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INT - TOMB
Inside a tomb, where the dead are put to rest, where those who have reached their final destination in their travels of live, there is a woman, Fia, with skin almost as pale as the lifeless skeletons she sleeps with, blond hair whose shine has been lost with time, and a peaceful look on her face as she sleeps among the perished, almost looking like she died not too long ago herself. No living man or even tarnished would pick a tomb as a place to rest, not intentionally at least, yet the self proclaimed deathbed companion sleeps peacefully, under a red sheet that covers both her and a rotting corpse, whose name will be forgotten with time.
But tonight, Fia sleeps with a cold sweat as she sees in her dreams a male figure held by two cloaked ones as they carve a massive scar on their victim’s back with their dark and twisted daggers, and throwing the now bloody and lifeless body to the floor. Fia is horrified by what she just saw and slowly approaches the corpse of the golden haired man, gently turning the body so she can see his face, but the man’s eyes still moved and as they meet with Fia’s, she wakes up from her dream, gasping for air as she tries to calm herself down.
FIA (shaking): Who was that man…As she gets herself calmer, she sits down, comforting herself from the dream by holding the red sheet.
FIA: His eyes… it’s like…
Fia gets up, walking across the tomb with the sheet, seemingly aimless and lost in thought.
FIA: They still glimmer with life… But how… Isn’t he dead?
She sits near the corpse she was sleeping with.
FIA: Maybe it’s just a bad dream… but his eyes were staring directly at me.
She looks over the corpse near her and sighs.
FIA: Just a dream…
She tries to fall asleep again, but to no avail as no matter how she positions herself, the golden haired man remains in her mind. Eventually she gets up and puts on her black hood. The outfit she’s wearing, a dress as dark as the tomb she’s currently in and a hood that covers her head ans shoulders, both pieces of clothing made her look like a widow, mourning the death of a loved one. She goes over the corpse that she slept with and caresses their head.
FIA: Sorry for leaving so early, but someone calls for me. Someone who yet lives in death.
She leaves the tomb and the perished that reside within.
INT - HOUSE IN LEYNDELL
Fia heads towards a house in Leyndell and in the house, inside a room, is a knight, wearing a round and heavy looking armour with a steel helmet that resembled an over sized hat, who lies sitting on a bed looking downwards to the floor. Although his face is covered by the massive headgear, Fia knows the knight is feeling down, as he greets her in a very melancholic tone.
KNIGHT: Ah Fia, good eyes see you my daughter.
FIA (bowing): Lionel, how are you feeling today?
Lionel coughs for a while before answering.
LIONEL: Worse. I feel the ailment taking me over. I fear it’s a matter of time until it’s my time.
Fia nods sadly.
LIONEL (cheerful): But enough about me! Are you alright? Has D bothered you while you were away?
FIA: No, I haven’t seen him for a while. But Father…
Fia sits next to Lionel as he coughs for a while.
FIA: I had this strange dream…
Fia hesitates for a while before Lionel wraps his arm around her, in an attempt to comfort her.
LIONEL: A bad one?
FIA: It was about a man… with golden hair…
LIONEL: Could it be someone from the Golden Lineage?
FIA (surprised): You think it is?
LIONEL: Not really, I was just joking.
Fia pouts at Lionel’s attempt at a joke.
LIONEL: Still, what was it with that dream that gave you a strange feeling?
FIA (takes a deep breath): Well… The man in the dream… He was murdered in front of me… and yet…
Lionel puts his arm around Fia’s shoulders.
FIA: His eyes stared at me, still gleaming with life.
Lionel Looks at Fia worried.
LIONEL: It’s just a dream Fia, You’ll get…
FIA: NO! It didn’t felt like one.
LIONEL: But how can someone who’s dead still be able to look at you? Try to rest, Fia.
Fia gets up and puts her hood on her head.
FIA: Forgive me father, but I will be gone for a while more.
LIONEL (sighs): If you must…
FIA: Don’t wait, for I do not know when I’ll be back.
LIONEL: Promise me that you’ll be safe.
Fia doesn’t answer and leaves both the house and Lionel, who sighs to himself in sadness.
INT - DARK TOMB
Inside a dark tomb outside of Leyndell, Fia picks up a grave glovewort, a bright white flower whose bright contrasts the lifeless mood of the tomb. She continues to wander until a skeleton shows itself, ready to attack the deathbed companion. However, Fia puts the glovewart on the floor, in front of the hostile being, and smiles at it.
FIA: I seek the one that lives in death.
The skeleton lowers its weapon looks at her with less ferocity. Its skull is unable to show emotion but it seems eager to lead Fia deeper into the tomb. And deeper they went until they reach a stone coffin, which the skeleton opens and then points at it. Fia understands what it meant and heads inside it, with the skeleton closing the lid afterwards.
INT- DARKROOT DEPTHS
After some time, Fia removes the lid from the coffin she’s in and realises she’s in a very unusual place. Her feet touch the water of a white river, flowing from roots that seem like are infected with some sort of aliment. The ruins present in the area look like they’re sinking into the earth itself, and the beasts present seem to consist in large lizards with even bigger eyes and giant ants. Despite the unusual sight, Fia carries on, heading upwards on a root. The more she moved, the thicker the stench of death becomes as she then enters a small cave that lead her to the most impressive sight of her life. In front of her, is a deformed body, its head twisted sideways, lanky arms hanging from the ailed roots, a lower body resembling that of a fish and dark branches around it. As Fia approaches it, the wider she smiles at it, the more confident her walk becomes, the less shy her arm becomes as she touches the figure without fear.
FIA: You’re the one from the dream…
Fia then lies down to its lap and closes her eyes.
FIA: Godwin.
She falls asleep, despite the strong stench of death emanating from the fallen god, the still warm body of his is comforting enough for her as she sleeps happily.