian’s hair, leaving her hairstyle much shorter and uneven at her shoulders.

Problem solved!

She admires the ball of tangled hair in her hand, then tosses it over her shoulder without a second thought.

Bean leaps on Vivian’s head, sniffing at her new hairstyle.

Solaris grimaces and sighs. Vivian proudly puts the dagger back in its sheath and tucks it on her belt.

It will grow back...

It’s all part of the disguise.

Vivian notices a polished metal stirrup hanging from the stable wall, just reflective enough to show her face.

She steps closer, inspecting her new self. She lifts a lock of hair. The ends are uneven, but she gives a faint nod to her reflection.

*Not a doll anymore.*

She tucks the dagger into her belt.

Here. Your pack.

Solaris hands her Drake’s bag.

But—

You can give it back when we meet him again.

Vivian nods.

Let’s bring him home.

She puts on her cap and tucks Bean inside the bag.

The cap won’t be needed. You’ll lose it if you wear it now.

What do you mean?

A BLAZING FIRE burns away at the roof. Frantic NEIGHS and WHINNIES come from within.

A frantic HUMAN GUARD (16) runs up.

Wah! Oh no!

He runs to the door with his arms flailing. The barn doors are opened from the inside.

Panicking horses stampede from the building, kicking up DUST CLOUDS around the human guard.

Hold on tight!

Cendrillon, a white PEGASUS gallops past the other horses. Solaris, Vivian, and Bean ride as passengers.

I thought we were being sneaky!

That takes too long. The spell will be wearing off by now. Cendrillon, hi-yah!

Vivian closes her eyes and holds onto Solaris. A giant pair of wings unfold and with a few mighty flaps, they soar over the castle walls.

Cendrillon flies high in the sky with her passengers, gliding along the chilly night air.

Vivian looks down at the castle town below, decorated for the special occasion.

Little dots of torches illuminate the streets. The civilians hurry around like an overturned anthill.

Bean looks around while hiding in Vivian’s hair. Solaris spreads her arms as they tear through the wind.

Looks like my adventuring days aren’t over after all.

Cut to:

The audience members slowly awaken, stretching and yawning. Some have lines on their foreheads from falling asleep on the seat in front of them.

Castien enters the private booth to see Alma, Nanny, and the twins asleep.

He rushes to Alma’s side and shakes her.

Alma, where’s Vivian!?

Alma jumps awake.

Wha- She’s on the stage, of course.

The stage is empty.

Castien and Alma look at each other in wide-eyed panic.

Vivian, come out. Now!

Castien runs in alone. Vivian’s room is GRAY and EMPTY.

Vivian?! I don’t know what game you’re playing at, but-

He moves the oddly placed rug. Broken glass and red flecks spatter the floor like a fresh crime scene.

He notices the snow globe of the castle, now destroyed. Vivian’s SIGNET RING rests on the bedside table.

Sir Gabriel enters.

Your Majesty, there’s no sign of Solaris or the princess.

Then don’t just stand there! Get a search party - find her! Check the Variant colonies if you have to.

Yes, sir.

Sir Gabriel leaves.

Castien picks up the ring and holds it in his palm. A storm of guilt rages behind his eyes.

Again... I was too late.

A PIPE ORGAN blares *Ever Yours** *in the next room.

The small area contains two cots shoved in the opposite corners, no blankets or pillows. Dorian lies in one, cramped for space. The other is empty.

Dorian twitches in his sleep, shaking his head.

No, no, don’t make me-

He bolts upright and rubs the sleep from his eyes, then tucks into a ball with a deep sigh, staring at the empty cot.

(quietly)

What a selfish sister...

He crawls out of bed and takes a few tentative steps forward, hesitating before opening the door as the music softens.

It’s dark. The moonlight streams through the window, outlining the room as The Conductor finishes the song. He sings lyrics to himself.

(gently singing)

*Sing my name when I am gone. Let it echo, soft and strong...*

Despite his blindfold, he makes no mistakes. A BLACK ROSE lies alone on the music stand.

*When you wake, and I am dust...*

On a long dining table behind him rests a worn picnic basket filled with MISERY FRUIT.

*Will you keep-*

A door to his right creaks open. Dorian shuffles into the room, staring down at his feet.

The Conductor SLAMS his fist onto the organ’s keys.

What-

I- I had a vision. Lydia said a Gold Dragonian is traveling with the princess now.

The Conductor rises from his bench with a cold expression.

Gold... So the beast has involved herself again.

The remaining candle lights extinguish, and the room begins to shake.

Dorian backs away, cowering.

She told me to tell you right away! It’s not my-

OUT!

The Conductor snatches his baton and flicks it at Dorian.

An INVISIBLE FORCE shoves Dorian back into the small closet. The door slams shut after him and locks with a loud click.

The Conductor picks up the black rose. As he sings, he caresses its thorns.

*When you wake, and I am dust...*

He traces the veins of a leaf with his thumbs.

*Will you keep my song with us?*

He clenches his fist, and the stem SNAPS. As the petals scatter, the MISERY FRUIT within the basket shimmer faintly.

They will remember me.

(cold)

No more waiting.

(firm, final)

Let the curtain rise.

A drop of blood lands on the organ’s keys.