Begins on a black screen.
OSKAR: Ah! Hello everyone! I see you have come here for a story. Yes, yes, much has transpired recently that needs telling. But I must warn you, not all of it will be easy for you to hear, just as much as it is not easy for me to tell. [short pause] Then, I suppose all good stories have parts like that, don't they? Oh, and, in the words of the famed fisherman Swimble Plonkbelly, "This is a very good story, I assure you"-- [clears throat] Ah, I'm getting ahead of myself-- Anyway! [clap sound] I suppose that, for the sake of those who don't already know, [map of Aerwiar begins to fade into view, and begins slowly zooming in on the Green Hollows and rotating 180 degrees] I should start at the same place this story does: many years ago, in the land of Dang, where a great evil was rising to power.
The map becomes a landscape, the view flattens out and begins to zoom towards the Killridge Mountains continually faster.
That evil was a nameless evil, whose name was Gnag the Nameless. From high atop the Killridge Mountains in the Castle Throg, [darkness spreads from the castle, view begins to follow it towards Anniera] Gnag's hatred spread like a blanket over the free peoples of Aerwiar. Of all the things Gnag despised, [shot of Castle Rysen] he most hated the High King Wingfeather of the Isle of Anniera.
General Khrak leads an army of fangs that ravage Anniera.
Gnag mounted a surprise attack on the Shining Isle, where fell the good king, his house, and his noble people.
The fangs are now in boats, map zooms out to show the Dark Sea and then Skree as Oskar continues.
Unsatisfied, the nameless evil (named Gnag) built a fleet that bore his monstrous army of the dreaded Fangs of Dang westward across the Dark Sea of Darkness to the continent of Skree. [lots of death and destruction etc.] Skree fell quickly to the Fangs. Anyone with a claim to the throne was executed, and the people of Skree had to learn to survive under the fearful rule of the Fangs. [dramatic pause, the visuals darken even further] But as if the venomous toothiness of the fangs was not enough for the Skreeans to fear, there was the one sound in the night that all had come to dread: [another pause as we see the Carriage for the first time. It is a dark and stormy night] the Black Carriage. [as Oskar recites, the Carriage begins moving]
Lo, beyond the River Blapp
The Carriage comes, the Carriage Black
With shadowed steed and shadowed tack
And shadowed driver driving
[JANNER, asleep in his bed, wakes suddenly to a clap of thunder, then hears hoofbeats. He is frozen, yet shaking with terror as his siblings (and Nugget) sleep on. Continual cuts between him and the Carriage]
Child, pray the Maker let you sleep
When comes the Carriage down your street
Lest all your dreams be dreams of teeth
And Carriages arriving
[fangs come out of the prison to meet the Carriage. They are then seen bursting into a small room, and are met by screams, which can be heard from outside the building (The Only Inn)]
To wrest you from your berth and bower
In deepest night and darkest hour
Across the sea to frozen tower
Where Gnag the Nameless pounds you
[the occupants of the room, obscured by darkness, wrestle to keep the fangs from taking their child, but to no avail. They are left weeping on the porch of the inn as the Carriage drives away]
At Castle Throg across the span
A world away from kith and clan
You'll weep at how your woes began
The night the shadows bound you
[as the Carriage drives on to continue its dark errand, the camera pans upward to show the vast land of Skree]
Away, beyond the River Blapp
The Carriage came, the Carriage Black
By shadowed steed with shadowed tack
The night the Carriage found you
[fade to black]
YOU ARE READING
Wingfeather Saga Book 1 movie script and ideas
FantasySo this is a thing that I've started to do. The Wingfeather Saga by Andrew Peterson is my favorite book series of all time. I decided to major in digital media production in college just in the hope that I could make these books into movies someday...
