Dina M Wilks
Writer
EXT. NIGHT OCEANSIDE
Magnus is silhouetted against the black ocean and black sky.
The only light is the moon. A bat circles above his head.
Small ebbs of dark water lap up on a beach. The dark
silhouette of a pier can be seen. A net is thrown outward.
Slowly, the net is pulled in, to a long, thin Magnus.
Magnus is a hooded figure, old and salted and crusty,
grumbling.
MAGNUS
And what, what have I caught? I
cannot see in this blanket of
nothingness.
He struggles with the net until, slowly, he manages it. Small
colorful fish light up the darkness. One especially excited
fish jumps up; Magnus drops the net to catch the fish. Magnus
loses his entire catch except a few shells and starfish.
MAGNUS (CONT'D)
Look what you have done.
With gloved hands, Magnus carefully puts the shells and
starfish into a satchel he wears across his chest. He looks
up to see a sky beginning to streak with color.
MAGNUS (CONT'D)
Hurry, I must hurry.
He looks into the gentle water, rows of oysters are seen.
Quickly, he picks through the beds taking only the largest
ones. One tiny oyster sticks to a larger shell, and Magnus
gently pries it away.
MAGNUS (CONT'D)
(with a parent’s concern)
When it is your time, we will see
one another, again.
Magnus struggles to drag the sacks onto shore. There is an
oversized wooden cart on the beach. Magnus struggles to loadthe bags into the cart. His first attempt fails. On the
second try, the bag seems to fall into the cart easily. When
he lifts the second bag, a scraggly, barefooted Soleil helps
him. She wears pants and a shirt similar to Magnus’, but her
clothing is remarkably white, it almost glows against the
darkness. She is gangly, almost elf-like in her looks but the
size of a normal woman. There is an attractiveness about her,
however, it is untouched.
Graphic Novels and Fantasy
A heavy lavender fog hovers above the still black earth, Conde sits high above a flame in an arched structure, sky too cloaked by the fog to distinguish the structure. Conde is fit, early 20’s, a princely figure with royal purple robe, he wears a titanium crown upon his head, the wind kicks up his flowing blonde hair, locks to his shoulders. Water laps up, a constant sound, a single drum beats, thump, thump, thump a steady sound in the purple haze. Suddenly, eight dark figures step forward from the darkness into the light of the flame, dipping torches into it, lighting the arch so that we see it is the shell of some sort of huge plane (it will be the shell of the cone of the space shuttle). The figures march to the drum beat, when PHOOM! the torches light up caged structures of men, four lined up like monolithic soldiers protecting the shore line.
Squeal, almost human cries, ‘help me’ can be heard as the torches run up the forms of the monoliths lighting the darkness with the flaming figures of towers of human forms.
Conde’s form collapses in his throne to the sounds, next to him sits Gwen, a woman, exotic, beautiful, eyelids/lashes cloaked in colors like a magnificent parrot, also in robes, looking much like a futuristic Gwenevere, tear running down her face as she covers her ears trying to extinguish , the sounds of the cries, her face to cover the stench of burning flesh.
Ext. shore of gulf day
The shell of the space shuttle sits like a temple, a flame, ever steady, blooming from the center. Corona, a character quite literally half black and half white, his face white on one side, black on the other, the eye of his black side is white, the eye on the lighter skin is black, and TIM - E a dark figure, chest bare except the crossed bands bearing what looks to be bullets like an old bandit. Their faces masked against the stench as they check out the structure of the monolithic figures. The structures are now are solid, glass, soldier like forms, out of desert glass, brown streaks vein through the clear green glass, reflecting the charred bones of not people, but rodents.
Cut to
Conde stands, sword harnessed at his waist, overseeing the preparation of the bones. Gwen stands next to him. The men look to Conde.
Conde
They will come for the bones of their dead.