Draft Treatment

This is not the draft of my treatment because I didn't make one, I just edited my original, a lot.


A panorama of a dark green forest appears, the sun rising over a silhouetted mountain, dark clouds hover at the edge of the shot. The scene changes, a young boy is walking along a busy dirt road, the sounds of loud voices and horse hooves rise in the background An old man suddenly runs into the boy, his hand opens and something drops into the boys palm. The old man runs into the crowd without a word or backward glance.
The sky is dark, the boy walks through the door of a house calling “I’m home!” Out of the shadows lurches the old man, “Listen and make your choice.”
The old man is sitting down after explaining his quest, “This is wrong,” the boy says, he runs into a different room. A different man, his simular features only that of a father comes into the dark room. A chink of light makes his face visible in the dim room, he tells his son to trust the old man.
The world outside is now so dark that the two figures hurrying from the house are only vaguely lit shadows.
One morning around a burnt out fire, the old man tells the boy that he must first learn to use a sword, he trains him with wooden stick, a montage of a range of shots illustrate various fighting scenes with walking in between. Finally the old man’s sword is shown lying on the ground, he says to the boy, “you have become a skilled swordsman, I can teach you no more.”
A large wall rises high over the boys head, he walks slowly into the city. Walking along the busy road a young girl suddenly runs into the boy, a sword slung across her back over ragged clothes. The girl notices their travelling packs and asks to join them.
Inside a high ceilinged library three men meet up with the small group. They talk about a book which will help the quest. Browsing the overflowing shelves the young boy yells out, “I found it!” They read the book over his shoulder.
The three friends wave at the companions as they leave the city, the old man watches the girl with a suspicious look. “I want you to do something,” the old man states to the girl, and he sends her away to find a Lily of Truth. As the girl goes off on her mission the young buy rounds on the old man and says that his judgement was too harsh, he runs after the girl. The boy finds the girl as she is putting her pack back on, the flower in her hand, but the screen goes black as a dull thump rings out and muffled yells.
The boy sits up, the girls pack and the flower are lying where she last stood, the shot dollies out to reveal that he is completely alone.
The old man argues with the boy when he is accused of being the reason she was kidnapped. The old man finally admits that he was wrong to doubt her. They continue walking through a shadowy forest.
The shadows become much darker as the old man and his companion enter a clearing, overshadowed with ancient trees. The girl appears before them with an evil grin on her face, sword in hand. She leaps forward and the boy fights her, his strength seems stronger, clanging metal echoes through the clearing. The battle halts, the boy holds his sword over the girl for the finishing blow but he hesitates. The girl is on the ground, she raises her sword and jerks her arm forward.
The girl scowls as the old man jumps in front of the boy and is run through instead. The old man grips her hand, coughing violently, “Run!” he tells the boy.
The boy runs into the dense forest and stumbles into a rock wall, a message stands out on it which says, ‘To find the light of a pure heart put the key to the lock.’
Branches snap as the girl rushes into the cleared space. She reaches out with a snarl on her face but the boy has his hands over his heart and is smiling at her. Bright light erupts from the boys hands covering both of them, the girl covers her eyes with her arms and screeches.
The girls arms fly to her sides and she sighs, opening her eyes. The boy has disappeared and the forest is quiet.
The girl sits in the empty clearing silently.
The boy’s father, the friends from the city who helped and people everywhere look up and cheer at the brightness.
It’s dark but the boys face appears clearly. The old man’s voice echoes as he says that it is not time for the boy to move on yet. The boy says that he has nothing to go back too. A bowl of water materializes in front of the boy, glowing slightly, an image of the girl in the clearing emerges on it. The boy reaches towards the bowl.
The girl jumps up as the boy appears next to her. She spins around and tries to touch him but her goes through his arm. The boy tells her to go and live her life, his voice rings through the clearing. The girl tells him that her family was killed and she has nothing left to live for. The boy smiles slightly, he puts his arms around her, whispers something, and disappears again.
The girl walks away from the clearing, the old man’s grave behind her on the ground, a bunch of flowers on top of it.
The girl walks into the city, people everywhere are cheering and rejoicing. The tall friend who helped find the book comes up to her and tells her that everyone is waiting. The man drags the girl into a big hall full of people dancing. He leaves her in the middle of the hall. The girls eyes widen as the boys voice sounds behind her, “I’ve been waiting.”