Damsel Page #5

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The throne room becomes wilderness with remnants of white-

stone.

She brings the outside world she’s longed for, to her.

INT. IVORY FORTRESS - TOWER PRISON - CONTINUOUS

Rapunzel’s scalp begins to bleed black in the witch’s hands.

12.

The witch sets the brush on the bed and stands, backing away

from Rapunzel.

The blackness runs to the tips of Rapunzel’s hair until her

mane has lost all of its golden hue to the darkness.

Rapunzel eyes the witch over her shoulder, oozing contempt.

WITCH:

What is this?

The witch fumbles with the iron keys, scurrying toward the

door.

Rapunzel stands. The witch waives her hand, trying to

control Rapunzel with her magic, but Rapunzel is unaffected.

Rapunzel twists her fingers aggressively inward. The witch

hangs in the air. Her eyes grow wide with fear.

Her toes slide across the stone floor as Rapunzel’s black

hair begins to drift into the air, weightlessly.

Rapunzel moves the witch effortlessly, toward the tower

window.

The Tree of Life’s power drains from the witch’s body. She

ages until she is decrepid. In balance, Rapunzel becomes

young and beautiful once more.

Strong vines grow into the space, overpowering the iron bars

of Rapunzel’s cell. The metal buckles at her will. The iron

door is ripped from its hinges.

Her eyes reveal a black soul of hate. A malevolent grin.

Rapunzel sends the witch flying out of the tower window.

CUT TO:

EXT. REDWOOD FOREST - SOUTH - DAY

A cardinal flies over the sprawling forest of redwoods and

lands in a tree near the Ivory Fortress.

Rapunzel’s familiar serenade begins. Her voice pure, long

and light. Angelic.

INT. IVORY FORTRESS - GRAND THRONE ROOM - CONTINUOUS

A HANDSOME PRINCE, 20 years old with dark hair and blue eyes,

steps through the leaved entryway.

13.

He enters Rapunzel’s grand throne room, drawn by her siren

song. It ends.

Rapunzel appears behind him.

Her hair is woven into a crown of wolves’ teeth.

A smooth corset of bone is molded to her perfect body. Her

long ribs wrap from her back, forward. Her bare stomach,

tight.

She grins seductively, eyeing her prey.

RAPUNZEL:

Welcome, prince.

He stumbles over himself, enthralled by her otherworldly

beauty.

She comes in for his kiss. He hangs on her lips. She

gracefully moves with him, against the wall.

Vines of black ivy grow toward the unsuspecting prince,

writhing and unfurling at her command. They move up his legs

and bind him where he stands.

She holds him in her kiss. His skin deteriorates until he is

bone. He lands seated in a throne of ivy, as it grows

beneath him.

CUT TO BLACK:

INT. CASTLE THESSIA - THRONE ROOM - 10 YEARS LATER

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