Willow Page #9

Fading sunlight bleeds through awesomely beautiful

trees as Willow and the brownies trek into the magical

Fairy Kingdom. Elora Danan falls into a peaceful

sleep.

EXT. FAIRY KINGDOM - NIGHT

Willow comes to a halt. His mouth drops open. The

forest is a luminous Milky Way of dancing, flying

FAIRIES, like fireflies. The brownies tug at his

pant-legs and whisper.

TEEMO:

Come on. This is a privilege. No-

body ever gets called before Her

Majesty.

Wonder-struck, Willow walks into a clearing where

colorful night-flowers bloom. He lowers himself onto

an enormous toadstool, testing it with his hand. Other

BROWNIES stand watching, like courtiers. The tiny

fairies fly up to Willow's face and giggle: they look

like five-year-old girls, full of mischief and fun.

Suddenly a strange LIGHT begins to throb behind the

trees, peircing the forest with helter-skelter beams.

Willow throws up his arms as the bright light stings

his eyes.

ROOL:

Stand up! It's the queen!

CHERLINDREA, the Fairy Queen, materializes out of frag-

ments of moving light, diaphanous, sylph-like, beauti-

ful.

CHERLINDREA:

Willow Ufgood.

WILLOW:

(blinded)

Yes...?

CHERLINDREA:

I hope you are comfortable here,

inside my kingdom...

Willow says nothing, still batling the bright light.

TEEMO:

Talk! Say something!

WILLOW:

I can't see anything--she's too

bright!

CHERLINDREA:

I'm sorry...

The light diminishes, enabling Willow to see the queen.

She is a beautiful vision, with flowing hair and lumi-

nous eyes. Her magical presence both stuns and

impresses Willow. She turns to the brownies.

CHERLINDREA:

Broke-heart of nightingale for our

honored guest.

All the courtier brownies snap to attention and go into

action, bustling about, going to work, some even trip-

ping over one another. They bring Willow a drink in a

delicate cup-shaped leaf, and he takes a sip.

The queen dissolves and reappears near Willow. She le-

ans down and opens the baby's swaddling and looks at

the mark on the baby's arm.

CHERLINDREA:

It is Elora Danan! The prophecy

has come true.

The tiny fairies and the brownies stop work and sigh

with respect and amazement. Cherlindrea seems to levi-

tate the baby out of Willow's arms, floating her magi-

cally onto a special cradle of stram and sticks. The

brownies and fairies crowd around, with great rever-

ence.

WILLOW:

You mean, you know who this baby

belongs to?

CHERLINDREA:

She belongs to all of us. She is

the future queen and ruler of all

kingdoms on earth.

Willow starts to get up.

WILLOW:

What a relief. Now I can go home.

The queen fragments and reappears right in front of

Willow.

CHERLINDREA:

No, Willow. Your journey has just

begun. It has been foretold that

this child shall bring about the

downfall of Queen Bavmorda, whose

evil powers have darkened our

world. Upon you depends this

princess's life.

WILLOW:

Me?

The Fairy Queen flashes and vanishes. Willow lowers

himself back down again. She reappears behind him.

CHERLINDREA:

You are the guardian, Willow. You

must take her to Tir Asleen.

WILLOW:

What is Tir Asleen?

Willow can't keep track of her. She keeps changing her

shape. The brownies and fairies snicker at Willow's

confusion.

CHERLINDREA:

It is a distant castle, where a

great king and queen will look

after Elora Danan and keep her safe

until she is old enough to rule.

She is gone again. Willow looks everywhere, frusturated

by these riddles and mysteries.

WILLOW:

Where is Tir Asleen? How far is

it?

She reappears again.

CHERLINDREA:

The way has been lost in time. But

there is one person, a druid sor-

ceress, who might guide you there.

She was exiled by Queen Bavmorda

many years ago. Her name is Fin

Raziel.

WILLOW:

You need a warrior for this job.

I'm nobody.

CHERLINDREA:

You are very important, Willow.

WILLOW:

No I'm not. Have you really looked

at me?

(jumps to his feet)

I'm short! Even for a Nelwyn!

From down at his feet, Rool and Teemo stare up, insult-

ed.

WILLOW:

(continuing)

Why can't you do it? You have mag-

ical powers.

CHERLINDREA:

My prsence cannot extend beyond

this forest. But I can give you

these...

Cherlindrea drops three small objects in Willow's hand.

CHERLINDREA:

They will protect you. Use them

wisely.

Willow looks at them for quite a while.

WILLOW:

They look like acorns.

CHERLINDREA:

Anything you hurl them at will turn

to stone.

Willow looks closely at the acorns, then up at the

queen.

WILLOW:

They're magic? Are you serious?

The forest light grows brighter. The queen looms over

Willow and he again has to shield himself from the

brightness.

CHERLINDREA:

(sternly)

I am very serious, Willow. There

is no time to lose.

Now she intensifies her light so that Willow backs

away, completely covering his face.

WILLOW:

But I've got a family to think

about! They need me!

The queen swirls around him like a solar wind, blowing

the forest trees, scaring even the brownies. And then

all of a sudden:
silence. And total darkness. ALL WE

SEE, in dim moonlight, is Willow's face, peeking out

from between his fingers.

WILLOW:

Hello...?

The queen's voice echoes the forest.

CHERLINDREA:

Bavmord'a powers are growing like

an evil plague. Soon she will con-

trol the lives of you children,

your wife, your village...everyone.

Very gradually and beautifully the firey fairies begin

to flicker, restoring light to the forest. More light

genlty brightens, bathing the woods, and the Fairy

Queen reappears. She is holding Elora Danan in her

arms. The brownies creep out from behind the trees.

All eyes are upon Willow.

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