Legend Page #8

JACK:
The fault was mine. I owe her

my life.

GUMP:
Nobly spoken, lad, and nobility

is her gift in return.

The mare makes a soft NOISE deep in her throat. It is a cross

between whale song and the cooing of doves.

Jack responds in kind, imitating the sound exactly.

SCREWBALL:
What's he saying? What's

it mean?

BROWN TOM (shrugging): Search me.... I speak

some rabbit, but not a word of unicorn.

The unicorn continues, a SOUND as close to music as anything in

nature. Jck listens intently and answers her.

GUMP:
Come on Jack, don't keep us in

the dark.

JACK:
The dark is where we'll stay....

We're cursed. All warmth and light

was lost when the stallion died.

BROWN TOM:
Is there naught we can do?

JACK:
We must get the alicorn back.

Only then will the world return to normal.

GUMP:
And how do faeries fight a demon?

JACK:
She says we're to find a champion....

a mortal, bold of heart and pure in

spirit.

SCREWBALL:
Look....! Look....!

Screwball points to the mare's hoofprints in the snow. Tiny wild

flowers spring to life within each indentation.

JACK:
That is the warmth of her soul.

Not even death's icy hand can stop

it!

SCREWBALL:
Little good her soul'll do us now.

BROWN TOM:
Screwball's right. Where we gonna

find a champion when every mortal can swing a

sword is froze stiff as an icicle?

GUMP:
Don't give up so quick, lads.

(feeling Jack's arm)

You sure you're mortal?

JACK(indignant):
Course I am!

BROWN TOM(dubious): What sort of mortal

speaks unicorn?

SCREWBALL:
Why aren't you frozen then?

JACK:
I don't know.... I was underwater....

and when I came up for air, everything

was covered with ice.

GUMP:
You'll do.... We best get you

some weapons.

JACK(puzzled):
Weapons....? What are they?

BROWN TOM (dubious): He's no champion,

Gump.

GUMP:
We'll have to make him one....

or kill him trying....!

Follow me!

Gump leads Jack and the others into the woods. The unicorn follows.

FAERIES(singing together): What can you do when there's

nothing to be done?

Sing a little song

And have fun, fun, fun....

48 EXTERIOR GREAT TREE NIGHT

Lili creeps around the base of the tree, making no sound. She moves

with the grace of an animal and hides behind a gnarled root where

she can watch the goblins.

Blix holds court, surrounded by a lantern's glow. Pox sits on a bit

of crumbling masonary. Blunder watches Blix gesture with the

alicorn.

BLIX:
Look at us! Waiting around like

lackies....and for what? We're the

ones with the power!

BLUNDER:
You shouldn't talk like, Blix.

We gets in plenty big trouble!

BLIX:
I'm not afraid! Not even Darkness lasts

forever!

Blix aims the alicorn at Blunder, causing a burst of fire to erupt

beneath the tiny, helmeted goblin.

Blunder YELPS and runs off, clutching his flaming backside.

Blix roars with laughte. Power has gone completely to his head.

BLIX (cont):
Watch out, Pox!

Blix points the alicorn at Pox. Fire explodes beneath the pig-faced

goblin. He leaps SCREAMING into the air.

Blix points the alicorn at the fire he started and it grows larger.

BLIX (cont):
Higher.... higher....

Burning fire!

Making music

Like the choir!

Blunder and Pox watch Blix make the fire fountain into the air.

The heavens blaze. Lili is dazzled.

Something very strange is happening within the swirling column of

flame. Gradually, a demonic face emerges,

Outlined in the fire we see the leering face of Darkness!

Pox and Blunder applaud Blix's rebellion.

POX/BLUNDER (chanting): Higher.... higher..

Burning fire!

Making music

Like a choir!

The three unsuspecting goblins looks up and see the demonic Lord of

Darkness flaming above them.

Blix tosses the alicorn into the air. Blunder unwittingly catches

it.

BLIX:
Greetings, Worship....

POX:
W-w-welcome, Great Lord....

D-d-darkest of the ....

DARKNESS:
Your devotion disgusts me? You

insignificant strands of toad slobber!

Blix and Pox drop grovelling to their knees, covering their heads

with leaves and dirt.

Blunder can't control himself. He rushes forward and points the

alicorn up at Darkness.

BLUNDER:
Hear me, you angels of light!

Your reign is over! A new order

begins! All the imps of Hell will

dance freely over this dark land....

I hold the power....

DARKNESS:
Enough!

Darkness points a burning finger at Blunder. The alicorn is rippef

from the goblin's graps and flies up to Darkness. Blunder YELPS in

terror.

Something terrible happens: the ground around Blunder begins to

soften. To his horror, the little goblin sinks under as if into

quicksand.

BLUNDER:
Please.... It was only a joke...

I didn't mean it.... Honest....!

Blunder is in up to his neck.

BLUDNER (cont):
Whatsamatter? Have you no sense of

humour? I hope you choke of faerie

breath and flower petals!

Blunder's hand points up from the earth. Darkness ZAPS it, turning

it to another chicken-claw!

Blunder is gone without a trace; sucked under with a disgusting

SLURP.

Darknesss HOWLS his triumph to the heavens.

From her place of concealment, Lili overhears every word.

DARKNESS:
Did you think this alicorn a mere

plaything....? With it my empire

is eternal! Before I ruled only

the night. Now, my minions will

frolic in darkness until the end

of time.

Darkness aims the alicorn at the column of fire started by Blix,

tracing an arc of flames through the night.

Like a mad orchestra conductot with a magic baton, Darkness controls

the fire's movements. The blaze twists and swirls across the black

night, blazing meteor trails, bright as the aeora.

BLIX (fawning):
Forgive this intrusion.... My

goblins are a free-spirited lot.

I like to encourage their....

initiative. What do you think of

this policy, Master?

Columns of flame shower around the Dark Lord and from within thier

incendiary interiors, evil wraith-like spirits emerge, swirling like

ghosts.

Bright as comets, numbers of etheral flaming spirits orbit their

fiery master. Darkness stands in total control within their mighty

conflagration, the alicorn his sceptre.

Suddenly, with the pure clarity of a BELL CHIME, the presence of

DAYLIGHT is detected.

The reflected glow of the coming dawn tinges the ground and casts it

luminence over Darkness and the goblins.

DARKNESS (cont) (writhing): What is this light...?

Beams of rising sunlight advance down the tree trunks.

Darkness recoils, wrapping his flaming cloak about him.

DARKNESS (cont):
You killed the final unicorn....

Is this not true?

Blix and Pox exchange guilty looks.

BLIX:
This is true....

POX:
Undeniably t-t-true, Lord.

Darkness is on to them. He points with the alicorn.

DARKNESS:
You lie! Here is dawn!

POX:
Well.... almost t-t-true....

ess-s-sentially true....

BLIX:
That stallion is dead, dead as dreams,

dead as legend....

DARKNESS:
OUT WITH IT!

Sunlight is half-way to the ground. Darkness shrinks, shrivelling

like a dying ember.

POX:
But.... but.... the m-m-mare still

lives...

DARKNESS:
If even one unicorn walks the

earth, my power is not complete....

BLIX:
Just a female.... She has no

power...

.

The ground grows very light. Darkness melts into the campfire.

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