[Scene: Blackmoor Manor – Morning – Snow still falling outside]
FX: Wind gently brushing against the windows 🌬️
FX: Fireplace crackling in the background 🔥
[Wide shot: Grand hallway]
The manor is cold and silent. Thick stone walls. Dim chandeliers. Old paintings watch from above. The snow outside is still falling, but inside… it's unnaturally quiet.
[Visual: Elara stands in the center of the hallway, a feather duster in hand. Her movements are smooth, almost robotic.]
[Close-up: Her feet move without sound. Her eyes never blink. Her breathing is shallow but calm.]
Elara (thinking):
"It's peaceful here. But he's watching me."
[Cut to: Kaelith standing at the top of the stairs, arms crossed, silently observing her.]
[Kaelith] (coldly):
"You've been cleaning for three hours."
[Elara] (without turning):
"There's dust in the upper corridor. I thought you might dislike that."
Kaelith (thinking):
"She answers like a machine. But her voice… it's gentle."
He walks down the stairs slowly.
FX: Footsteps echo in the silence 👞👞👞
[Scene: Kitchen – a few moments later]
Elara pours hot tea into a porcelain cup. Steam rises. Her hands are steady, graceful.
[Kaelith watches her from the doorway.]
[Kaelith] (quietly):
"You haven't eaten anything since you arrived."
[Elara]:
"I do not need food unless you command it."
[Kaelith] (irritated):
"That's not how the body works."
She turns toward him, still holding the teacup. Her hands are red from heat — visibly burned.
[Kaelith] (sharply):
"Your hands—! That kettle was boiling!"
[Elara] (softly):
"It's okay. The pain is nothing."
She kneels again, offering the tea with her burned palms.
[Close-up: Steam rises. Her face remains calm, but her hands tremble slightly.]
Kaelith (thinking):
"She's hurt, but doesn't complain… like she doesn't even care if her body breaks."
[Scene: Study – moments later]
Kaelith pulls a healing balm from the drawer. Elara kneels silently on the rug. He applies the ointment to her hands, slowly, carefully.
[FX: Soft rubbing, silence heavy in the room.]
[Kaelith] (quiet):
"You're not human, are you?"
[Elara]:
"I was. I think. Before the contract."
[Kaelith]:
"You don't remember your past?"
[Elara] (shaking her head):
"No memories. Just the bond. Just… you."
[Cut to: Flashback — blurry, washed-out visuals]
FX: Distant chanting. Crimson magic circles. A girl in chains.
Elara (voice echoing):
"They told me… if I gave everything, I'd belong to him."
[Scene: Back to the study]
Kaelith finishes bandaging her hands. He steps back, unsettled.
[Kaelith]:
"And you trust me? Just like that?"
[Elara] (smiling faintly):
"It's not about trust. It's what I am now."
[Scene: Training Hall – That Night]
Kaelith trains alone. Sword swings through the air with sharp, graceful speed.
FX: WHOOSH. SLASH. THRUST. ⚔️
Suddenly—
FX: CRASH! — the training dummy explodes into wooden splinters.
From the shadows… Elara appears.
[Kaelith] (not turning):
"You're watching again."
[Elara]:
"I wanted to learn. In case you ever need protection."
[Kaelith] (mocking):
"You think you can fight like this?"
She walks slowly into the moonlight. Her movements are quiet, controlled. No shoes. Bandaged hands still red. But her eyes — glowing.
[Kaelith] (raising a brow):
"Alright then. Come."
[Scene: Training match — Kaelith vs. Elara]
He tosses her a wooden blade. She catches it mid-air.
[Kaelith]:
"Show me what you can do."
He lunges.
FX: THWACK! CLASH!
She dodges every strike, weaving like a shadow. Her body bends low, spins, parries. Elegant. Clean. Unnatural.
[Kaelith] (eyes wide):
"Where did you learn this?"
[Elara] (breathing softly):
"I didn't… I just know."
Kaelith (thinking):
"No wasted movement. No hesitation. Like she was made for this."
One final strike.
She drops to one knee, places her wooden sword at her neck.
[Elara] (bowing):
"Victory is yours, Master."
[Scene: Balcony – Later that night]
Kaelith stares at the stars, arms folded.
Elara stands beside him silently.
[Kaelith]:
"You obey like a machine. But you bleed like a human."
[Elara] (looking at the sky):
"If I can bleed for you, that means I still have worth."
Kaelith (thinking):
"That's not loyalty. That's… something else."
"She's not a puppet. She chose this. Someone made her forget, but the emotion is still real."
[Elara] (softly):
"Do you… wish I wasn't here?"
[Kaelith] (pause):
"…I don't know."
[Elara]:
"Then I will stay. Until you do."
[Scene Cut: Elara's Room – Midnight]
She lies on the bed now. Still not sleeping. Just watching the ceiling.
Elara (thinking):
"He's kind, even when he hides it."
"If I was born just to serve… I'm glad it was him."
[Cut to Kaelith — still awake at his desk]
He closes an old book on cursed bonds.
[Kaelith (quietly):
"Elara… I'll figure out what you are."
[Final shot: Outside the manor]
A figure in the forest watches from the shadows. Red eyes glowing faintly.
[??? (unknown voice)]
"So… the soul weapon still breathes."
[Scene: Blackmoor Manor – Morning – Snow still falling outside]
FX: Wind gently brushing against the windows 🌬️
FX: Fireplace crackling in the background 🔥
[Wide shot: Grand hallway]
The manor is cold and silent. Thick stone walls. Dim chandeliers. Old paintings watch from above. The snow outside is still falling, but inside… it's unnaturally quiet.
[Visual: Elara stands in the center of the hallway, a feather duster in hand. Her movements are smooth, almost robotic.]
[Close-up: Her feet move without sound. Her eyes never blink. Her breathing is shallow but calm.]
Elara (thinking):
"It's peaceful here. But he's watching me."
[Cut to: Kaelith standing at the top of the stairs, arms crossed, silently observing her.]
[Kaelith] (coldly):
"You've been cleaning for three hours."
[Elara] (without turning):
"There's dust in the upper corridor. I thought you might dislike that."
Kaelith (thinking):
"She answers like a machine. But her voice… it's gentle."
He walks down the stairs slowly.
FX: Footsteps echo in the silence 👞👞👞
[Scene: Kitchen – a few moments later]
Elara pours hot tea into a porcelain cup. Steam rises. Her hands are steady, graceful.
[Kaelith watches her from the doorway.]
[Kaelith] (quietly):
"You haven't eaten anything since you arrived."
[Elara]:
"I do not need food unless you command it."
[Kaelith] (irritated):
"That's not how the body works."
She turns toward him, still holding the teacup. Her hands are red from heat — visibly burned.
[Kaelith] (sharply):
"Your hands—! That kettle was boiling!"
[Elara] (softly):
"It's okay. The pain is nothing."
She kneels again, offering the tea with her burned palms.
[Close-up: Steam rises. Her face remains calm, but her hands tremble slightly.]
Kaelith (thinking):
"She's hurt, but doesn't complain… like she doesn't even care if her body breaks."
[Scene: Study – moments later]
Kaelith pulls a healing balm from the drawer. Elara kneels silently on the rug. He applies the ointment to her hands, slowly, carefully.
[FX: Soft rubbing, silence heavy in the room.]
[Kaelith] (quiet):
"You're not human, are you?"
[Elara]:
"I was. I think. Before the contract."
[Kaelith]:
"You don't remember your past?"
[Elara] (shaking her head):
"No memories. Just the bond. Just… you."
[Cut to: Flashback — blurry, washed-out visuals]
FX: Distant chanting. Crimson magic circles. A girl in chains.
Elara (voice echoing):
"They told me… if I gave everything, I'd belong to him."
[Scene: Back to the study]
Kaelith finishes bandaging her hands. He steps back, unsettled.
[Kaelith]:
"And you trust me? Just like that?"
[Elara] (smiling faintly):
"It's not about trust. It's what I am now."
[Scene: Training Hall – That Night]
Kaelith trains alone. Sword swings through the air with sharp, graceful speed.
FX: WHOOSH. SLASH. THRUST. ⚔️
Suddenly—
FX: CRASH! — the training dummy explodes into wooden splinters.
From the shadows… Elara appears.
[Kaelith] (not turning):
"You're watching again."
[Elara]:
"I wanted to learn. In case you ever need protection."
[Kaelith] (mocking):
"You think you can fight like this?"
She walks slowly into the moonlight. Her movements are quiet, controlled. No shoes. Bandaged hands still red. But her eyes — glowing.
[Kaelith] (raising a brow):
"Alright then. Come."
[Scene: Training match — Kaelith vs. Elara]
He tosses her a wooden blade. She catches it mid-air.
[Kaelith]:
"Show me what you can do."
He lunges.
FX: THWACK! CLASH!
She dodges every strike, weaving like a shadow. Her body bends low, spins, parries. Elegant. Clean. Unnatural.
[Kaelith] (eyes wide):
"Where did you learn this?"
[Elara] (breathing softly):
"I didn't… I just know."
Kaelith (thinking):
"No wasted movement. No hesitation. Like she was made for this."
One final strike.
She drops to one knee, places her wooden sword at her neck.
[Elara] (bowing):
"Victory is yours, Master."
[Scene: Balcony – Later that night]
Kaelith stares at the stars, arms folded.
Elara stands beside him silently.
[Kaelith]:
"You obey like a machine. But you bleed like a human."
[Elara] (looking at the sky):
"If I can bleed for you, that means I still have worth."
Kaelith (thinking):
"That's not loyalty. That's… something else."
"She's not a puppet. She chose this. Someone made her forget, but the emotion is still real."
[Elara] (softly):
"Do you… wish I wasn't here?"
[Kaelith] (pause):
"…I don't know."
[Elara]:
"Then I will stay. Until you do."
[Scene Cut: Elara's Room – Midnight]
She lies on the bed now. Still not sleeping. Just watching the ceiling.
Elara (thinking):
"He's kind, even when he hides it."
"If I was born just to serve… I'm glad it was him."
[Cut to Kaelith — still awake at his desk]
He closes an old book on cursed bonds.
[Kaelith (quietly):
"Elara… I'll figure out what you are."
[Final shot: Outside the manor]
A figure in the forest watches from the shadows. Red eyes glowing faintly.
[??? (unknown voice)]
"So… the soul weapon still breathes."