Fly Me To The Moon

Hey, the new Blogger's here! The new Blogger's here!

The down side is that it will probably take me a few days to catch up my links and such and do general updates.

A good Mother's Day, as any day I get to grill pork chops is a good day. I bought my wife a thumb drive. Her birthday is so close to Mother's Day it's always something wildly impractical for her birthday (like that painting)and something wildly practical for Mother's Day.

Fridayfive.org went kaput, so that was why there was no Friday Five this week. So it goes.

I will have more about a new project to talk about in a few days, I hope; until then, more of RING OF THE SORCERESS:

CUT TO:
EXT. WOODS (CLEARING) -- DAY
Shadow and Peryl leave the woods behind. Before them looms the black castle of Shadow's dreams.
The pair look on for a moment. Then Shadow looks around the clearing, his face clouding.
There is the sound of a BOW TWANGING, and an arrow hitting home. The sound echoes, a phantom sound.
PERYL
What is it, shadow?
SHADOW
I...I have been here before.
Shadow rubs his ribcage. Suddenly, pain splits his skull, and he drops to his knees, squeezing his temples.
SHADOW (CONT'D)
(through gritted teeth, moaning)
I HAVE BEEN HERE BEFORE!
A SHARP, QUICK DISSOLVE TO WHITE.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. WOODS (CLEARING) -- MORNING
DISSOLVE OUT TO a group of young royals traipsing merrily across the clearing. Shadow is resplendent in a fine doublet with cloth-of-gold piping, and is carrying a strong bow. Luther Osric is his squire. Other dukes and young princes are laughing and drinking.
LUTHER
The buck you chase is swift, my lord.
Another young fresh-faced prince, ITON, raises a flask.
ITON
Nay, the buck is not swift! The prince is slowed from a night of drink!
A bawdy chorus of "Aye!" ¬and "Here Here!" ¬greets the smiling prince. He hefts his bow.
SHADOW
I'll be back with venison. But you'll eat your words first.
Shadow disappears into the trees.
Luther stands to the side, apart from the laughing group, his face clouded. Then he fingers his own crossbow and follows on the prince's heels.
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EXT. WOODS -- MOMENTS LATER
Shadow is treading carefully, but his face shows confidence. He senses movement to one side, and slowly notches an arrow.
Luther steps from the shade, his crossbow at the ready.
Shadow drops his with a smile.
SHADOW
Good Luther! It was almost your head we saw in the trophy room!
Without a word, Luther fires. The arrow finds its home in Shadow's heart.
His eyes questioning, his mouth gaping soundlessly, Shadow falls.
From his POV, we see a cloud scuttling across the sky. Luther's face looms into the frame, his expression still unreadable.
Feature Shadow, as the life seeps away and his eyes slide shut.
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EXT. WOODS (CLEARING) -- MOMENTS LATER
Shadow, back in the present, opens his eyes, his face is composed. He looks at Peryl.
PERYL
What is it?
SHADOW
They will open the gates for us at Castle Ebon.
PERYL
How are you so sure?
SHADOW
I am the prince. Slain by treachery in this very field.
Peryl reels with the news. The long silence is broken when Shadow gets another jolt of pain to the skull.

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