Blood sealed alliance

[ — Dawn. View above the Elf Forest.] A slightly sad yet majestic orchestra plays. The sound of birds fills the forest with peace. The first rays of sunlight peek through the trees, shimmering golden through the leaves. [ — Heavy footsteps in the distance.] The slow beat of drums begins. The ground trembles as a dark shadow emerges between the trees. 

[ — The camera rises from below.] Ragnar appears, draped in bear fur, bones and fangs hanging from his shoulders. His red eyes burn like fire; his wolf ears twitch, listening to the surroundings. Behind him walks the shaman Gurgaria, surrounded by a faint aura of magical energy—her eyes closed, runic symbols glowing faintly around her. [— The Elven Queen’s palace.] A hall full of light, marble pillars, and gold-engraved doors. Elves stand in rows, bowing. At the front are Queen Mia and Moris. There is caution in Mia’s eyes, yet also understanding. [ — The doors open.] The drums grow louder, then suddenly stop. Ragnar enters. His heavy steps echo through the hall. He towers over everyone; each step shakes the stone floor. The elven guards instinctively lift their weapons, but Mia raises her hand to stop them. Mia (calm yet firm): “King Ragnar, welcome to our forest. May today mark the beginning of a peaceful alliance.” Ragnar (deep, low voice): “Queen Mia, your words are just. We come not seeking war, but a shared future.” [The camera zooms in on Ragnar’s eyes.] There lies the mark of war and loss. [ — The council chamber.] Both Elven elders and Beastkin representatives sit at a long table. The lighting is dim, a single large chandelier glowing in the center. Mia: “Moris has informed us of your proposal. You suggest uniting against a common enemy. But caution is not cowardice… how can we trust you?” [The camera cuts to Moris.] He is silent, observing, eyes fixed on Ragnar. Ragnar: “A fair question, Your Majesty. We, too, have been betrayed many times. But this time is different. We have long fought Ostania alone. We could not endure. Now, we need alliance.” (firmly) “To prove our word, I will send my own son to your kingdom.” [Camera closes on Mia’s eyes.] She pauses, surprised. Mia: “You have my gratitude, King Ragnar. That is a great sign of faith. But we, too, must show our sincerity…” [Scene 7 — Gurgaria’s eyes.] Suddenly, the shaman smiles faintly and whispers something to Ragnar. Ragnar (smirking): “Then allow me to make a proposal of our own, Your Majesty… Give us Moris.” [Scene 8 — Silence.] The hall falls into a heavy quiet. The Elven elders whisper among themselves. Mia (shocked): “What?.. Moris?” Moris (steps forward): “Your Majesty, do not worry. This pact is for the future of both nations. I’ll be fine. King Ragnar is a man of his word.” [The camera focuses on Mia’s face.] She looks at him for a long time—trust and fear mixed in her eyes. Mia: “If you are to be the bond of this alliance… then I accept.” [Scene 9 — Ragnar and Mia place their hands on the table.] They both cut their fingers slightly, letting a drop of blood fall onto a white wooden seal. The red blood sinks in, glowing with golden runes. A choir voice echoes. Ragnar: “A pact sealed in blood shall never break.” Mia: “Together, against our common enemy.” [Scene 10 — Moris and Gurgaria’s eyes meet.] Gurgaria smirks: “You will make things interesting, young scientist.” Moris: “Anyone with me should not expect peace.” [Final scene — Ragnar and Mia face each other.] Light shines from behind, their shadows merge into a single great winged figure—the symbol of their new alliance. The sun slowly rises over the horizon, bathing the Beastkin Kingdom’s forested mountains in gold. The camera slowly approaches Ragnar’s capital: a massive fortress built of wood and stone, banners covered with animal furs fluttering in the wind. Steam and smoke drift through the city; the sound of metal forging and training echoes. (Background music: slow drums and ethnic instruments.) Gurgaria leads Moris toward a large house at the edge of the city. Gurgaria (cold tone): “Here it is, human. Your new home. The King ordered it himself. Everything you need is inside.” Moris (observing calmly): “This isn’t just a house… it’s perfect for building a laboratory.” Gurgaria (half-mocking): “Be careful. Many here still fear the word ‘science.’ And I know what you are planning…” Moris: “If science is used for freedom, not destruction, then there’s nothing to fear.” The camera shifts outside, showing three figures approaching in the shadows: two large warriors and Gurgaria’s companion. [Scene 2: Meeting the warriors] When they enter, Moris first sees Floki—a muscular warrior with animal fur on his shoulders and a heavy axe in hand. Beside him stands a swift, sharp-eyed woman—Ekla. Gurgaria (ceremonial tone): “Moris, meet our finest warriors.” (pointing to Floki) “This is Floki, one of our commanders.” (gesturing to Ekla) “And this is Ekla, his right hand.” Floki looks Moris up and down, narrowing his eyes. Floki in Ostanian: “I’ve heard much about you, human. Gurgaria says you’re a scientist. You claim to aid us... but are your intentions true? We’ll see.” Moris (surprised by his Ostanian but sharp): “If I had ill intent, I’d have acted when King Ragnar entered the elf forest.” Floki pauses, then bursts out laughing. Floki: “Ha! I like that answer. You’re bold, kid. But remember, I’ll be watching you like prey.” Moris: “And I sense those who watch me before they move.” Ekla smiles faintly, glancing at Floki: “This one isn’t afraid, unlike the others.” Gurgaria: “Enough jokes. The King is waiting. Let’s go.” [Scene 3: King Ragnar’s hall] The camera enters the royal chamber. Massive stone pillars, animal bones, murals of ancient wars. A fire burns before the throne. Ragnar sits in the glow—the shadows of his enormous frame flickering, eyes blazing. Ragnar (deep tone): “Moris, sit. We have important matters.” Moris (approaching, bowing slightly): “I’m ready to listen, great King.” Ragnar: “We are ready for war. But… our kind is few. Many remain enslaved. We’ve fought Ostania countless times, but every battle cost us dearly. We need your help.” Moris thinks, then rises. The camera closes in on his eyes—ready for a hard decision. Moris: “What kind of help do you need?” Ragnar: “We are ready to fight. But freeing the slaves and escaping with them is hard. Ostanian hunters always arrive fast. It’s happened many times.” The light dims and shifts—the scene transitions to a flashback of a past battle. [Scene 4: Flashback — The rescue mission (years ago)] Dark sky, rain. Muddy ground. Beastkin women and children chained, being led away. Ostanian armored knights pursue them. A younger Ragnar, wounded and bloodied, defends them. Young Ragnar: “Keep moving! Don’t stop!” Young Floki (shouting): “King! They’re closing in!” Suddenly lightning flashes—Ostanian mages cast explosive spells. Many slaves fall. Ragnar watches his friends die before his eyes. Ragnar (inner voice, in the flashback): “Since that day, I swore never to lose anyone again…” The flashback fades. The camera returns to Ragnar’s burning gaze. [Scene 5: Moris’s decision] Moris: “That can be solved easily. I have a transport device. No matter how many there are, they’ll all arrive safely.” Floki (suspicious): “What kind of device?” Moris (smiling): “You wouldn’t believe it until you see it. It flies—not on land, but through the sky.” Floki laughs; Ekla looks astonished. Ragnar: “If what you say is true, then at dawn we march. This war is not for vengeance—it’s for our future.” Moris: “A people with a future is a free people. Be ready by morning.” The camera slowly zooms out. Ragnar and Moris stand in the center of the hall, shaking hands. Night. The dim light glows from Moris’s assigned house. Moonlight spills through the window, gleaming off the metallic parts on his table. Silence. Only the faint clatter of tools and mechanical clicks break the quiet. The camera slowly pans around the room, showing lab equipment—chemical reagents, welding tools, scattered metal fragments. Moris sits at the desk, holding a holographic tablet with a schematic. Half-assembled weapons lie beside him. Moris (inner monologue, calm and thoughtful): “I’ve never seen such physically advanced beings... Their muscle fibers are nearly three times denser than human... Hearing and smell match that of wolves and dogs... Vision comparable to nocturnal predators... If I combine such organisms with human technology... what would happen?..” He leans over the microscope, studying a drop of Beastkin blood. The screen shows a cellular structure with strange bioenergetic patterns. Moris (smiling slightly): “The USSR once dreamed of creating hybrid soldiers... I remember. But they failed. Yet now, I’m looking at their dream—alive.” The camera closes on his eyes—filled with scientific curiosity, and a hint of fear. Moris: “Sometimes creation itself finds the answers… as if nature made my dream on its own. This world… truly fascinating.” He stands, opens a hidden hatch in the floor, and descends. The camera films from above—the lower chamber filled with steel structures and glowing screens. Cold blue light flickers. Moris places two metal cases on the table. One reads “UTS 20,” the other “MG42.” Moris (soft chuckle): “No living being could wield these… but perhaps… one of the Beastkin can.” He pauses, glancing toward a capsule nearby. His eyes narrow critically. Moris: “I wonder… is there anyone among them worthy of this weapon?” Inside the capsule lies a strange black device, with rounded, glowing blue components—the specially designed Surfer.