Apologies on how late this post is-this week have been awfully busy with me as I have to attend my elder sis' wedding and helping my parents to clean up the house for guests...So I did not have time to develop it. Here I used an idea I generate for my Television series pitch for TV screenwriting class. Here is the synopsis I write
A prince was enchanted by the sinister Queen of Stars,in trying to avenge his mother's death. It leads to the most unlikely squire who was his sister in disguise to rescue the prince.
It is slightly influenced by one of my favourite childhood books-The Sliver Chair..When I am writing the wizard,I tried to incopoerate Jon Pewtree and Tom Baker inside him...So feedback would be awesome
Stars blazed in the night sky. It was indeed a sight to behold-figures at play. They seemed to dance in the sky. That old man itself,he has that childlike twinkle in his eye. Deceabal orchestrated that beautiful dance. Deceabel gave a big grin when he master that trick. Children stared with awe and adults are dleighted by his powers but it was a different story long ago for that man.He is no longer full with childlike wonder then.
Once upon a time....
Deceabel was the most powerful wizard in that particular village called Strombrom. Little children would call him
"Good Sir".
He gave them hugs yet have that gentleness which comfort a sobbing child. Adults come and respect him as a friend. Until one day-a dark magic swarmed him. A powerful evil-dark as night. It swarmed him until he became powerless. The village perished by that darkness.
Fuelled by grief,he spent countless days and nights-scribbling books of magic spells from the mudane-like cleaning up clothes to the powerful ones like removing poison from the rivers in his cave only illuminated by candlelight. He could smell the fragrances of spells but he has no longer have the ability to cast any spell. Decebal is still haunted by the screams of villagers,the smell of smoke and crackling twigs. Visions of that crippling haunted him. Sometimes he woke up middle of the night,with beads of sweat trickling down his forehead.
However as the years grew by,Deceabel grew bored-what to do? He does not know how to integrate society. He become a hermit for years. He spent all of his life just writing spells and attempting to gain back his magical power.
pitter-patter
Footsteps,he never hear them for decades. This is somehow a comforting sound.
Deceabel's eyes widen with awe. This boy have a piercing gaze on him. He kneel down with his heavy sword shafted to the rocks.
"May I seek the wisdom of Deceabel,conductor of stars,the gentle and bearer of friends"
Deceabel never hear the term for a long time....He curled with hesitation. His title sounded jaded to him.
The young man puffed up his cheeks.He did a bow to appease the hesitant wizard
"Aidan, sir I have heard of your wonderous works..I am here to serve you as a humble squire"
Deceabel is lost in thought,he does not know how to interact with that human. He never seen a living soul for ages.
What to do?
"Bah humbug,go and move off somewhere else..."
Etain paced back and forth. There is something to convince Deceabal that this mission is important....Etain must think quick,apparently Decedbal must not simply accept random requests by any person. Etain observed his actions. She can sensed his reluctant nature...
She cleared her throat.
"Apparently a prince of the land is missing for months,maybe you know something about his dissapperance ?".
Etain took something out of her pocket. An emerald green strip. It feels hot and it was stained with blood. Decebal sensed a presence,something ominous about that cloth. He smelt smoke and that bitter note of a certain herb.
He crept out of the shadows with much hesitation. He observed the mark of the cloth. It has marks of something powerful yet it reeks malice and chaos.
It must be the works of Queen Medb
He is now slightly convinced by it.
"May I offer my services,in exchange of looking for that young prince?"
Decebal looks around his caves,it was indeed a mess and he is no longer young anymore. It was scattered with notes,ink bottles spilled everywhere an of course that strong stench. He has the cheeky twinkle in his eye and looked at that young man
"Young Aidan maybe you should start helping cleaning up with my cave."
