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(Truith is sound asleep and dreaming. It is the later part of the night. Suddenly, Truith’s door slams open. He jolts awake sitting up with his eyes wide open. His father stands in the doorway a disturbing look on his face. Truith becomes afraid having never seen his father like this before. As soon as Wulf enters the room he runs up to Truith’s bedside and picks him up.)
Truith: Dad?!
Wulf starts running. Truith, confused and scared simply stares blankly at his fathers determined face.)
Wulf: (still looking forward.) Son, I want you to listen very carefully. I don’t have any time for explanations so please just do as I say. (he opens the door
and exits the building heading towards the work shed. Elaine silently slips in beside them looking just as determined and focused as her spouse. There was no trace of the gentleness the he had always seen in her.) (they reach the work shed and go in. Wulf closes the door behind them. Elaine places her hand on the door and the door glows blue as a seal forms on it.) (Truith has seen the seal before, it was used to form barriers and reinforce objects, but the one see was using was far more complex than any she had ever taught him. Wulf sets Truith down as she is doing this. He looks directly into Truith’s eyes) Truith, I need to
remain calm. (Truith bobs his head, still with a confused and frightened expression on his face.) No matter what you can not panic. (after saying this he moves over to the far side of the room where he keeps one of his work benches. He crouches down reaching underneath the bench and pulls on something. Immediately he backs away. Shortly afterward the bench begins to move sinking into the floor, revealing a hidden staircase.)
Wulf: Truith.
Truth: (runs over to his dad.)
Wulf: You have to hide in here.
(Truith walks in and turns around to face his dad. A questioning look is on his face but he doesn’t say anything.)
Wulf: Now stay here and don’t move until I tell you too. Alright.
Truith: (nods his head.)
Wulf: Good (his eyes suddenly become softer and he smiles.) Don’t look so depressed. (he pats Truith on the head and ruffles his hair.) Your going to be fine. (he takes Truith’s hands and places two smooth round stones in them.
The stones have nothing special about them they seem to just be regular brown stones..) Keep these with you.
(he steps back and Elaine steps forward.)
Elaine: (she smiles and looks at him calmly.) Don’t worry we won’t let anything happen to you. (she kisses him on the head.) We love you.
(something slams into the door.) (still smiling comfortingly she presses a button on the wall and the bench rises back up.) (Truith is left alone on the dark staircase.) (his mind spinning, he thinks back on what has just happened. He hears the door open and close then the sounds of battle ring through his ears, screams, the clang of metal and other such sounds bounce and reverb off of the all too small space.) (he notices a small bit of light coming through a crack in the wall. He places his eye in front of the hole and notices that he is facing directly towards his house. He looks closer and notices movement, figures about five or six of them moving. Suddenly his parents are there, as if they wanted him to see how things would unfold. Working together they quickly cut down the few creatures that stand in there way, but seemingly out of nowhere more appear, at least twice as many as before. Truith takes his mind off of his parents for a moment to note how he can see things so clearly in the dark. The entire scene seems to be bathed in an eerie reddish glow. He looks more closely and notices the flames shooting up toward the sky, originating from his home.) (his breath gets caught in his throat, his father and mother had put so much work into that house and now it would be destroyed.) (even more creatures appear now and at a far more rapid pace. They seem to number in the hundreds and block his view of the fight.
Truith: (thinking) This can’t be real. I must be dreaming. It can’t really be happening. I want to wake up! (crying now) I just have to wake up! (pinches
himself) (talking) oww! (he stares dumfounded into space. He understands now. It’s all real, far too real.) (he forces himself to look back at his parents.)
(the attackers have created a circle around Wulf and Elaine and jump at them in large groups relentlessly, and without any regard for there lives. The battle field glows brighter as the flames reach toward the sky.) (Truith struggles to see his parents and how they fare.) (suddenly Wulf jumps high into the air, he slices through the head of an unusually large creature. As he is falling a creature jumps to intercept him. Wulf parries its strike and slices it in half. Another creature appears behind him and runs him through with a spear.)
Truith: (in disbelief.) No. . . .
(As Wulf falls the creatures cheer and jump on top of his already wounded body. There is no sign of Elaine or the light from her spells. The creatures scream and rant praising themselves for there horrible act.) (Truith can barely see through his tears. The little world that he knew had just been destroyed, shattered into an irreversible dust. He stared at the wooden wall in front of him thinking of nothing but simply mourning.)
?: Truith. . . .
Truith: (he recognized that voice.) (a little hope comes back and his tears
become less.) Dad?!
Wulf: Truith can you hear me?
Truith: (looks around confused.) Where are you? (wipes his eyes.)
Wulf: In your hands.
(Truith looks down at his hands at once was two simple stones. One is now black as night, while the other is a pure white. They have there own light though they do not illuminate anything around them. Truith’s tears grow thicker.)
Wulf: Listen closely we don’t have much time. I have transferred my soul into this stone, and your mother has done the same to the other. We have to get you out of here so do exactly as I say.
Truith: (still crying, nods his head.)
Wulf: (sigh) I’m sorry son. . . . First, head down stairs.
Truth: (slowly stumbles down the stairs.)
(he comes to a mid-sized room with stone walls. The only things in the room are a sword hanging the right wall and an odd triangular mirror sitting in front of the far wall. The sides of the mirror are covered in runes.)
Wulf: Truith, to your right is a sword, take it with you. It is my gift to you.
Truith: (pulls the sword of the wall. The sword is a rather worn out katana
with a grey sheath.)
Wulf: Now, walk up to the mirror in front of you.
Truith: (shuffles up to the mirror.)
(the stones in his hand suddenly leave his hand and float through the air till they come in contact with the mirror. The mirror sucks them in suddenly changing color. The mirror no longer reflects his image but instead shifts and moves in different shades of gray.)
Wulf: Now, walk through.
(Truith hesitates.)
Wulf: Don’t be scared.
Truith: (eyes misted, with tears streaking down his face and falling to the
floor he walks through to the other side.)
(he comes out in the middle of a meadow. The sun is just starting to rise.)
Truith: (completely oblivious to the beauty of the scene around him.) (he
looks at the sunrise and the tears stream down even harder. He stares down at the stones that appeared in his hands when he went through. He listens for his parents voices but hears nothing.)
Truith: (falls to his knees and screams at the top of his lungs, then falls face
first onto the ground and falls instantly to sleep, tightly clutching his parents stones.)