The Bard

By Jessica Crosby

Final Draft

www.Jesssarahlouise.co.uk
crosbyj@students.ucreative.ac.uk
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INT. BENJAMIN’S HOUSE – BEDROOM. NIGHT

Cartographer BENJAMIN is tucking two CHILDREN in a large bed in a cosy warm-lit
bedroom.

CHILDREN
Storytime please!

Benjamin smiles at the children and turns to rifle through an assortment of maps on
a nearby desk. Finding the appropriate one he turns back to the bed and sits on the
nearby armchair, unrolling the map.

BENJAMIN
Here we go..

INT. WIZARDS TOWER. DAY

A WIZARD is sitting lonely in a window seat looking out, he turns and surveys the
dusty, messy empty room before him.

WIZARD
(Sighs)

Clearly unsatisfied with the room before him, the Wizard stands, his foot kicking a
forgotten book on the floor. He leans down and grabs the dusty book, looking it over
with renewed interest.

WIZARD
Hmm

Carefully he peels open the book, realising it’s a book full of poetry, he scans a few
pages before finding one he stops on, a look at the book reveals an illustration of a
flower on the page next to the poem.

The Wizard’s eyes widen, fixated, staring in wonder at the poem and illustration. His
hand touches the flower on the page before hastily ripping the page from the book.
The book dropping from his other hand forgotten, he waves his hand and the ripped
page magics into an origami flower, clearly still made of paper but looking as delicate
as a real-life flower full of life.

He smiles and puts the flower into an empty vase that stands by the window seat. He
turns back looking once again at the empty room. His smile turns to a frown.

The Wizard picks up the book once again from the floor and turns hastily through the
pages until he lands on one showing illustrations of the night sky and stars. This time
he tears several pages out, ripping them to shreds in his hands and throwing them
up above his head into the air.
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Instead of falling to the floor, the ripped shreds shine and turn to stars hanging in the
air. The Wizard looks up, wide grin on his face, the bright star light reflecting in his
eyes.

The star light quickly fades and as the Wizard looks back down, the room seems
dimmer than before. The Wizard huffs in frustration.

Once again picking up the book, he turns thoughtfully through the pages until he
finds what he is looking for. A page showing a magnificent beautiful dragon, the
perfect companion.

Inhaling deeply to prepare himself he hovers his hand over the book, eyes shut
tightly. The page grows, rising up and folding. Growing bigger and bigger until a
paper dragon, the size of a large dog is hovering in the air, landing gently onto the
wooden floor.

The Dragon breathing in and out taking in its surroundings lifts its scaled head, looks
at the Wizard.

The Wizard stares back at the dragon, smile on his face, pleased with his creation.
The Dragon opens his mouth in a bellowing roar and flames shoot out pointed
towards the ceiling. The curtains catch alight, quickly catching to other materials in
the room.

WIZARD
Uh oh

The Wizard having stood frozen taking in the disaster unfolding around him, quickly
jumps back into action, flipping through the book until he lands on another page.
Dolphins.

The Wizard blows on the book pages and out jumps a pair of chattering friendly
dolphins, swooping through the room, squirting water extinguishing the fire.

The Dragon reacts angrily at the Dolphins swooping around him and roars, spitting
fire at them. The Dolphins take in the Dragon and they spit water. Both water and fire
hitting each other at the same time, steam fills the Wizards view.

Once cleared, the paper ashes of the Dolphins and the wet collapsed paper remains
of the Dragon sit on the floor. No longer full of life, and completely still.

The Wizard stares at the piles of ruined paper pages on the floor. His face full of
frustration and anger. The book of poetry is still clasped in one hand hanging at his
side. He drops into the window seat still staring at the once again empty room before
him.

WIZARD
(Sighs)
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He brings the book of poetry onto his lap gently and looks down. He sadly flips
through the pages, unenthusiastically. Turning through the pages he takes note of
the contents, the next page he turns to shows an image of two children holding
hands with their father.

The Wizard considers the image for a while, a small soft smile on his face. He looks
up into the room again.

EXT. WIZARDS TOWER. DAY

The view of the Wizard’s tower is seen in a surrounding with a canopy of trees.
Suddenly a bright flash of purple light appears from within the Wizard’s tower,
shining out from any window or gap the light can escape from.

INT. BENJAMIN’S HOUSE – BEDROOM. NIGHT

Looking up from the map, Benjamin looks over the two children sleeping, head
leaning against each other’s and snoring softly. He smiles and gazes at them for a
second before gently standing up and turning back towards his desk.

He places the map back in its organised pile of other rolled up maps. His hand
knocks a small origami paper dragon whilst doing so. He straightens the origami
dragon and fixes it back in its place, on top of an old dusty book of poems.

END