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THE LEGENDARY SAGA OF THE BREMEN MUSICIANS - The Town Musicians Of Novgorod: Chapter 7 – The Frozen Road

Winter descends. The road north becomes perilous. They brave hunger, frozen rivers, and towns too afraid to help them. Along the way, they rescue a domovoi spirit who gives them safe passage. Rumors swirl: Koshchei’s army is marching on Novgorod. But the city still holds—for now. The animals press forward, battered but unbroken.

EXT. WINTER WASTELAND – DAY

The animals walk through a barren, snow-covered wasteland, the wind howling around them, the cold biting through their fur, their breaths visible in the frigid air. Their journey has led them to the frozen outskirts of Novgorod, a desolate place where even the bravest fear to tread, the snow a blinding white, the trees bare and twisted.

OSYO

(shivering, muttering under his breath, his teeth chattering)

“This is unbearable. How much further, you fucking ice?”

MURKA

(coldly calculating, her tail swishing with discomfort, her breath a frosty mist)

“We can make it. Novgorod isn’t far now, you fucking snowflakes.”

BARBOS

(gritting his teeth, his body shaking with cold)

“Every step feels like a thousand pounds. But I won’t stop. Not now, you fucking frost.”

PETYA

(flapping his wings, trying to warm them, his feathers ruffled against the cold)

“If we make it, I’ll sing a song like never before. A song for the cold, for the fire in our hearts, you fucking winter.”

As the animals trudge on, they encounter fierce snowstorms that slow their progress, the wind howling like a chorus of the damned. Barbos collapses in the snow, too weak to continue, his body shaking violently.

OSYO

(panicking, his voice a desperate cry)

“Barbos! Get up, come on! We don’t have much time, you fucking freeze!”

Murka and Osyo struggle to lift him, their muscles straining with the effort, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Petya flaps his wings urgently, his voice a cry of determination.

PETYA

“Help me! Together, we’ll get him through this, you fucking blizzard!”

They manage to carry Barbos, and as the storm rages around them, they finally spot the first signs of Novgorod—tall, imposing walls rising from the mist, a glimmer of hope in the desolation, the flags atop the walls snapping in the wind.

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THE LEGENDARY SAGA OF THE BREMEN MUSICIANS - The Town Musicians Of Novgorod: Chapter 6 – Ashes and Oaths

Fleeing the burning tavern, the group faces their lowest point. Barbos is injured. Murka considers leaving. Osyo doubts their cause. But after Petya nearly dies protecting a child from soldiers, they reaffirm their pact. They are more than runaways—they are a voice for those who cannot sing. They write their anthem: “No Chains in Novgorod.”

EXT. BURNING TAVERN – NIGHT

The once-secret rebel tavern is now aflame, burning fiercely, the crackling of the fire a brutal symphony. Thick smoke rises into the night sky as the animals rush through the chaos, dodging falling beams and explosions, the heat scorching their fur. Barbos, wounded, is limping, but his eyes are full of fury, his teeth bared in a snarl.

BARBOS

(gritting teeth, clutching his side, blood seeping through his fur)

“Dammit... we can't let them win, you fucking cowards!”

MURKA

(staring at the inferno, her eyes wide with shock)

“We need to get out of here, now! Before we’re fucking roasted!”

Osyo turns and picks up Barbos, throwing the dog’s arm over his shoulder, his muscles straining with the effort.

OSYO

“Get to the trees. We'll find shelter. We can't fight this battle tonight, you fucking idiots.”

PETYA

(crowing defiantly, his voice rising above the crackling flames, his feathers ruffled with determination)

“Whoever set this fire will burn with the shame of it! We will rise, even from ashes, you sons of bitches!”

The animals flee into the woods, their silhouettes barely visible in the firelight as the rebel fighters scatter in all directions. Behind them, the tavern continues to burn, lighting the forest with an eerie glow, the crackling of the fire a brutal lullaby.

EXT. SAFE HAVEN – LATE NIGHT

The animals gather around a small fire, exhausted but resolute, the sounds of distant shouts and sirens echoing through the night, a chilling reminder of the pursuit. Here, in the quiet of the woods, they find brief respite, the fire casting long shadows on their weary faces.

OSYO

(determined, looking at the others, his eyes reflecting the firelight)

“We’ve lost one battle. But we’ll win the war. I’m sure of it, you fucking traitors.”

Barbos winces as he sits down, the wound on his side still bleeding, his breath ragged and painful.

BARBOS

“I’ve fought so many battles... but this one... this one is different. It’s for something more, something fucking sacred.”

PETYA

(flapping his wings fiercely, his eyes burning with conviction)

“Not just for us, but for everyone who’s ever been caged, you fucking oppressors.”

The animals nod in silent agreement as they gather close, their breaths visible in the cold night air. They prepare for the next stage of their journey, knowing the battle ahead will be the most dangerous yet, their hearts filled with a mix of fear and determination.

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THE LEGENDARY SAGA OF THE BREMEN MUSICIANS - The Town Musicians Of Novgorod: Chapter 5 – The Hollow Log

They reach a secret rebel tavern called The Hollow Log, hidden in a sunken glade. Here, they perform for freedom fighters, mystics, and outlaw bards. Their music stirs old memories and kindles the embers of resistance. A blind bard tells them: “Your songs will be the spark that lights Novgorod’s fire.” But spies lurk, and soon the tavern is betrayed.

EXT. HIDDEN TAVERN – NIGHT

The animals arrive at The Hollow Log, a secret rebel tavern, hidden deep in the forest, the entrance concealed by a waterfall. Rebels, mystics, and bards fill the space, whispering of Novgorod and revolution, their voices low and secretive. The animals are welcomed inside, the smell of ale and smoke filling the air.

REBEL LEADER

(gruff, staring at them with suspicion, a scar running down his face)

“So, you think you can just walk in here and play your songs, huh? Prove yourselves, or get the fuck out.”

MURKA

(grinning, her eyes shining with a challenge)

“We don’t just play songs. We play hope, motherfucker. And we’re here to light a fire.”

The animals begin to perform, their music filling the tavern, the rebels listening in silence, their eyes reflecting the torchlight. An old bard rises to speak, his voice wise and knowing.

OLD BARD

(smiling, his blind eyes seeming to see everything)

“They’re right. These songs are the key to something bigger. Novgorod will hear them. The revolution is near, and these beasts will lead it.”

The tavern erupts in cheers, but the tension grows, the air thick with anticipation. Koshchei’s spies are closing in, their shadows lurking in the corners.

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THE LEGENDARY SAGA OF THE BREMEN MUSICIANS - The Town Musicians Of Novgorod: Chapter 4 – Baba Yaga’s Test

Lost in the haunted woods, they are captured by Baba Yaga, who challenges them with riddles and illusions. Each animal must face a fear from their past. Osyo relives the whip, Barbos the fighting pit, Murka the dark tower, and Petya the sacrificial altar. They pass, earning Baba Yaga’s blessing and a talisman to shield their music from dark magic.

EXT. DARK FOREST – NIGHT

The animals wander deeper into the forest, their surroundings growing darker and more sinister, the trees twisted and gnarled. Suddenly, a cackling voice echoes through the trees, sending shivers down their spines.

BABA YAGA (V.O.)

“Lost little creatures... Do you think you can escape your fate, you little shits?”

The ground shakes, and a massive hut with chicken legs rises from the earth. Baba Yaga appears, her old, crooked face grinning, her eyes glinting with malice.

BABA YAGA

“Four wanderers with no destination. How amusing. You’ll play my game. Fail, and you’ll be mine, forever.”

One by one, Baba Yaga casts each of them into a vision. Osyo faces the whip. Barbos relives the bloodied pit. Murka faces her master’s tower. Petya stands before the altar once again, the chanting echoing in his mind.

BABA YAGA

(cackling)

“Prove you’re not weak. Prove you deserve freedom, you pathetic beasts.”

The animals fight back, each overcoming their vision, their fears—finally breaking free from the illusions, their screams of defiance echoing through the forest. Baba Yaga, impressed, smiles, her teeth yellow and rotted.

BABA YAGA

“You are strong. I grant you my blessing... and this talisman, to protect your music from the dark arts.”

She hands them an enchanted amulet, its surface cold and smooth. The animals bow respectfully and leave, their hearts pounding with a mix of fear and excitement.

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THE LEGENDARY SAGA OF THE BREMEN MUSICIANS - The Town Musicians Of Novgorod: Chapter 3 – Songs in the Pines

They begin performing for food and shelter in small villages. Their music, clumsy at first, becomes something more: a fusion of rhythms, voices, and emotions. People begin to listen—and remember. But their presence attracts unwanted attention from bounty hunters seeking escaped animals and spies for the sorcerer Koshchei the Deathless, who fears any force that can inspire.

EXT. SMALL VILLAGE – DAY

The four animals enter a small village where weary townsfolk are gathered around a campfire, drinking and laughing, their voices filled with a mixture of joy and sorrow. They hesitate for a moment before setting up to perform. Osyo plays a crude string instrument, Barbos taps a hollow log, Murka twirls her tail and plucks at vines, and Petya starts to sing, his voice echoing through the village.

OSYO

(grumbling but playing)

“This is crazy. What are we doing here, putting on a fucking show?”

MURKA

(smiling slyly)

“We’re giving them a reason to listen, to feel something other than this shit life.”

PETYA

(singing softly)

“This is our moment. Our song is freedom, and we’re going to sing it loud, you fucking hear?”

Slowly, the villagers stop talking and listen. The melody grows. Osyo’s hooves beat a gentle rhythm, Barbos taps in time, and Murka’s voice carries the wind. The music swells, and the crowd is captivated. Some villagers tear up, while others smile, their eyes reflecting the firelight.

VILLAGER 1

(in awe)

“I’ve never heard anything like this... what is it?”

VILLAGER 2

“It feels like hope... like we’ve been waiting for this song, this fucking anthem.”

The animals finish their performance, breathing heavily but smiling, their hearts filled with a newfound purpose.

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THE LEGENDARY SAGA OF THE BREMEN MUSICIANS - The Town Musicians Of Novgorod: Chapter 2 – Crossroads of the Forsaken

The four animals meet one by one while traveling through deep forests and dangerous roads. Though initially suspicious of each other, they form a fragile alliance. When they fight off a hungry wolf pack together, they realize the power of unity. Petya suggests becoming traveling musicians—not just to survive, but to have a purpose.

EXT. DENSE FOREST – DAY

The four animals find themselves walking toward each other through the dense, snow-dusted forest. Their faces are weary but determined. Osyo spots Barbos first, limping down a narrow trail, his fur matted with blood.

OSYO

(gruffly, nodding toward Barbos)

“You look like you’ve seen battle, brother. Another fucking casualty of this shit world.”

BARBOS

(with a growl)

“I have. You?”

OSYO

“Worse. The whip. They think I’m just a beast of burden, a fucking slave.”

Barbos snorts, and together, they walk in silence for a moment. The sound of Murka’s soft purring fills the air as she watches them from above, perched on a nearby branch, her tail swishing gently.

MURKA

(casually, looking down)

“I’m not running from anything. I’m just tired of being someone's tool, their fucking pet.”

BARBOS

(frowning, eyes narrowing)

“Running, hiding, same thing. But I’m with you, whatever your reason is, sister. We’re all fucked.”

Petya crows from a nearby tree, interrupting their conversation, his voice clear and strong.

PETYA

“Then let’s make a plan. I’m not just running… I’m going to sing my way to freedom, and fuck anyone who tries to stop me.”

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THE LEGENDARY SAGA OF THE BREMEN MUSICIANS - The Town Musicians Of Novgorod: Chapter 1 – Shackles and Songs Unheard

We meet four animals—Osyo the Donkey, Barbos the Dog, Murka the Cat, and Petya the Rooster—each suffering under cruel masters in different corners of Tsarist Russia. Their lives are harsh and colorless until each hears whispers of Novgorod, a free city where no beast or being is owned. Independently, they decide to flee, beginning a journey none could complete alone.

EXT. OSYO’S WORK CAMP – DAY

The sun is low on the horizon, casting long shadows over a bleak, dusty work camp. OSYO the donkey is toiling, dragging a heavy cart full of salt sacks. His coat is matted, and his eyes reflect the weight of years under hard labor. A sharp whistle from a nearby overseer cuts the silence.

OVERSEER

(yelling)

"Get moving, donkey! The road's not going to carry itself, you fucking beast of burden!"

Osyo's tired eyes wander to the distant woods, where the sun’s last light glows through the trees. A faint melody echoes on the wind, carried from far away—a melody unlike any he's ever heard. His ears flick toward it, and he pauses for a moment. He lowers his head, lost in thought.

OSYO (V.O.)

(quietly, to himself)

“Novgorod… maybe that’s where I can be free. I could hear it in that song. It’s calling me, you fucking cunt of a life.”

But the call is fleeting, and the sound of a whip cracks through the air. Osyo sighs and returns to his labor, the taste of blood in his mouth from the lash.

EXT. BARBOS’ FIGHTING PIT – NIGHT

BARBOS, a muscular dog, is in the center of a fighting pit, locked in a fierce struggle with another dog. The crowd cheers and jeers as the fighters clash, drinking and smoking, their voices a cacophony of brutality. Barbos is bloodied, but he is strong and determined. His opponent strikes him again, and he stumbles backward, growling.

BARBOS (V.O.)

(grimacing)

“I was bred for this, they say. Bred to fight, to kill, to win. But what does it matter? Every victory feels empty, like fucking nothing.”

Barbos snaps back, taking his opponent to the ground. The crowd roars, but Barbos’ gaze is distant, empty. The fight ends, but his spirit feels drained, a hollow shell of a dog.

MASTER (V.O.)

(from the edge of the pit, shouting)

“Good boy, Barbos. That’s the way to do it! Now, back to the cage, you mangy cur.”

Barbos turns his head, hearing the distant sound of wind chimes, a song from the woods. For a moment, he imagines what it would like to run free, to fuck and fight on his own terms.

EXT. MURKA’S MASTER’S MANSION – NIGHT

MURKA, a sleek, elegant cat, stealthily prowls through a lavish mansion filled with spellbooks and magical artifacts. Her master, a sinister warlock, is engrossed in dark studies, muttering incantations that send shivers down Murka's spine. Murka’s tail flicks with irritation, her eyes narrowing as she watches him from the shadows.

MURKA (V.O.)

(sighing softly)

“He thinks he owns me. But he doesn’t. He has no idea what I’m capable of, the fucking maggot.”

She quietly pads through the mansion, her paws making no sound. She pauses near a shelf of enchanted tomes, her eyes narrowing in thought, a plan forming in her mind.

MURKA (V.O.)

(whispering to herself)

“I could learn so much. But all the magic in this place can’t teach me the freedom I crave. I need more than spells, more than this fucking cage.”

She looks out the window, seeing the moonrise and feeling the pull of something greater, a freedom that calls her name.

EXT. PETYA’S SACRIFICIAL ALTAR – NIGHT

PETYA, the rooster, is bound to an ancient stone altar in a desolate field. A group of cloaked figures stand around him, chanting ominously, their voices a dark symphony of sacrifice. His feathers tremble, eyes wide with fear, the cold stone biting into his flesh.

PETYA (V.O.)

(shaky, desperate)

“I was born for this, they say. A sacrifice. But not me. I won’t die this way, not without a fucking fight.”

He hears the faintest sound—music. A soft melody on the wind, the kind only he can understand, a beacon of hope in the darkness. He cocks his head toward the sound, drawing strength from it. The chant grows louder, but Petya's resolve hardens, his heart pounding with defiance.

PETYA (V.O.)

(to himself)

“I will not be a sacrifice. Not today. I’ll find my song... and sing it loud, you fucking cultists.”

Just as the robed figures prepare to make their move, Petya's wings flap wildly, sending a burst of energy toward the sky. The figures flinch, their ritual interrupted, their faces contorted in shock and anger.

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THE LEGENDARY SAGA OF THE BREMEN MUSICIANS - The Town Musicians Of Novgorod Cover

Here it is, folks. The prequel that happened before the events of the main story. This is the next one that will be in production before remaking the main story again. It'll be the first fanfic story in "The Legendary Saga Of The Bremen Musicians".