Act 1: The cursed legacy
(Standard opening theme)
Long ago, the Demonrealm was sealed away. But now, the gate has broken open.
For the first time in history, the realms of the living stand united— forged to push back the threat.
But the tide of war cannot be turned by armies alone…
Only the one who carries the ancient power of Darkness can shift the fate of the living realms.
And his soul walks the edge of ruin
Scene 1: Birth
A dreamlike vision.
A man and woman lovingly sitting beside each other in bed while smiling down to their son.
Not crying but staring at his parents the vision closes up into his eye where you can see the curse dwelling.
The vision turns dark with light fading screams on the background.
The scene is set on Gulsah giving birth.
She is in her house not big nor small.
Its cosy.
With her are some women.
Her mother, necla
Her best friend, Leyla
Two younger midwifes.
She is pushing, breathing heavily and screaming!
Necla:
sweetheart control your breathing!
You should not push yourself too much!
Gulsah makes heavy exhaling noices.
Gulsah (in pain):
i-i am trying mother!
Followed by more heavy exhaling noices
She bites her teeth as she tries to push the baby out of her.
Midwife 1 (whispers):
i dont understand why the baby is not coming out.
Midwife 2 (whispers)
i dont understand either. This could be fatal for her.
Necla (whispers angrily):
hush girls
The midwifes look at necla with an uneasy ashamed expression.
Leyla: hold my hand Gulsah! You got this!
Gulsah holds Leyla her hand and lets out a really loud scream!
Necla: Lets focus togheter.
match my breathing
Gulsah and necla close their eyes…
Necla and Gulsah blow out their breath at the same time several times.
Gulsah then tries to push her unborn baby out.
She pushes really hard and uncontrollably she makes some sounds while doing so.
Covered in sweat, tears and snot.
She pushes one more time and with all her strength the top of the babies head starts to show.
Midwifes: we can see the head keep pushing!
Gulsah keeps pushing.
After some time the baby is born!
The midwifes cut the cord and check the baby.
The baby does not cry nor move.
The midwifes are nervous and unsure.
They take Aslan away and try to check for any abnormalities.
Gulsah:
what is happening?!
Gulsah looks very pale and her senses are really slow
Everyone is looking very uneasy.
Leyla:
hey Gulsah how are you feeling?
Gulsah passes out.
Necla then takes the baby in to her arms and checks for any abnormalities.
The baby just stares at his grandmother.
In his eyes she can see something moving…
A shadow like thing.
Necla (confident):
the baby will be fine clean him up.
The midwifes take the baby and clean him up.
Hours later Gulsah wakes up.
Gulsah (confused):
Leyla what just happend?
Leyla (worried):
you passed out but you should be fine!
The baby is fine but he didn't cry or move much when born…
He still just lays there barely alive…
Gulsah with all her strength gets up to walk to her son but she fails and falls to her knees.
Leyla:
you shouldn't get up Gulsah!
Please just rest!
Gulsah:
nooooo! I want to see my baby!
Leyla:
let me help you then…
Leyla helps gulsah to walk over to her son.
Gulsah lets out some tears while touching her son ever so gentle.
However the baby just stares at her, almost no movement. A very disturbing image for an infant.
Gulsah (desperate):
please! I beg of you! Please grant my son life!
Let him grow up strong! Please dont take him from me!
I will do anything! I will sacrifice whatever is necessary!
A minute passes before Gulsah passes out again.
The vision goes black and silent.
The silence has been broken by an infant crying.
Gulsah wakes up and sees Leyla holding her son to nurture him.
Gulsah cries and wants to hold her son.
She holds out her arms.
Gulsah:
please let me hold him!
Leyla hands over her son.
Gulsah holds her son for the first time and while doing so she lets out some tears while smiling looking upward.
Scene 2: Aslan
Ten years pass by…
a boy around 10 years old playing with his cousin.
They stare at a dragonfly and admire its colours.
Gulsah (yells in the background):
Hakaaaaaan! Aslaaaaaan! Dinnneeeeeeer!
They both look at eachother with a sharp gaze…
Aslan (playfull):
Race you to the house!
Hakan (confident):
You're on!
Hakan pushes Aslan down as he bolts towards the house.
Aslan:
Not fair!
Aslan starts sprinting behind Hakan.
He is fast and way faster than Hakan.
Hakan is confident as he sees the house in his view.
But—
Aslan overtakes him and looks back at Hakan, sticking his tongue out.
Hakan (inner voice):
Dammit!
Aslan runs in first within seconds Hakan runs in!
Aslan (teasing):
i told you i am faster then you!
Hakan:
it was barely seconds and i had a cramp in my leg! Next time i will win!
Gulsah:
stop teasing your cousin! Go eat your dinner while its hot.
They both take a seat and look at the dinner.
Its Aslan his favourite stew!
Aslan:
hey mom what did the five fingers say to the face?
Gulsah:
what?
Aslan:
slaaaaaaaaap!
Hakan and Aslan both start laughing hystericaly
Gulsah lets out a little laugh
Gulsah:
where did you hear that from?
Aslan:
a comedian never reveals his secrets
He winks at Hakan.
Gulsah rolls her eyes.
They both finished their meal and aslan jumps up.
Aslan:
lets go Hakan
But—
Hakan is stuffed!
He ate 3 plates and is sound asleep on the chair.
His body hanging over the chair like someone knocked him out!
Scene 3: Aether runs within
Night has taken the city, crickets chirp and the stars reflect from the lake.
Aslan, restless and wide awake, slips outside.
No concern for daily customs, he makes his way down to the road from his house.
He appears to be walking to the lake that lays before the trees.
Trough the trees he can see small lights sparkling.
Curious he wants to see what the lights are.
When he nears the lake, he stops.
Standing behind a tree
He spots Leyla, she is sitting on a large flat stone just on the edge of the lake.
She seems very calm.
After a few seconds she extends her arms over the waters surface…
She hums, in the tone of the hums aslan does not make out a melody but pure emotions
Then— a light begins to shine beneath her palm…
The lights that aslan was curious about.
Out of the lake, a small thin stream of water rises, the water apears to be flowing around her hand ever so calmly and aslan can feel warmth of this encounter.
The water begins to float even higher up in the air—
It begins to float a bit faster around- almost like if dancing.
Aslan has seen magic before but this aether is channeled pure from Leyla her emotions.
Leyla (Calmly):
You know its rude to spy on people Aslan.
Startled, Aslan steps out, rubbing the back of his neck.
Aslan (smiling):
I wasn't spying! I- i was just admiring- your magic!
Leyla:
Well, in that case-
She pats the stone beside her.
Aslan walks towards her and sits next to her.
They both gaze out across the still lake.
Leyla:
You know this lake is older than our village, many stories about this lake have been told, they say it holds all the memories ever created near the lake.
Laughs, tears, promises and even goodbyes
You see like this lake, magic— also flows through our memories and emotions.
Aslan:
Just— like you did just now?
Leyla (smiling gently):
Yes— you see its not just senseless violence or amazing illusions…
Real magic comes from within— from your soul.
Its called Aether, its not just power or talent you see.
Its shaped by what you have felt, what you remember, and what you carry in your blood.
Aslan looks down at his hands, opening and closing them.
Aslan:
How do you know what kind of magic you have?
Leyla (with a soft smile):
You don't choose your magic. It chooses you.
Thats where your blood and ancestry comes into play.
Your ancestors memories, emotions and even hardships flow through you.
You are a Balkar. That name carries! It remembers!
Aslan:
So i should have wind magic?
Leyla:
That's very possible.
With Aether you can never be sure. You see-
Magic is born the moment you understand your feelings… your emotions and your memories.
It waits… for something real. And when that moment comes, it changes you forever.
She scoops a handful of water, letting it fall through her fingers.
Leyla:
The more you understand yourself, the more powerful you can become.
Aslan:
So… what kinds of magic is there?
Leyla (with a soft smile):
There are many.
But for now—there's Destruction: fire, force, slash, everything that can break or inflict harm.
There's Illusion: altering realities, manipulating your surroundings and even more epic things.
And there is Healing: for those who carry gentler memories.
She pauses.
Leyla (soft concern)
And then there are rarer paths… but you're still a boy. I have no doubt you will find out about them.
A quiet breeze flows over the lake.
Aslan closes his eyes.
Aslan:
Can I try?
Leyla:
Ofcourse you can.
Try to feel all your emotions and memories from within.
Dont force it…
Think of what made your heart feel warm of heavy.
Aslan inhales slowly.
He thinks.
Of his mother's smile when she welcomes him home.
Of racing Hakan through the streets.
Of seeing a bird die last winter and not knowing why it got hurt.
Of the shadows in his dreams.
The wind stills. The world narrows.
Then— a gust of wind surrounds him.
Gentle at first. Then stronger. leaves rise, floating in a spiral.
Leyla blinks, surprised.
Leyla:
That's… Aether wind. You really did feel something, didn't you?
Aslan (eyes wide):
I didn't mean to! It just… happened.
Leyla (grinning):
That's how it begins. That was no spell. That was you.
The wind settles. The leaves fall.
A quiet moment passes.
Leyla (worried):
Don't tell your mother. She'll kill me.
Aslan laughs softly.
Then, in the distance, a low horn sounds—deep and distant. The ground hums slightly beneath them.
Leyla's smile fades. Her hand closes over Aslan's back.
Leyla (softly):
Let's go back. The wind carries more than magic tonight.
The stars reflect over the lake once more as the scene cuts away into the night.
Scene 4: The sultan's stand
A large and horrific battlefield.
Its drenched with blood, dead soldier and demons.
Fireballs, arrows, swords clashing and loud roars.
Its a battle on the northern part of Adanai.
The demons have launched another attack and the protector of the realms Fikret Yildirim the nineteenth sultan has arrived.
On the demons side a vicious general is leading the horde.
Lord lucius the winged horror.
A Yildirim army brigade is rushing through all the mayhem.
He appears to run towards fikret.
Leaping over death bodies and dodging arrows.
He finally approaches Fikret.
Sultan the demons have broken through our defences and are aiming to get behind us.
The nineteenth sultan Fikret unfazed grins and gets up.
A quick scan over the battlefield.
Firket (confident):
This isn't the first time we have faced these demons!
It wont be the last!
Follow my lead!
Lifting his pike.
He then launches himself to the action pact battlefield.
The ground breaks from impact, all the demons in the surrounding area fly back.
A battle cry can be heard as the Yildirim soldiers are marching in behind their Sultan.
Fikret puts his Pike on to his soldiers and watches how the demons surround him.
He quickly launches forward as he strikes, pokes and slashes his enemies like they are training dummies.
Without any hesitation the demons throw themselves at him.
After a few dozen kills lord Lucius the winged horror drops in-front of him.
The ground shakes.
He then laughs at Fikret.
Lucius (loud screechy voice):
You think a few low life demons make you think you can defeat me?
I have fought against stronger sultans than you!
This will be your demise!
Fikret:
Tskk…
You might have fought against my forefathers but that will be your greatest achievement.
They clash into each other!
The ground shakes and the wind moves with them.
The battle goes from ground to air.
Side to side.
This battle is epic!
No demons nor Humans try to intervene!
With every strike they throw a massive gust of air comes glowing of them.
But—
After a few clashes Fikret stabs Lucius in his thigh and makes a spining overhead kick.
Under his sole a secret blade.
Slicing Lucius his shoulder and send him crashing down to the ground.
The ground breaks!
Smoke from the broken rocks flow into the air!
Fikret unfazed flashing towards Lucius.
Lucius makes an ominous loud screechy scream!
Whaaaaaaa-aaaaaaa
Fikret is annoyed.
The scream is so loud it makes him close an eye…
Fikret (inner voice):
Damned demon!
He strifes towards Lucius with great speed.
Lucius keeps up with Fikret his great speedy swings and pokes.
Lucius eventually getting a hit on Fikret.
So he thought.
Fikret actually vanished from Lucius his field of view.
Lucius (inner voice):
H-e?! He vanished right in-front of me?! Impossible?!
Fikret grins as he is behind Lucius now.
Fikret smashes Lucius into a high rocky pillar.
Lucius hits the Pillar hard and comes down crashing with the pillar.
Fikret does not let Lucius recover for even a second.
He almost teleports towards Lucius.
The view of Lucius is seeing Fikret coming towards him with great speed.
Fikret comes in with his pike.
A dark glow can be seen coming of his pike.
Fikret is coming in with his famous 100 poke strike.
With the speed of light he pokes Lucius a 100 times.
Then—
A yell can be heard!
Soldiers (panicked):
THEY ARE BEHIND US!!!!
WHERE ARE THE ELVES?!!!
Fikret glimpses over the battlefield and sees his troops being trumbled.
Fikret (annoyed):
Damn Elves!
Fikret spots his son on the battlefield.
He quickly runs towards his son Yasin.
As he approaches, he strikes some lesser demons and kills them instantly.
Fikret:
YOU NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE NOW!
Yasin:
I WONT LEAVE YOU FATHER!
Fikret:
LISTEN TO ME BOY!
Yasin:
I CAN FIGHT FATHER! PLEASE!
Fikret shakes his head…
Fikret his younger brother rides in.
Zulkarneyn:
WE HAVE TO GO NOW!
Yasin still refuses but Zulkarneyn grabs him and pulls him on top of a horse.
They ride off…
Fikret quickly gets overrun by some demons.
He strikes almost all of them.
But them—
Lucius comes back in and puts his claws into the ribs of Fikret.
Yasin:
N-OOOOOOOO!
Fikret is hit bad in his ribs.
But he does not take a moment of rest.
He does a spinning back kick landing it on Lucius.
Lucius fly backwards but not far.
Fikret kneels because of the pain.
Fikret (in pain):
You damned coward!
Ill show you a true Sultan!
Fikret his eyes turn dark with smok coming out his aura!
The air turns dark and heavy even for the demons.
The whole battlefield turns silent as everyone has their eyes locked on to Fikret.
Lucius freezes and is scared.
Lucius:
Screw this!
He tries to fly away.
Before he turns around…
Fikret is already in his path of flight.
Smacking him to the ground.
The whole ground shakes and smoke of dust everywhere.
Fikret now consumed by darkness and anger roars!
He sends out a scream that crosses over the battlefield.
He then rushes towards Lucius and slices through his wings.
They come off and blood spewing everywhere!
Lucius screams!
Followed by more strikes and slices.
Lucius is completely outskilled and too injured to move.
With a final strike… Fikret severs Lucius his head from his body.
A horrifying image as the infamous Lucius has been defeated…
As Fikret stands over his body, still consumed by darkness he can feel something sinister…
He looks up and the skies have been filled with dark clouds.
The air feeling very heavy…
Around him he hears no fighting anymore…
He looks around him and all of his men are no more… just a few demons left.
Then—
Fikret gets hit by magical sphere.
Yet—
He is fine.
As he looks up he sees the demon lord.
A huge monstrous human like being.
Wearing black ember heavy armour.
In his hand he holds a elfen head.
Its expression still frozen in terror.
Fikret:
So we meet again…
Demonlord:
Fikret… my good friend… its great to see you.
He looks at Fikret with a creepy smile on his face.
Fikret:
The feeling is not mutual…
Fikret spins his pike around as he walks towards the demon lord.
Demonlord:
Your lack of fear always annoyed me!
Now die!
They clash with eachother at great speed!
Lucius could never keep up with Fikret let alone while consumed by darkness…
But the demon lord is different.
He is the spawn of evil, his willing believe of destruction and mayhem fuels his skills.
They strike eachother stride for stride.
It goes on for a good minute before they both send eachother flying into boulders.
As Fikret hits the boulder a quick flash passes his vision.
He sees a small dark figure standing in the distance…
He ignores it and goes speeding towards the demon lord. They clash again.
Both striking and parrying their attacks.
As Fikret is poking and slashing.
The Demon lord is hammering down with his massive maul.
As they strike at the same time their weapons parry but sends them sliding back.
They look at eachother.
Demonlord:
Every time a new fool rises…
Thinking they can end me!
Fikret:
Tskk…
You talk way to much!
The demon lord has an annoyed expression on his face.
Fikret proceeds to imbue his pike with shadow as the demonlord imbues his maul with hellfire.
They fly forward becoming quick flashes of darkness and fire.
Clashing with eachother and some closeups of them hitting eachother.
Fikret pokes the demon moed several times through his heavy armor and the darkness burning away the black ember armour surrounding the force of entry.
The demon lord smashing his heavy maul onto Fikret his body.
The darkness engulfs the impact and minimising the force.
Fikret is still getting more injured as for the demonking has shamans behind him healing him.
The demon lord laughs.
Demonlord:
You think you can win this?
This will be your grave right here Fikret.
I will no longer stall your death!
A quick beam of magical power strikes Fikret and he goes flying.
Rolling and hitting the ground he quickly grasps his pike ready to get up.
But—
Another quick light flashes infront of him.
The dark figure can be made out as a small boy getting closer towards him.
Fikret confused and stunned he has a shocked expresion as he spews out some blood.
He angrily gets up.
Really injured he strafes towards the demon lord.
Fikret now really angry landing some serious blows onto the demon lord
Fikret (screams):
You bastard!
Flashing illusions!
What are you!
Devil! Demon! Kid!
The demonlord taking serious damage and getting pushed to the ground.
Fikret then reaches one hand out.
Aiming towards the shamans.
The shamans looking at him with fear.
Behind fikret massive beams of darkness come flying out.
On impact the shamans melt away!
Fikret turns his sight back to the demon lord and gets ready to strike him with the pike of darkness…
Fikret launches the pike into the and channels all his darkness into the pike…
But—
A white flash again…
Right in-front of his face…
The dark figure blocks his view!
With extreme loud ringing in his ears!
Fikret falls to the ground…
Spewing blood everywhere!
His body has taken too much damage.
Too much darkness for him to handle.
Never in his life did he rely on his power this much…
Fikret laying on the floor staring at the sky.
The white flash comes back and doesnt go away.
The figure is right on top of Fikret.
Looking down to him.
Its—
Its Aslan!
Hé sinisterly smiles at Fikret before taking his life.
The demon lord gets up as he looks towards Fikret.
Demonlord:
Damn fools…
They always lose their minds.
A big burst of darkness explodes on the battlefield.
The demonking using 2 lesser demon bodies as cover.
They melt away in his hands.
He walks up to Fikret who is still staring into the sky with his lifeless eyes
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