Opening credits role. Fade into a shot of the Inn. Fade into the downstairs. V is sitting at a table, drinking a mug of ale.
Hammerfan: What's the matter hun?
V: It's been three days and I haven't heard a word from Gorephobia.
Chrono suddenly runs up beside her sister.
Chrono: Isn't that good?
V: What?
Chrono: I thought that would be good news.
Hammerfan: How is not hearing from his friend good news?
Chrono: Oh. You haven't heard from him. Must be dead.
Hammerfan hits her.
Hammerfan: Ignore her. Drink your ale and I'll fetch you some lunch.
Hammerfan walks off.
Chrono: Sorry. I always say the wrong things.
V: It's okay. You're probably right.
V looks out the window towards the field where the fight happened. The camera zooms out of it, speeding across the fields and over the river. Eventually, after going through a small forest it gets to a large hut. The camera stops in front of the door. It opens. Gorephobia walks out, followed by Roshiq.
Gorephobia: How long was I out?
Roshiq: About three days. I don't know what it is. Maybe it's to do with the walls.
Gorephobia: What?
Roshiq: The castle walls. They're singing. It makes some people drowsy.
Gorephobia: How can walls be singing?
Roshiq: I thought you knew the Geddy story.
Gorephobia: I do, but this is new.
Roshiq: I'll explain. You see, As Geddy was imprisoned in the castle walls, his soul remains. And his children, or rather his children's children.
Gorephobia: The descendants of his children. Right.
Roshiq: Well, they're gaining power. He can sense it. He's crying out. It's a warning.
Gorephobia: Yeh, but singing?
Roshiq: Well, he doesn't exactly have a voice. It's almost an echo of him, resonating through the halls.
Gorephobia: That would explain a lot. Did you find the weapons I brought?
Roshiq: Yes.
Gorephobia Sorry I didn't bring more. I was in a hurry.
Roshiq: It's fine. Now they have the design, the elves should be able to reproduce them.
Gorephobia: Where are the creatures?
Roshiq: In the mouth. They haven't come out for a while. I don't know why. They won't say.
Gorephobia: They won't talk to you? But you're their saviour.
Roshiq: Please. They could look after themselves. I'm a mere human.
Gorephobia: Humans cant's rip people in half with their mind.
Roshiq: That's all it is. My mind. I was born with the ability to tap into our ability. With some training I became. Well, me.
Gorephobia: So you could train me?
Roshiq: I could...
Gorephobia: But?
Roshiq: You don't have the ability. You'd know if you did. It would have ruined your childhood. You would have been feared. Trust me, it isn't fun having this curse.
Gorephobia: We need to talk seriously. What are you going to do about V?
Roshiq: I've not met a warrior I can't kill yet.
Gorephobia: Please don't.
Roshiq: He's going to try and kill me. He must be stopped.
Gorephobia: You don't understand. This one's different. I've seen warriors come and go, they come, have some fun in Hope Death Comes then bog off. But this one. I can just tell.
Roshiq: What? You mean he's a creature?
Gorephobia: No. But. Well. He thinks things through. He works them out, doesn't get scared when he thinks things are out of his league, you know.
Roshiq: And? That only makes me need him dead more. He poses a bigger threat.
Gorephobia: He offered to risk his life to protect mine.
Roshiq: Look-
Suddenly, a small bearded man runs up to them.
Roshiq: What is it Rét?
Rét: We're under attack sir.
Roshiq: How many?
Rét: About fifty soldiers, coming this way. But there's something else.
He's cut short by a sudden roar and a shot of flames shooting high up into the sky from about a mile way.
Roshiq: Dragons...
End credits role.
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