Legend Page #12

VOICE:
You hold the world in your grasp....

Supreme power belongs to you... yet

your triumph is meaningless!

DARKNESS:
Meaningless?

VOICE:
What do you gain from it? What pleasure

comes from ruling a pack of imps and

goblins....? Souls already black.... This

innocent creature fascinates you because

only she can appreciate the enormity

of your achievement.

DARKNESS:
I'll take her then!

VOICE:
A hollow victory! She remembers

the world as it was, when she loves your

new order you will triumph! Woo her....

win her.... break her spirit....

DARKNESS:
Thank you, Father.... Your

wisdom is ever my guide.

VOICE:
Remember.... She must desire you....

nothing else matters!

65E EXTERIOR GREAT TREE DAY

Jack and the faeries step ashore on the island. Gump makes a

mystical sign with his hands.

JACK:
What's that?

GUMP:
For our protection, Jack. You must

be ready.... Remember, Darkness is a liar....

a treacherous fiend! Don't listen to him.

Never believe what you see.....

JACK:
He won't fool me.

GUMP:
Don't be so sure! No human has

ever set foot in this place before!

66 INTERIOR GREAT TREE DAY

Jack and the faeries stare up at the massive horn embedded in the

inner tree.

Screwball starts to climb towards it.

SCREWBALL:
What a nice big trumpet....! Bet

it sounds louder than anything....

Gump hauls him back down by the seat of his pants.

GUMP:
Don't touch it! Our lives are

lost if it blows!

Jack finds an opening hidden between the roots of the inner tree.

JACK:
In here! I've found a passage!

Jack drops inside.

66A INTERIOR GREAT HALL DAY

The moment Jack enters the inner tree, a deep TREMOR reverberates

through the subterranean Castle of Darkness.

Draped in shadows before the fire, the Dark Lord looks up at this

disturbance.

DARKNESS (to the fire): I feel a presence....!

Some power invades my sanctity....

VOICE (from the flames): Every wolf suffers

fleas.... 'tis easy enough to

scratch!

The flames surge out towards Darkness, embracing him.

67 INTERIOR TINY ANTECHAMBER DAY

Like the catacombs of Paris, the walls are decorated with bones and

human skulls. At each corner of the open ceiling is a carved demonic

head. Jack and the faeries stand looking up.

GUMP(gloomily):
The decor of death....

BROWN TOM:
Tells you somthing 'bout

him what lives here.

SCREWBALL:
It's a dead end....

Jack searches along the ossuary walls.

JACK:
Doesn't make sense.... Check

the walls. There must be some sort

of secret key....

Screwball doesn't join the other faeries in the search. He is

attracted by several round stone balls lying in the rubble. Picking

up three with a happy grin, he begins to juggle.

SCREWBALL:
One-two-three....

fidde-dee-dee....

Gump sees what Screwball is doing and flies into a rage.

GUMP:
Screwball! Drop those this

minute!

Screwball tosses the balls carelessly over his shoulder. One lands

in the stone cornice near the ceiling and rolls along, gathering

momentum as it passes through the open mouths of each gargoyle.

The balls disappears into the mouth of the final gargoyle. It is

swallowed with an emphatic GULP.

All at once, the roof slides shut above.

BROWN TOM(alarmed): Newt-finger marmalade!

The floor pulls suddenly open and they all plummet SCREAMING into

empty space. Luna circles, a dot of light above tthe bottomless pit.

LUNA (wee voice): Oh, dear.... Oh, dear...

The tiny faerie whirls in a blur of indecision before streaking down

into the dark opening after her falling friends.

68 INTERIOR CAVE CHUTE DAY

Like prisoners on a fairground helter-skelter, Jack and the faeries

spin down a seemingly endless curvinbg chute.

GUMP(singing):
When times're hard and thing look bad,

Don't feel blue and don't feel sad....

JACK:
How can you sing at a time

like this?

GUMP:
Can you think of anything

better to do?

They hurtle through festooned cobwebs, stirring up smokey clouds of

ancient dust.

69 INTERIOR CAGE AND ALCOVE DAY

The end of the chute opens into an iron cage. Jack and the faeries

tumble through onto a pile of straw. Luna is right behind, bright as

a firefly.

BROWN TOM:
Ouch! Ow!

SCREWBALL:
Where are we?

Gump stares woefully at the iron bars.

GUMP:
Some place we don't want to be!

A scuffling NOISE in the far side of the cage attracts their

attention. Blunder pops up from a pile of straw, still wearing his

helmet.

BLUNDER:
Shhhh! What is this?

A chatterbox convention?

SCREWBALL:
Who be you, bucket-head?

GUMP:
Stay clear of that imp! He's

a hell hound goblin!

BLUNDER:
What I am won't help me

none, nor you neither....

Blunder pulls off his helmet. He is Screwball's indenical twin!

BLUNDER(cont):
....even if you is my brother!

Screwball can't believe his eyes.

SCREWBALL(astonished) Blunder...!

BLUNDER:
Screwball....!

They rush into each other's arms.

GUMP (to Jack):
A Buttercup family reunion....!

I can't believe it.... Last I remember,

he sold Screwball a jug of dragon's tears

that turned out to be cow piss!

SCREWBALL:
What happened to you?

BLUNDER(flexing his bird claw): It's a long story....

Let's just say I went look for adventure and

found more'n I could handle....

Doesn't matter now anyway... We're all of us

in the same fix....

JACK:
Just what sort of fix is that?

BLUNDER:
The kitchen of the Lord of

Darkness! All of us be on his menu!

SCREWBALL:
I knew it! I knew it! Should

of stayed at home....

BLUNDER:
That's right, brother, me'n you

is barbeque!

BROWN TOM:
Wish I had a drink....

JACK:
Only dead meat waits for the

stewpot! Spring the lock, Gump!

Gump examines the huge padlock with a frown.

GUMP (wearily):
Iron is sore trouble for elves.

SCREWBALL:
Magic's no good against it.

Jack slumps down in the corner to think things over. The faeries

mill about by the opposite wall.

Jack stares at the bars. Luna orbits his head.

JACK:
I know I promised.... but it's the only way....

Luna buzzes him furiously.

JACK(cont):
Sure it's a secret... It'll

keep forever when we're all dead....

Jack glances guiltily at the whirling dot of LIGHT.

JACK(cont) (to Gump): Why not have Luna fly

out between the bars and find a key?

GUMP(shaking his head): She's much too small....

could never lift it...

JACK(blurting it out): Not if she changes

sizes like she can!

GUMP:
What?

There is a bright FLASH of faerie-light and Luna stands full-sized

before them, her gossamer wings a-tremble.

GUMP(cont)(outraged): You wilful sprite! How dare

you keep such secrets?

LUNA:
They're mine to keep! But I'll do

what you ask.... if you kiss me, Jack.

JACK:
That's easy enough.

Jack kisses her chastely on the cheek.

LUNA:
Call that a kiss? Am I not sweet?

JACK(eager to please): Sweeter than bee

pollen on a summer wind.

Luna moves in close to Jack.

LUNA:
Sweet is the wind thats blows me to

you....

Jack gently pushes her away.

JACK:
It's not possible. I'm in love....

LUNA:
A faerie's love makes anything

possible....

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