His eyes glimmered with joy and exciting as he celebrated in silence, barely able to contain the excitement inside. The room was pitch black he could barely see but was able to make out the room as his eyes has adjusted to the darkness. He had traveled in the middle of the night south through the thick northern forest, maneuvering over fallen branches and countless streams of water heading towards the fortified castle of the most ruthless ruler of the lands.
The first time he had heard about the hidden treasures of secrets that has been kept hidden for centuries pass down through generations and nearly lost and forgotten, he had been so intrigued and excited he feel asleep thinking about the treasures and dreamed of the joy of finding it.
He had spent the next few months dedicated to researching and surveying locals gathering whatever information he could about the treasure and it’s whereabouts. Most of the information he received was folklore and stories told by elders to the children. No one was excited about the treasure or had thought of about retrieving it; most didn’t even believe that there was a hidden treasure. Most of locals just went about their day, farming, doing their daily chores, attending to their children, and taking care of their family.
Our hero had explored every lead he possible could follow, he was not even a bit closer than when he first set out to find the treasure – just more confused of the truth surrounding the secrets of the hidden treasure. It wasn’t until a strange traveller set afoot in the small mountainous village looking to have some of his equipment repaired and to resupply his food stock. The traveller was really strange looking among the villagers; he had an extremely large beard, wearing strange foreign clothes as if he had traveled from a different time into this world. Oddly, he spoke the naïve language of the locals, that’s how he got what he needed from the villagers, or else no one would have known what he needed and would have assumed he was a treat, but he spoke the same language and was quite polite and nice to the locals.
Our hero had almost given up his research for the hidden treasures, speaking to himself looking downwards all bummed out about not having a solid lead to the treasure, he walks into back of the travellers caravan dismounting the travellers belongings as the traveller was setting to leave. Our hero laid on the floor, going in and out of consciousness, he had thought he was dreaming as the water poured down on his face. His eyes awaken to the sight of the strange traveller looking over him. The traveller asks our hero “Where are you heading? Has no one told you to look ahead while walking?” Our hero embarrassed he quickly gets up and walks towards the direction he came from, the strange traveller curious about the hero turns his caravan around and follows him. “Tell me, little boy…would you know where I would be able to find some clean spring water for my horse here?” the traveller spoke as his rode on his caravan next to our hero, asking a series of questions trying to spark conversation with him. “Not a speaker I see, that’s fine…maybe you could point me in the direction of some water, you see my horse is really thirsty and might get sick if he doesn’t get some water soon.” “Maybe I would interest you in some of my belongings in trade of your knowledge of where I may find some water?” The traveller scuffles through his belongings pulling out everything he thinks might get our hero to speak. “How about this really cool thingy majig? No?” The traveller going through his belongings once again “What is this?” the traveller looking at a old piece of rolled up paper with a strange random drawings on it. Just as the traveller was about to throw away the strange piece of paper our hero stops and turns towards our traveller. “Ah! A thing for the arts, I see” the traveller looks over the paper again, dazed with a confused look on face. “I don’t even know what this is? It’s just some strange doodles and markings” Our hero reaches out for the piece of paper, as the traveller pulls back and said “Not so quickly, first you have to tell me where I can find some water for my horse” Our hero hopeless and really wants to see what is on the paper the traveller is holding on too, he quickly hops onto the travellers caravan and points him towards the direction south of the village down the mountain towards the stream that cuts through the mountain from the ocean.
The night dark and only lite by the moonlight, the village was silent as the villagers slept. Our hero dressed in all black – looking like a ninja spy, looks over the map once more before putting it in his pocket as he sets out towards the castle south of the mountain. He had travelled down the mountainous region stepping over fallen branches, trying not to make a sound; our hero finally reaches the edge of forest, he sees the lights in the town with the massive fortified castle in the heart of the town.
Almost waist deep in water, our hero finds himself behind the castle crawling through tiny enclosed space heading into the dark cellar of the castle. There was only sounds of the water swooshing in the darkness, our hero had to feel his way through the small tunnel until his eyes had adjusted to the dark and he was able to make vague shapes of his surroundings. He had reached the fortified castles cold cellar; luckily for him it was unguarded. Unable to look at the map, which sat in his pocket, our hero tries to visualize how the map looked like in his head. After a feel moments of thinking endlessly, going over and over the map in his head – he begins searching for the treasure. From one end of the cellar to the other, from the tunnel where he came in from to the other end where the stairs were, around and around he went searching for the treasure. Frustrated not being able to see and a tad bit paranoid of being caught and thrown in prison for life or worst, our hero hurries and begins searching franticly until he walks into a strange looking chest laying on the floor. After rubbing the feeling back into his foot, our hero opens the chest and his eyes widen and glimmer with excitement, just as he was about to reach and grab what was inside the treasure chest the cellar door creeks open and someone begins to walk down the stairs…
INT. LONG SHOT of DARK CELLAR
A dark figure is searching around in a dark cellar shuffling items around until he walks into a strange heavy box…
EXT. LONG SHOT of OUR HERO traveling in a forest
He had traveled south in the middle of the night, through the northern forests, maneuvering over fallen branches and countless streams of water heading towards the fortified castle of the most ruthless ruler of the lands.
INT. CLOSE SHOT of OUR HERO’S facial expression
He stops and opens the strange box, his eyes widen…
His eyes glimmered with joy and excitement as he celebrated in silence, barely able to contain his excitement inside.
EXT. HIGH ANGLE/LONG/ESTABLISHING SHOT of the SURROUNDING WORLD
The first time our hero had heard about the hidden treasures of secrets that have been kept hidden for centuries, passed down through generations and nearly lost and forgotten, he had been so intrigued and excited he fell asleep thinking of the treasures and dreamed of the joy of finding it.
EXT. LONG SHOT of a small mountainous village doing their daily activities. OUR HERO asking the villagers of their knowledge on the hidden treasures
OUR HERO had spent the next few months gathering as much knowledge as he could about the treasure. He had followed and explored every possible lead he had found, but he was no closer or had uncovered than new information about the whereabouts of the hidden treasure or of the secrets hidden inside. OUR HERO had nearly given up his search for the hidden treasure till one day a mysterious looking traveller came into the small mountainous village looking to restock his food supply and repair some of his equipment…
EXT. MEDIUM SHOT / PANNING UP from feet of TRAVELLER to the head of TRAVELLER
The STANGE TRAVELLER stood out among the villagers; he had an extremely thick and long beard sporting strange foreign clothes as if he had traveled from a different time into this world. Oddly the TRAVELLER spoke the villager’s native language.
EXT. LONG SHOT of street on village where the TRAVELLER was setting up his caravan to travel.
OUR HERO had nearly given up his search for the hidden treasure, looking downwards and walking quickly OUR HERO walks right into the TRAVELLERS caravan dismounting the TRAVELLERS belongings. OUR HERO laid on the floor going in and out of consciousness, he had thought he was dreaming as cold water was poured over his face. His eyes awaken to the sight of the STRANGE TRAVELLER over him…
EXT. CLOSE UP of the TRAVELLER in the position of OUR HERO
Where are you heading? Has no one told you to look ahead to where you are walking?
EXT. LONG SHOT of street with the caravan on the left, OUR HERO lying on the floor off center
OUR HERO embarrassed, quickly gets up and walks in the direction he came from, the TRAVELLER curious about OUR HERO turns his caravan around and follows him.
EXT. MEDIUM SHOT of the TRAVELLER on his caravan / OUR HERO walking
Tell me little boy, would you know where I would be able to find some clean spring water for my horse here?
EXT. MEDIUM SHOT of OUR HERO walking
OUR HERO does not look at the TRAVELLER and continues walking
Not a speaker I see – that’s fine, maybe you can point me in the right direction of where I can find some water. You see my horse is really thirsty and might get sick if he does not get some water soon.
Maybe I could interest you in some of my belongings in trade with your knowledge of where I may find some water?
EXT. CUTAWAY SHOT of the TRAVELLER shuffling through his belongings
EXT. MEDIUM SHOT of the TRAVELLER holding a random item
How about this cool thingy majig? No?
STRANGE TRAVELLER throws item over his shoulder, and he digs through his belongings again
What is this?
The TRAVELLER is holding an old rolled up piece of paper, as his unrolls it, the piece of paper has strange drawings and markings on it. As the TRAVELLER was about to crunch up the piece of paper and throw it away, OUR HERO stops and turns towards the TRAVELLER
EXT. CLOSE UP of OUR HERO face as he stops and turns…
Ah! A thing for the arts!
EXT. CUTAWAY SHOT of the piece of paper with mysterious drawings
EXT. CLOSE UP of TRAVELLERS face
The TRAVELLER looks over the paper again, dazed and confused look on his face
EXT. MEDIUM SHOT of TRAVELLER on caravan
I don’t even know what this is. It’s just some stand doodles and markings.
OUR HERO quickly reaches for the paper, as the TRAVELLER pulls back
Not so quick, first you need to tell me where I can find some water for my horse.
EXT. LONG SHOT of caravan as OUR HERO gets on caravan
OUR HERO hopeless, and eager to find a new lead that would lead him to the hidden treasure quickly hopes on to the TRAVLLERS caravan and points the TRAVELLER south of the village down the mountain towards the stream that cuts through the mountain from the ocean.
EXT. LONG SHOT of the village at night
The village was silent as the villagers slept, the night only lite by moonlight. OUR HERO gets ready, dressed in all black looking like a ninja spy.
EXT. LONG SHOT of OUR HERO travelling down the mountainous forest quickly…
He heads south down the mountain trying to stay as silent as possible until he reaches the foot of the mountain at the edge of the forest and
EXT. LONG SHOT of OUR HERO at the edge of the forest looking outwards
EXT. LONG SHOT/POV SHOT from OUR HEROS POV of the lights in the town and the castle
sees the lights from the town and the fortified castle in the heart of the town.
EXT. MEDIUM SHOT of OUR HERO in a small dark tunnel heading towards the cellar of the fortified castle
Waist deep in water, OUR HERO is crawling through a small dark tunnel heading towards the cold cellar of the fortified castle
INT. LONG SHOT from inside the cellar of OUR HERO coming out from the tunnel into the cellar
INT. various MEDIUM SHOTS of OUR HERO searching for the treasure
As OUR HERO eyes adjusted to the darkness he is able to vaguely make out his surrounds, luckily for him the cellar was unguarded. Unable to see the map, which was in his pocket, he tries to visualize the map in his head, after going over the map over and over OUR HERO searches the entire room for the treasure.
INT. MEDIUM SHOT of OUR HERO walking into the treasure chest
Frustrated by not being able to see clearly OUR HERO searches franticly until he walks into a strange looking chest laying on the floor.
INT. LOW ANGLE/MEDIUM/POV SHOT of OUR HERO finding the treasure from the chest’s POV
INT. LOW ANGLE/MEDIUM CLOSE UP of OUR HERO facial expression
OUR HERO eyes widen and glimmer with excitement after opening the chest and seeing the hidden treasure for the first time, just as he was about to reach in and grab the treasure the cellar door creeks open and footsteps are heard coming down the old wooden stairs…
TO BE CONTINUED?