Amouraq, Part 5

EXT. AMOURAQ BEACH. LATE AFTERNOON.

After quite a bit of swimming, Emily and Stephen come to a sandy beach. They collapse on there for a little while to recover from their exhaustion.

STEPHEN:
That pilot worked for
Xavier?

EMILY:
You knew him, if he was a
good man, then most likely
he was probably kidnapped.
One of Xavier’s assassins
tried to kill us.

Stephen sits up and brings out his cell phone while Emily searches through her bag. He figures out that his phone has sustained way too much water damage to work, so he chucks it into the ocean.

EMILY:
Stephen!

Stephen turns around to look at her.

EMILY:
My magic book is gone!

STEPHEN:
That’s not good. Why would
they take it?

EMILY:
Maybe there are spells in
there that they don’t know.
That was my father’s!
(tears well in her eyes)

Stephen touches her arm sympathetically.

STEPHEN:
Don’t worry, we’ll find it.
Whoever did this is probably
waiting for us somewhere. We
should figure out where we are.

They both get up and walk towards a nearby forest.

EMILY:
Here’s a sign!

Stephen walks over to where she is. There is an old, wooden sign that reads: Hidden Forest.

EMILY
Hidden forest?

STEPHEN:
Of course! This must be the
hidden part of Amouraq that
only King Alexander had ever
been to! We were heading
towards the island anyways, and
I’m sure if this was a part
that the government knew of,
there’d be some kind of
security, right?

EMILY:
You know, I think you’re
right.
(laughs)
That assassin tried to
prevent us from coming
here, but instead he led
us right to it! Welcome
to my country.

STEPHEN:
(laughs, then gestures to the forest)
Shall we?

EMILY:
Yeah, let’s go. King
Patrick is counting on us.

EXT. WHISPERING PINE GROVE. LATE AFTERNOON.

Stephen and Emily have been walking in the forest cautiously since they don’t know what to expect. Suddenly, they hear someone sobbing nearby. Stephen instinctively whips out his gun and points it at the direction of the noise, but he can’t find anyone. Emily and Stephen walk around the area where the sound is coming from, but they do not see anyone around except each other. Next to a pine tree, it gets so loud they feel like they are right next to it, but no one is around.

STEPHEN:
Alright, I give up. What’s
making that noise?

WHIPSERING PINE (O.S.):
I am!

They spin around looking for the body that the voice came from. It almost sounded like the tree was talking to them, but they silently reason that is not possible.

EMILY:
Is the tree talking?

WHISPERING PINE (O.S.):
Yes!

The face of the WHISPERING PINE now appears on the tree that almost looks a carving of a woman’s face, but it moves like a normal one.

STEPHEN:
Oh, I get it. A weeping willow.

WHISPERING PINE:
I’m a whispering pine you
knit-whit!
(sobs)
I apologize. I’m just being
a little short with you
because I’m quite scared.

STEPHEN:
Of Xavier Ryder?

WHISPERING PINE:
(nods)
He’s planted all kinds of
booby-traps incase you made
it this far.

EMILY:
Can you tell us what
kind of traps there are?

WHISPERING PINE:
(shakes head)
All I know is he’s trying to
kill you and take over Amouraq.
He’d tear down this forest if he
did. Where would all of the
magical creatures go?

EMILY:
They’re not going anywhere
‘cause we’re not gonna let
that happen!

WHISPERING PINE:
I fear for your safety.

Emily and Stephen look at each other searching for a response to that but find none.

EMILY:
Are you sure you can’t tell
us what kind of traps there
are?

WHISPERING PINE:
I’m kind of rooted to this spot.
Although, I did see one of Xavier’s
mistresses mending one of his
worker’s hands. Apparently he
handled some kind of monster. But
if one of those lug-heads can
handle it, it’s probably not
something very hard. It’d be wise
for you to go before the sun sets.
You might have more of a chance in
the light.

STEPHEN:
Right. Well, thank you. Let’s
go, Emily.

They leave the whispering pine there sobbing.

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