Rievyr's Gate
When a clairvoyant thief follows his visions though a magical portal, he discovers he is the last descendant of a powerful Elven warrior and must lead the Elves to victory against a Demon horde to find his way home.
Quarterfinalist, ScreenCraft Sci-Fi & Fantasy Screenwriting Competition 2021
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EXT. ELF WORLD – SOUTHERN FOREST – NIGHT
A vibrant forest full of large trees and lush vegetation. Two sets of legs with POUNDING FOOTSTEPS run hard. A series of chilling HOWLS rips through the night.
MIERI (20s), human female hidden by a hooded cloak runs with a swaddled BABY cradled in her arms.
CYRAN RIEVYR, an ageless and lithe, yet muscular, Elven man with slender, pointed ears follows her.
CYRAN
Don’t stop, Mieri!
He turns on a dime, aims his bow and lets the arrow fly.
Several DEMON HOUNDS with deformed features and matted fur chase them.
An arrow finds its mark in a Hound’s face – it collapses.
Cyran draws his sword. Green tendrils of energy coalesce from his fingers, wrap around the sword from hilt to tip.
The Hounds surround him and circle. One HOWLS into the night. Distant HOWLS respond to its call.
Cyran’s plunges the sword into the ground. A shockwave of green energy splays out. The ground rumbles.
The Hounds whimper. Like in quicksand, they thrash about, sinking fast. The Hounds disappear beneath the surface.
EXT. SOUTHERN SHORE – ELF WORLD – NIGHT
Mieri bursts from the trees and jumps into a boat at the edge of a lake shrouded in fog. The baby cries.
MIERI
Shhhh. It’s okay, Alex.
Cyran sprints out of the trees, pushes the boat into the lake and hops in.
He waves his hand back and forth at the water. Blue tendrils of energy shoot from his fingers into the water.
A current propels the boat further into the lake.
Four HUNTERS, humanoid Demons with misshapen features and crimson leathery skin, breach the tree line.