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HOPE V.O.
“Previously on Legacies”

“Everyone has a dark side.
But sometimes… that darkness isn’t just a part of us.
Sometimes… it takes over.”

(CUT TO. Josie laughing as Dark Josie.)

“We lost Josie that night.
Not because she died…
…but because she chose to leave—
to become something even she didn’t yet understand.”

(Cut to: Amara running with the Solumbra sword and the vial of Varkolash blood.)

“And while we were still searching for a way to bring Josie home…
another secret rose from the shadows.
A name that only lived in legend—Varkolash.
Amara’s ancestor.
And a piece of history that should never have returned.”

(Cut to: Solumbra shattering, Hope staring at Amara, Cleo realizing something.)

“But the sword was destroyed.
And with it… the only way to stop what’s coming… vanished.”

(Cut to: The silhouette of a castle filled with witches, glowing eyes in the dark.)

“Now, we’re not just searching for Josie.
We’re being hunted by the past—
and by something greater than anything we’ve ever faced.”

“Because when the balance begins to crumble…
the most important question is:
‘Who will we choose to save?’”

FADE TO BLACK.

 

SCENE 1
DREAM SEQUENCE – UNKNOWN DARK DIMENSION

(Amara walks alone through a forest drowned in shadowy mist. Her expression tight, afraid. She glances around nervously—then freezes as seven hooded women appear, standing in silence. Their faces hidden beneath dark hoods.)

COVEN LEADER
(voice deep, otherworldly)
“It isn’t your face that makes you special…
but the shadow of the past that walks behind you.”

WITCH 1
“Your ancestor’s fate will never fade…”

WITCH 2
“You are no accident.
You are a legacy—one that should never exist.
And your blood… is more than just special.”

WITCH 3
“He will rise… not to wage war…
but to embrace the shadow that once loved him.”

COVEN LEADER
“But that embrace… could burn the world, or warm it.
And your humility… I will tear apart,
until nothing remains but the ruin around you.”

WITCH 4
“And when their eyes finally meet…
the realm will freeze.
No magic will ever be strong enough to stop it.”

(The mist swallows the light.
Their voices dissolve into ancient whispers.
Amara’s eyes snap wide, horrified.)

 

CUT TO:

INT. SALVATORE SCHOOL – AMARA’S ROOM – MORNING

(Amara jolts awake, breath ragged. Her face slick with sweat, hands trembling, palms clammy.)

(Panicked, she turns to the bedside table. Her hand shoots out, grabbing the pendant lying next to the lamp.)

(She clutches it tightly, staring into it as if searching for an answer.)

(After a beat, her expression softens. She pulls the pendant against her chest—holding it close like her life depends on it.)

(She shuts her eyes slowly. Silence.
As if the weight of the world rests on something she cannot yet understand…
but can already feel deep within her.)

 

FADE OUT.

INT. SALVATORE SCHOOL – LIBRARY – MORNING

(Hope and Cleo sit at the long oak table, surrounded by stacks of ancient books.
An old grimoire lies open in front of them, filled with faded Latin script and blood-stained ritual symbols.)

HOPE
(whispers, frustrated)
There’s no clear record of who made the deal—
just scraps of burned-out pages and half a story.

CLEO
If Varkolash really lost his power centuries ago…
through some kind of ritual…
then the only one who knows the full process is him.

HOPE
(eyes on the blood-marked symbols)
And that trail—it isn’t written in any book. But—

CLEO
(realizing)
—A blood spell. What if he gave her his blood— the only way to reveal the ritual’s path?

HOPE
(nods slowly)
We could force the ritual to replay its own footsteps—show us exactly what happened.

CLEO
(low, cautious)
So it’s more than blood… it’s a guide.

CLEO
(adding, wary)
But if this ritual is real—we won’t just witness the past—we might wake something we’re not ready to face.

HOPE
(calm but firm)
We don’t have a choice.
Josie’s still out there—and the answer to that ancient witch could begin here.

(The two share a long, tense look.
Silence.
Cleo exhales, then gives a slow, deliberate nod.)

FADE OUT.

 

SCENE 2
SALVATORE SCHOOL – COMMON ROOM – MORNING

(Sunlight streams through the tall windows, but the room feels heavy.
Lizzie sits hugging a pillow on the couch, Jed leans against the wall,
and MG sits cross-legged on the floor, staring at a board cluttered with maps and scribbled notes.)

MG
(low, frustrated)
It’s been a week and we’ve got nothing on Josie.
It’s like she just… disappeared.

JED
(shrugging)
Or maybe she doesn’t want to be found.

LIZZIE
(sarcastic, snapping)
Oh, wow. Thanks for the morning pep talk, Jed.
Maybe next you can suggest we throw a cute little funeral lavender flowers and all.

JED
(defensive)
I’m just saying it’s possible, Lizz.

LIZZIE
(glaring, voice tight with hidden hurt)
And I’m just saying…
if you don’t have an actual idea, maybe let me, implode in peace.

MG
(soft, trying to mediate)
Hey. We all care, Lizzie.
But we can’t just charge out there with no lead.
Hope and Cleo are working every angle.

LIZZIE
(rising, voice sharp)
And I’m supposed to just sit here?
Wait around like the horror-movie girl
who dies next?

(The room falls into an awkward silence.
Jed stays by the wall, MG looks down.
Footsteps echo—heels on the floor.
Caroline enters, holding a worn file.
She looks tired, but still effortlessly composed.)

CAROLINE
(calm, taking in the tension)
Okay… judging by the mood in here,
I’m guessing patience has officially left the building?

(Jed and MG exchange a glance. Lizzie doesn’t turn.)

LIZZIE
(still sharp, without looking up)
If you’ve got good news, Mom, great.
If not… maybe we all just fake a nap until this nightmare’s over.

CAROLINE
(steady, gentle but firm)
I don’t have good news, Lizzie—
and you know I’m not the ‘let’s pretend’ type.
Wonder where you get that from?

(Lizzie finally looks at her—eyes defiant, but a crack shows.)

LIZZIE
If Mom came here to say ‘everything will be fine,’
don’t bother.

CAROLINE
I’ve never promised that.
The only thing I *do* promise—we keep moving.
Even when the road makes zero sense.

(Jed gives a small nod. MG glances toward Lizzie.)

CAROLINE
We still don’t know what Josie’s dark side is seeking.
But we *do* know one thing:
she hasn’t given up.
And I won’t let any of you give up either.

(Caroline sets the file on the table—empty, no new clues.)

CAROLINE
(looking at each of them)
I’ve gone through every note Dorian and Alaric left.
Nothing matches this ancient witch.
But Hope and Cleo are digging deep.
When there’s a lead, we’ll know.
Until that day—we keep going. Together.

(Camera lingers on Lizzie’s face as her anger softens.
MG’s eyes hold a flicker of hope.
Jed straightens, silently resolved.)

FADE OUT.

 

INT. SALVATORE SCHOOL LIBRARY – MORNING

(Hope and Cleo sit at the same long table, ancient books spread open. The room is silent except for the soft rustle of turning pages. The heavy wooden door creaks open.
Amara steps in—her pace slow, calm.)

HOPE
(startled)
Amara?

Hope and Cleo exchange a glance before turning to Amara.
Amara freezes mid-step—eyes widening, shoulders tight. Her breath catches; fingers curl as if bracing for a secret she can’t share.

HOPE
(cont'd)
Not your usual hangout. Looking for something?

CLEO
(neutral, warm)
You never come here without a reason. But I know you won’t say a word.

AMARA
(steadying herself, voice low but edged with tension)
You’re right. I am looking for something.
But don’t push me to explain what I don’t even understand yet.

HOPE
(easing back)
Okay… that sounds like you.
But if you need a little help, don’t hesitate to let me know.

(Amara nods. She walks the shelves, fingertips grazing the spines before sliding one free.)

CLEO
(respectful)
You don’t have to explain, Amara.
But if this is bigger than you…
we all have a reason to care.

AMARA
(calm, controlled—never defensive)
I just want to read.
If I find something… maybe I’ll tell you.

HOPE
(watching her, curious but holding back)
When you decide we’re strong enough to hear it…
we’ll be right here for you.

AMARA
(turning briefly, voice soft but steady)
I’d rather read alone.
Thank you… for understanding.

She heads for the door. Before stepping out, she glances back—not at them, only to be sure no one follows.

Hope and Cleo stay silent, unsure which is more unsettling—what Amara’s searching for, or why she has to do it alone.

FADE OUT.

 

SCENE 3
INT. DARK MIRROR ROOM – JOSIE'S INNER DIMENSION – UNKNOWN TIME

(Josie stands in the middle of a dark room, surrounded by reflections of herself from every angle—every face in the mirrors staring at her… but one of them smiles slyly: Dark Josie.)

DARK JOSIE
(sarcastic, calm)
You can keep running… But you know you’ll never be free from me.

JOSIE
(panting, angry and scared)
I’m not you. I’m not… this.

DARK JOSIE
(tilts head)
Funny. Because every choice you make… always leads to me.

(Josie punches the mirror—it cracks. But Dark Josie’s face is unfazed. She moves even closer.)

DARK JOSIE
(slight smile)
The more you deny me, the more I own you.

(Josie stands frozen, eyes tightly shut. Darkness swirls around her feet, trying to creep upward. But she resists—her whole body trembling to hold back the pull.)

 

CUT TO:

INT. AMARA’S ROOM – NIGHT SILENT, PRIVATE

A dim light illuminates a small part of the room. Curtains drawn. Silence. The faint ticking of a clock.

Amara sits on the bed, back to the wall, the old book balanced on her knees.
A strange symbol—a circle with seven radiating lines—pulls her eyes like a magnet.
She traces it with one finger; the ink seems to shimmer under her touch.
Beneath the symbol, faint words bleed into view: “The key lies in the blood of the first and the last.”

Her heartbeat quickens.
Almost without thinking, she reaches for the pendant at her neck—an heirloom she’s worn since childhood.
Its surface is warm, humming with a pulse that matches her own.

This… came from my ancestor, she realizes. The pendant isn’t just a keepsake—it’s the key.

Amara closes the book slowly, eyes fixed on the pendant as if it might answer her.

FADE OUT.

 

INT. DARK ROOM – JOSIE’S DIMENSION — TIME UNKNOWN

A room floating in emptiness. Old mirrors hang in the air. Shadows of Josie reflect from every angle—some sneering, some crying.

Josie stands at the center of a circle. Her body shakes. Breathing heavy.

Light pulses around her, shifting between pale blue and deep purple. A dark aura forms a swirl around her, trying to seep into her skin.

JOSIE
(whispering, almost inaudible)
“You’re not me. You’re just part of my fear…”

One shadow in the mirror grins

DARK JOSIE
“Not your fear—I am you without limits.”

Josie closes her eyes, gripping her necklace tightly, teeth clenched.

JOSIE
(teary eyes, stronger, still trembling)
“I… am already strong without you.”

A glow emerges from her necklace. A small beam pierces the swirl of dark aura. The circle begins to crack.

But… other shadows start moving rapidly around Josie—they whisper, laugh, scream, trying to weaken her.

Josie screams inside, but no sound comes out. She drops to her knees and slams a hand to the floor, activating a faint protective rune symbol.

CUT TO:

(Amara — softly, reading silently)
“The seven voices… will not appear without a key-bearer.”
“And the key… is not just blood, but unfinished will.”

Amara squints. She lifts her gaze, lost in thought.

A brief silence. Then she murmurs softly, as if piecing together possibilities.

AMARA
This pendant…

Her eyes fix on the pendant hanging around her neck. She grips it tightly.

AMARA
(sighs quietly)
“They’re waiting for me to unlock something… something I don’t even understand myself.”

Amara closes her eyes briefly. When she opens them again, her gaze is empty—not out of indifference, but because too much remains unanswered.

She slowly closes the old book. Her hand still holding the pendant before finally removing it from her neck.

With calm movements, Amara places the pendant in its usual spot—right next to the small lamp on the bedside shelf.

She leans against the wall, adjusts the blanket, and closes her eyes. No heavy breathing. No sobbing. Just silence.

The last look in her eyes before fully closing… empty.
She knows one thing—this is not just an inheritance. This is a calling… and a warning.

FADE OUT.

 

SCENE 4
INT. SALVATORE SCHOOL OFFICE — NIGHT

(Caroline sits at a desk, phone to her ear, twirling the ends of her hair. On her desk are scattered spellbooks, maps, a photo of Josie, and a half-empty water bottle. She waits for the ringtone, breathing heavily.)

Her phone buzzes on the nightstand. A hand reaches for it, lifts it to her ear, wakes up.

(V.O.)
(yawning)
“Who’s calling at 2 a.m.? …Oh, Caroline?”

Camera pans to Bonnie as she speaks

FADE OUT.

CAROLINE
(quickly, a bit cheerful to hide panic)
“Hi! Yeah, it’s me. You… sleeping? I’m so sorry, Bonnie

BONNIE
(grinning, voice stretching lazily)
“Yeah, obviously sleeping, Forbes. Normal people do that at 2 a.m. But it’s okay. What’s up?”

CAROLINE
(sigh)
“Oh, don’t make me feel guilty for waking you. And FYI… I always need to hear your voice. It’s really calming.”

Caroline smiles faintly, relieved to hear Bonnie’s familiar tone, then tries to joke.

BONNIE
(chuckling)
“Uh-huh. The best friend who never calls unless there’s a huge problem. Don’t tell me you need love advice again at this age.”

Caroline stands from her chair, walking slowly to the window while clutching the phone tightly. She pauses for a moment, her gaze falling on Josie’s photo on the desk. She exhales, trying to stay composed though her eyes start to glisten. Her fingers trace her daughter’s face in the photo before she speaks.

CAROLINE
(soft laugh, expression turning slightly serious)
“Thanks but No. This… it’s about Josie.”

Bonnie goes silent for a moment, her tone turning serious.

BONNIE
(calm, deep)
“Okay. What happened?”

CAROLINE
“She’s missing. I can’t find her anywhere. Hope said she… might be trapped in her dimension again, but… it doesn’t feel like before. This is different.”

Bonnie takes a breath on the other end, her voice low and steady.

BONNIE
(calm, reassuring)
“Hey. Okay. Relax, Care. Tell me everything. From the beginning.”

Caroline takes a quick breath, glancing out the window for a moment before speaking.

CAROLINE
(closing eyes, whispering)
“She’s trying to fight her dark side… and… I thought she could. I believe she could. But now she’s… out there. And… I can’t feel her.”

Bonnie inhales deeply on the other end, then her voice sounds firm.

BONNIE
“Alright. Send me everything you’ve got. Last known location, any energy you’ve sensed, everything. I’ll help track her.”

Caroline opens her eyes, giving a faint smile even though tears glisten.

CAROLINE
“Bonnie Bennett. Always showing up at the right time. No wonder I never stop bothering you.”

BONNIE
(laughs softly, warmly, then her voice turns gentle)
And you also never let me sleep properly. Send me the data, Forbes. We’ll find Josie together.

Caroline takes a deep breath, nodding though Bonnie can’t see her.

CAROLINE
“Thank you so much, Bonnie.”

BONNIE
(lighter)
“Always.”

(Caroline lowers the phone slowly, closes her eyes briefly, then sits back, ready to gather all the clues.)

CUT TO:

INT. SALVATORE SCHOOL — TRAINING ROOM — NIGHT

Hope stands alone in the dark training room. The lights glow faintly in one corner. Her hands grip a wooden practice staff, but it’s clear her mind isn’t really here.

She throws the staff to the floor, watches the mark it leaves, then stares at her reflection in the mirror.

HOPE
(wipes her face, then whispers to herself. softly, almost inaudible)
Josie… where are you really?

She takes a deep breath, then sits on the floor, leaning against the wall, staring at the ceiling with a look full of guilt and frustration.

Hope closes her eyes briefly, trying to calm herself. But through her closed eyes, we can see tears on the verge of falling — and it’s clear she feels she’s failed as a friend and a leader.

The camera slowly pulls back, showing Hope alone in the large, empty room, emphasizing just how isolated she feels right now.

FADE OUT.

 

SCENE 5
INT. SALVATORE SCHOOL ASSEMBLY ROOM — MORNING

Morning sunlight streams through the large window, casting warm patterns on the wooden floor. Lizzie sits on the sofa with a cup of coffee, legs crossed, her face looking tired. MG stands not far from her, pacing, hugging a notebook to his chest. Jed leans casually against the door, hands in his pockets, but his expression isn’t as relaxed as usual.

LIZZIE
(sarcastic, sighing)
Beautiful morning… if your definition of beautiful is the dark circles under all our eyes.

MG
(looking at Lizzie awkwardly)
Uh… at least you were able to sleep. I couldn’t close my eyes all night.

JED
(rubbing the back of his neck, half-joking)
You two need to learn how to relax. Not every problem gets solved in one night.

LIZZIE
(glares at him, taking a sip of her coffee)
Oh wow, thanks for the wise wolf advice. Maybe I’ll also learn how to be dumb but calm like you later.

Jed chuckles softly, not offended. MG tries to slip in, his voice quiet.

MG
Yeah, but seriously… there’s still no word from Josie. What… what are we supposed to do? I mean, just sitting here is driving me crazy.

LIZZIE
(angry)
And we haven’t heard a thing from Josie. How long is it going to take before we find her?

Suddenly, the door opens. Caroline enters, a map in hand, her hair tied up hastily, her face determined but showing undeniable fatigue.

CAROLINE
(stepping in, voice flat but warm)
Alright, enough of your morning venting session. You’re not getting paid to make the mood more depressing.

Lizzie immediately stands up, MG and Jed straighten themselves. Caroline places the map on the table with a thud.

LIZZIE
(raising an eyebrow, half-relieved)
Finally, the adult shows up. What do we do now, Mom?

Caroline opens the map, glancing at them one by one.

 

CUT TO:

EXT. SALVATORE SCHOOL – TOP FLOOR BALCONY – MORNING

Morning sunlight is still cool, a thin mist covering the school grounds. From the balcony above, Hope stands alone, hands resting on the iron railing. In her hand, she holds the small pendant Josie once wore—twirling it while gazing into the distant trees.

Hope takes a deep breath, her hair slightly lifted by the wind. She seems to be talking to herself.

HOPE
(softly, almost a whisper)
How are you out there, Josie? Why don’t you give me even the slightest clue?

(She squeezes the pendant tighter, her eyes slightly red)

HOPE
(louder, still to herself)
You always said you wanted to be alone, and now… look. Not a single one of us has found a trace of you.

She closes her eyes briefly, holding back her emotions, then rests her forehead against the railing. Silence. Footsteps approach from behind. Cleo appears quietly, carrying a cup of coffee.

CLEO
(calm, gentle)
If you keep blaming yourself, it won’t make Josie come back any faster.

(Hope looks up, giving Cleo a faint bitter smile, though her eyes glisten.)

HOPE
(teasing herself)
Yeah. But blaming myself… is easier than doing nothing.

(Cleo hands the coffee to Hope. Hope takes it without protest.)

CLEO
(leaning against the railing as well)
And staying here… that doesn’t mean you’re doing nothing. Sometimes… waiting is part of the battle.

Hope gazes at Cleo for a long moment, then turns her eyes back to the school view.

HOPE
(softly, but with determination)
I’m not just going to wait. As soon as I find even the smallest trace… I’ll be the one at the front, bringing her home.

Cleo just nods softly, then looks in the same direction as Hope. The camera slowly pulls back, leaving the two of them on the balcony, with tree shadows and mist gradually thinning.

 

CUT TO:

CAROLINE
(flat, slightly frustrated)
I’ve gone through all the energy reports again, all the signs… there’s no trace at all.

Lizzie leans back in her chair, arms crossed, avoiding her mother’s gaze.

LIZZIE
(softly, anxious)
How much longer, Mom? How long are we going to stay like this?

(MG and Jed exchange glances, neither knowing what to say. Caroline sighs, standing tall.)

CAROLINE
(firm, though tired)
We keep looking. Maybe it’s just too faint for us to see right now.

The door is already open. HOPE and CLEO stand briefly at the entrance, seeing them gathered. With the map open, HOPE slowly approaches them, CLEO following behind.

HOPE
Any progress?

(Caroline looks at them, then back down at the map on her desk.)

CAROLINE
Not yet… But we have a few points we can try.

Hope walks over to the desk, standing beside Caroline, staring at the map. Observing, trying to read the signs.

CLEO
Maybe we need to look at this from a different angle.

Caroline is silent for a moment, listening to Cleo’s words. Her hand slowly presses down on the map, eyes scanning the points they’ve circled, then shifting to Hope and Cleo’s faces. No one speaks, only their heavy breaths fill the room.

CU: the map on the desk — pins at several points, some already crossed out. The camera slowly pans up, showing them all standing, staring at the map with serious expressions.

Silence fills the room, as if everyone agrees that the next move can only be decided after this.

 

SCENE 6
JOSIE’S INNER DIMENSION–ENDLESS DARK SPACE

Josie is surrounded by darkness. No floor. No ceiling. Only dark mist swirling slowly beneath her feet, like the surface of black water.

Josie stands alone. Her breath is heavy. A dark voice echoes faintly, like a whisper inside her mind.

DARK JOSIE (V.O)
(softly, creeping in)
“You need me. You’ve always needed me. Without me… you’re weak.”

Josie closes her eyes, her body trembling slightly. But she does not fall.

JOSIE
(whispering)
You’re just a part of me.
But… you’re not fully me.

Dark Josie’s laughter echoes, sharp and mocking. Her figure slowly emerges from the mist—a version of Josie with black eyes and a taunting smile.

DARK JOSIE
You forgot who saved us when everyone else left?
Who kept us from being a victim over and over?

JOSIE
(opens her eyes, firm but trembling)
Yeah. You saved me.
But you also hurt the people I care about.
I won’t let that happen again.

Dark Josie steps closer—almost touching her face. But Josie does not back down.

DARK JOSIE
You can’t live without me.

JOSIE
(soft, steady)
Yes. I can. I just don’t want you driving my life.

(A faint, warm light glows from Josie’s chest—small but real. Dark Josie narrows her eyes as the glow intensifies.)

DARK JOSIE
(irritated, voice starting to fade)
You’ll regret this…

JOSIE
(fighting back tears)
Maybe. But I’m done being afraid of myself.

(The light blooms outward, wrapping Josie in a gentle burst. Dark Josie shatters into drifting black fragments,
dissolving into the glow.)

(SILENCE)

(Josie collapses to her knees, sobbing—not from defeat,
but because, for the first time, she’s in control of herself.)

(CU: Josie’s face. Tears streak her cheeks,
but a faint, relieved smile begins to form.)

(Josie slowly opens her eyes… her breathing ragged.
No more voices. No more shadows.
Only silence.)

(She senses something.)

(Josie glances around—no mindscape, no mirrored room…
just a strange stretch of rocky ground, a gray sky,
a thin veil of mist hanging in the air.)

(Josie pushes herself to her feet.
Her clothes are dirty, her body weak.
A cold wind brushes across her face.)

JOSIE
(soft, disoriented)
“…Where… am I?”

(Her voice drifts into the wind. No answer—only the question burning in her eyes.)

FADE OUT.

INT. AMARA’S ROOM — NIGHT

(A soft amber lamp spills light across the corner of the room. Curtains drawn. Absolute stillness.)

(Amara sits on the bed, back against the wall.
A blanket drapes over her legs, a pillow rests in her lap supporting one elbow.
The ancient book she brought from the library lies open in her hands.)

(She reads in silence.
Her fingers trail slowly down each line,
eyes calm but uneasy—
as if every word is unearthing something meant to stay buried.)

(The ticking clock is faint.
Then… slowly, a whisper begins to seep in.
Layered voices, low and heavy, almost like a passing wind—
but unmistakably calling her name.)

WHISPERS (V.O.) .
(overlapping, low and layered)
“Amara…”
“There is no way home.”
“You can’t hide it.”
“We are coming… already here.”
“Don’t make us knock on your door.”

(Amara blinks slowly, eyes narrowing.
She glances around, but the room stays empty.
A shadow in the corner shifts—alive for a split second, though no one is there.)

WHISPERS (V.O.)
“Shadows never sleep… and you’re the one who woke us…”
“Give it to us… or we’ll take it by force…”
“One by one… until nothing remains…”
Amara draws a long breath, clutching the pendant tighter, then closes her eyes. The whispers grow stronger for a moment… then fade, leaving only a thin echo—until silence falls again. Amara opens her eyes. Her gaze is cold, steady, but a flicker of doubt hides underneath. Her eyes drift to the darkness outside the window—quiet, but certain: they are truly here.

FADE OUT.

 

INT. GRAND THRONE CHAMBER – ANCIENT TEMPLE – NIGHT

(The chamber is vast and imposing—majestic, yet cold and unnerving.
Stone walls carved with ancient runes rise high, lit only by faint torchlight.
Shadows from the flames dance across the towering ceiling.

At the far end, seven elder witches stand in a half-circle.
They wear heavy black robes, faces etched with arcane sigils that faintly glow.
Their eyes burn with a muted light as they stare forward.)

(Below the towering stone throne, dozens of witches stand in perfect lines, silent and focused.
Their cold gazes stay fixed on the seven leaders.
Among them, a few werewolves linger, motionless.)

(The air is thick with incense and a low, humming pulse of magic that never stops.)

(One of the seven—the eldest, holding a staff of bone and stone—steps forward.
Her voice is a rasp, yet it fills the chamber.)

ELDEST WITCH
(soft, but echoing)
“If we succeed in awakening her… the world will return to the shape we carved long ago.
Her blood will unlock everything.”

(The followers bow deeper.
One witch approaches, whispering a report into the leader’s ear.)

ELDEST WITCH
(raising her head, a thin, icy smile)
“She’s already heard our whispers.
And now, she begins to understand…
her destiny cannot be denied.”

ELDEST WITCH
(continuing, voice sharpened)
“When the seal breaks, our shadow will consume all.
There will be no refuge—
not for her, not for anyone.”

ELDEST WITCH
“We will rise again… with our true leader.
As it was—when the world once knelt at our feet.”

(She strikes her staff against the stone floor.
A deep boom reverberates through the chamber.
Every torch along the walls snuffs out at once, leaving only the faint glow of the throne.)

(The leader lifts her hand.
Glyphs of light swirl into the air.
From the darkness, a figure is led forward—
a young man with a shimmering chain around his neck… Rafael.
His face is streaked with dirt, but his eyes burn with defiance.)

(Rafael tilts his chin up, golden-green eyes flashing—
until a single witch’s glare forces them to dim.
His head lowers again under the weight of her magic.)

(The seven elders bow in unison.
The stone floor before the throne begins to crack.
From the fractures, black mist surges upward, coiling slowly into the outline of a towering figure.
Eyes of deep midnight-blue ignite within the fog.
A distant, piercing laugh of a woman echoes—haunting, endless.)

(The silhouette turns, ever so slightly, toward the camera.
A faint smile forms in the haze.
The laughter fades… into a single, chilling whisper.)

FADE TO BLACK.

 

TO BE CONTINUED.