I’M ALL YOURS

[Scene: Mistlands – A Gray Morning]

FX: The world breathes in fog. The trees bend as if listening. 🌫️

[Visual: Elara sits on a rock by the edge of their dying campfire. Her soulblade rests beside her, but her eyes are elsewhere — distant, haunted.]

Elara (thinking):

"I shouldn't still hear him."

"The temple's gone. The shard cracked. I chose to wake."

"So why does his voice still feel like mine?"

[Scene: Nearby – Kaelith watches from higher ground, scouting. His eyes never leave her too long.]

Kaelith (thinking):

"She's quieter since the dream."

"Still Elara. But… thinner. Like she's carrying something she can't see."

[FX: Feather falls.]

A single black feather drifts down in front of Elara.

She blinks. Looks up.

A man stands in the fog. Cloaked. Hands visible. No sword. No armor. No aura. Just silence.

[Visual: Mordain — tall, calm, with golden chains gently wrapped over his robes. A pendant glows faintly at his throat — the twin to Elara's cracked shard.]

[Elara (standing slowly)]:

"You."

[Mordain, voice smooth, low — not threatening, not soothing. Just knowing.]

[Mordain]:

"I wondered what voice the last anchor would have. Yours is… tired."

[Elara] (cold):

"You've been watching."

[Mordain]:

"Yes. But not to hurt you."

FX: Wind stills.

Elara (thinking):

"Why don't I feel threatened?"

"Why does this man's voice feel like an answer I forgot I needed?"

[Mordain steps closer — slowly, never reaching.]

[Mordain]:

"You fought off the Hollow King. Impressive. Few ever wake from dreams like that."

"But you didn't come away clean, did you?"

[Elara's hand tightens near her blade.]

[Elara]:

"Speak plainly."

[Mordain]:

"Something inside you changed. You feel it. Like soft humming behind your eyes."

Elara (thinking):

"He's right."

[Mordain gestures toward her chest.]

[Mordain]:

"That shard you hold… it was never just a fragment. It's a mirror. And mirrors don't break — they copy."

[Elara flinches. The shard in her pouch pulses once.]

[Elara] (cold):

"Are you here to take it?"

[Mordain]:

"No. I'm here to tell you how to survive it."

[Elara blinks. Her grip loosens.]

Elara (thinking):

"That's the first lie I want to believe."

[Mordain]:

"The Hollow King doesn't want to destroy you, Elara. You're not his enemy."

[He tilts his head.]

[Mordain]:

"You're his future."

[FX: Distant CRACK — a tree splits somewhere in the distance. Kaelith begins moving toward them.] ⚡🌲

[Elara (stepping back)]:

"I don't want to be a future for anything like him."

[Mordain (softly)]:

"You say that now."

[He takes out a scroll — black paper, white ink. Holds it out with both hands.]

[Mordain]:

"Take this. If the voice returns, read it aloud. It won't stop him… but it will make you remember yourself."

[Elara doesn't move.]

[Mordain]:

"Or… keep trying to resist alone. Until you can't tell where your voice ends and his begins."

[Kaelith's voice, off-screen]:

"Step away from her."

[FX: WHOOSH — Kaelith lands between them, blade drawn. Mordain doesn't flinch.]

[Mordain]:

"I didn't touch her."

[Kaelith] (to Elara):

"Are you alright?"

[Elara] (softly):

"He didn't try anything."

[Mordain turns to leave, the scroll still untouched in his hand.]

[Mordain] (final words):

"She's not broken, knight. But the voice inside her isn't done speaking."

[He disappears into the mist. Leaves the scroll hanging from a low branch — tied with a feather.]

[Scene: Later – Elara and Kaelith sit by the fire again. She holds the scroll.]

[Kaelith]:

"You won't use it… will you?"

[Elara] (looking into the flame):

"I don't know."

Elara (thinking):

"If my soul breaks… I'll need to remember who I am."

"Even if it's from the enemy's voice."

[Final Visual: The feather burns in the fire — but the chain it was tied to does not melt.]

⚔️ TO BE CONTINUED…