ACT 2: THE AWAKENING
(STANDARD NARRATION)
NARRATOR (V.O.):
"Long ago, the Demonrealm was sealed away. But now, the gate has broken open."
"For the first time in history, the realms of the living stand united—an uneasy alliance forged to push back the threat."
"But the tide of war cannot be turned by armies alone…"
"Only the one who carries the ancient power of Darkness can shift the fate of the living realms."
And his soul walks the edge of ruin.
Scene 1: Visions of loss
Aslan lies in bed, restless. His body twitches. He mumbles faintly in his sleep, drenched in sweat.
Suddenly, the world shifts.
Aslan finds himself standing in a surreal, desolate field.
All around him lies red snow, thick and tainted. Above, the sky rains flakes of black snow—but it's not snow… it's pure darkness falling from the heavens.
His face pales. He spins slowly, confused and afraid.
He doesn't understand where he is—or what he's witnessing.
A loud, piercing clash of steel erupts.
The sound of blades colliding fills the air, echoing like thunder.
Aslan turns. Shadowy silhouettes—warriors—clash in violent combat, vanishing into mist the moment they fall.
Among them, one figure stands out.
A lone warrior duels against a towering, monstrous shadow.
Aslan narrows his eyes—he doesn't know how, but he recognizes the larger shadow: it's the Demonlord.
The warrior struggles. Aslan steps closer to see his face—
And just as the shadows begin to fade…
A choked gasp behind him.
Aslan turns.
A bloodied man collapses to the ground, gasping for breath.
It's Fikret—the Sultan.
Aslan drops to his knees beside him, desperate to help.
ASLAN (shaken):
"How can i help?…!"
He searches for something to do—anything to stop the bleeding.
But when his eyes meet Fikret's—he freezes.
There's fear in them.
And then… something else.
A sudden glimmer—a flicker of darkness in Fikret's pupils.
A thick, violent current of shadow erupts and engulfs them both.
Aslan screams—
The world collapses into black.
Aslan jolts awake with a scream.
His entire body aches. Sweat drips from his skin.
He throws off the blanket—and freezes.
His hands are covered in thick, pulsing veins—a deep dark purple.
A moment later—
GULSAH (rushing in):
"Aslan?! What's wrong?!"
She gasps.
His face is veined as well—tainted by the same corruption.
She runs to him, holding his trembling body.
GULSAH (desperate):
"What happened?! What are these?! Where did they come from?!"
Aslan doesn't respond.
He just stares at his hands…
And begins to smile.
A slow, unnatural grin creeps across his face—a grin that does not belong to him.
Gulsah freezes.
This… this abnormality—she's never seen anything like it.
Her hands tremble as she grabs his shoulders, shaking him.
GULSAH:
"Aslan!! Say something!"
Suddenly, the grin fades. Aslan blinks.
He looks at her with soft confusion, as if waking up for the first time.
ASLAN (gentle):
"…Mother? What happened?"
Gulsah looks down.
The veins are… gone.
Tears fall from her eyes as she wraps him in a tight embrace.
They lie down beside each other again—holding on—
Until sleep takes them both.
The scene switches——
Scene 2: memories of the past
Gulsah is cooking breakfast, trying to keep her hands steady.
GULSAH (calling):
"Aslaaaaaan! Get up!"
Footsteps approach. Aslan enters, rubbing his eyes, still groggy.
ASLAN (yawning):
"Good morning, mother."
He sits down. Gulsah places food in front of him.
As he eats, she subtly checks his arms and neck again for any signs of the veins.
Nothing.
Aslan notices but says nothing—choosing to act normal.
Suddenly, the front door bursts open. HAKAN runs in, out of breath and covered in sweat.
GULSAH (startled):
"Hakan?! What's wrong?!"
HAKAN (panting):
"The Sultan… he's been defeated!"
A plate drops from Gulsah's hand.
CRASH!
It shatters on the floor.
She drops to her knees beside it, stunned.
GULSAH (shaking):
"…No…"
She begins cleaning the pieces through quiet tears.
ASLAN (serious):
"How do you know this?"
HAKAN:
"Everyone's talking about it! My father said their entire army—and even the Elven army—were slain by demons!"
His fists clench with determination.
HAKAN:
"I can't wait to grow up… I'll make them pay for what they did!"
ASLAN (sighing):
"That's a bit far ahead to think about… besides, it's not really our concern."
(He smiles.)
"But—! I have something I want to show you."
HAKAN (grinning back):
"Oh yeah?! I've got something to show you too!"
They dash out the house, full of energy.
Gulsah slowly rises and leans on the counter for support.
Her mind is elsewhere.
A flashack——
A younger Fikret stands above a fallen basket. He kneels and picks it up, offering it with a shy smile.
GULSAH:
"Thank you…"
FIKRET (nervous):
"Uh… excuse me… I-I'm Fikret."
His face turns red, his demeanor bashful.
GULSAH:
"I'm Gulsah. Gulsah Balkar."
FIKRET (blinking):
"You… you're a Balkar?! I never thought I'd meet one again!"
GULSAH:
"You know my family?"
FIKRET:
"Of course! My father was a close friend of Erdal Balkar."
GULSAH:
"That… that's my father."
FIKRET (smiling):
"Would you allow me to carry those baskets for you?"
GULSAH (smiles warmly):
"Of course."
They walk together through the village, laughing and talking.
As they approach the gates, Fikret awkwardly hands over the baskets again, his face red.
FIKRET:
"I-I was wondering… would you maybe… like to have dinner with me sometime?"
Gulsah stares at him with a blank expression—
Then bursts out laughing.
FIKRET:
"W-Why are you laughing?!"
GULSAH (grinning):
"I never imagined I'd be asked out by the Sultan!"
FIKRET (startled):
"You knew?!"
GULSAH (playfully):
"Of course. You're the most recognizable man in the entire realm."
(She softens.)
"I'd love to go on a date with you."
They laugh together as the scene fades to black.
The scene swtiches——
Scene 3: Magic system
The calm surface of the lake ripples with wind.
Aslan and Hakan stand near the edge. Hakan looks at him expectantly.
HAKAN:
"So? What is it you wanted to show me?"
Aslan doesn't answer. He closes his eyes slowly.
A quiet hum of wind begins to build around them.
He concentrates—not just on energy, but on feeling.
A sudden gust of wind swirls around Hakan, lifting leaves and dust.
HAKAN (jaw dropping):
"Not fair! How did you do that?! Please teach me!"
Aslan chuckles softly.
ASLAN:
"Alright, alright… I will teach you, my pupil."
He strokes his chin as if he has a beard, imitating an old wise master.
They sit together on rocks by the lakeside.
ASLAN (serious now):
"You can't just summon power with brute force. Aether responds to what's inside. Emotions. Memories."
"You have to reach in—feel something. Love, fear, anger… moments that meant something."
"Don't force it. Let it come."
Hakan closes his eyes and lets out a long breath.
He focuses.
The wind stirs faintly—then—
He huffs again, and a strong burst of air erupts around him!
ASLAN (startled):
"Whoa…!"
HAKAN (excited):
"Did it work?!"
But the wind dies down. The lake settles.
HAKAN (deflated):
"…It's not working!"
ASLAN (grinning):
"Don't give up. Just try again."
Time passes. The sun lowers slightly.
They try and try.
Eventually, they fall back on the grass.
ASLAN:
"Maybe you need to make some stronger memories first."
"You'll get there. If I can do it—I know you can."
HAKAN (smiling):
"Thanks…"
They run off, racing each other across the field.
The lake glimmers behind them.
The scene follows the lake but the visual is paused——
MAGIC SYSTEM NARRATION – LORE INTERLUDE
(Visual montage: ancient scrolls, glowing symbols, misty forests, and fragments of memory)
NARRATOR (V.O.):
"In the world of Adanai, magic is not studied from books.
It is not passed down like titles or weapons."
"It is drawn from the soul."
"Magic awakens from memory… it takes form through emotion…
And it thrives in the moments where truth reveals itself."
"This ancient force is known as Aether."
"It flows through all living beings—quiet, invisible… waiting."
(A warrior summoning fire from fury. A gentle hand healing a bird's wing. A shadowed figure manipulating illusions)
"But Aether is not limitless.
It must be pulled from within—
And the cost… is always personal."
"Each soul resonates with a path. A truth. A burden."
THE ELEMENTAL PATHS
(Figures stand in glowing elemental circles, each surrounded by symbolic energy)
• Fire – Born from wrath, courage, and burning passion.
• Water – Shaped by sorrow, reflection, and patience.
• Earth – Rooted in loyalty, willpower, and quiet strength.
• Air – Carried by freedom, instinct, and endless change.
• Light – Sparked by mercy, hope, and unshakable truth.
• Shadow – Awakened through grief, vengeance… and fear.
"No mage commands them all. The Aether chooses."
"Each element answers only to those who truly understand it—
Who have lived it."
TYPES OF MAGIC
(Scenes split into four animated paths)
• Destruction – The art of breaking: fireballs, quakes, blades of air.
• Illusion – Bending light, sound, and perception: fear, trickery, escape.
• Healing – Restoring flesh, easing pain, soothing minds.
• Other Paths… remain unspoken.
"Some whisper of magic long lost…
Of voices in the dark, of curses fed by memory, of power offered by unseen forces—
For a price."
AETHER RANKS – MASTERY OVER TIME
(Glowing glyphs arranged in a spiral progression)
• Novice – Can light a fire or mend a scratch.
• Acolyte – Gains control over basic spells and emotional focus.
• Wielder – Full command over their element or path.
• Master – Merges combat skill with deep aetheric control.
• Awakened – Can cast with multiple elements at once.
• Ascendant – Possesses reality-bending potential… rivals even the Celestials.
NARRATOR (V.O.):
"No one knows when their magic will awaken.
Some never feel it.
Others… are born with it breathing inside them."
"You do not choose your magic—
It chooses you."
The scene switches——
Scene 4: fallen but not forgotten
Days have passed since the battle.
A great gathering fills the capital as the realms mourn their fallen ruler.
The body of Sultan Fikret is wrapped in a sacred white cloth—prepared for burial after being recovered from the battlefield.
Soldiers line the grave, solemnly pouring sand over his lifeless form.
Cries echo across the courtyard. Grief weighs heavy in the air.
A close-up of Yasin, standing still with tears swelling in his eyes.
His fists clench.
A thousand thoughts race through his mind.
IMAM (softly):
"Let us send him off with prayer."
Everyone raises their hands before them as if holding invisible scripture.
They pray.
The silence is sacred.
One by one, they begin to leave the site. But the last to remain is Yasin.
He turns slowly to walk away.
Waiting ahead, beneath the shade of a towering tree, stands Zulkarneyn.
ZULKARNEYN (gently):
"Yasin… I know this may not be the time or place—but…"
"Have you felt anything? Any signs? Any… change at all?"
Yasin looks at him, bitterness in his eyes.
He says nothing.
He simply keeps walking.
The camera pans out—
Birds rise into the sky, soaring toward the sun.
The scene switches——
Scene 5: Crowned by blood
The golden banners of the realm flutter quietly as guests fill the grand hall.
Yasin, seventeen years old, kneels before the throne.
His sisters, the viziers, noblemen, and emissaries from across the realms are present.
He looks uneasy. Heavy-hearted. His mind is still racing.
HALIL PASHA (announcing):
"With the passing of our beloved Sultan Fikret,
His only son shall now take the crown and bear the weight of the power."
"I hereby crown Yasin Yildirim, the Twentieth Sultan of the Realms!"
The nobles erupt into cheers. Cups are raised high into the air—
—except for the elven and demihuman kings, who remain cold and silent.
Yasin rises and slowly walks toward the throne.
He pauses.
His fingers brush the carved wood.
His father's seat.
He closes his eyes, then lowers himself into it.
The crowd cheers again.
Minutes pass.
Anxious silence settles as everyone waits for the new Sultan's first words.
Yasin breathes deeply.
He stands.
YASIN (projecting):
"The former Sultan has passed. My father… is gone."
"But I, Yasin Yildirim, vow this—
I will give my life to protect the realms."
"As my forefathers once did. I shall carry their legacy. I bear the power, and with it… we shall enter a new era."
"We will rise victorious—against the Demonlord."
The chamber erupts into another cheer.
Yasin sits down, eyes scanning the room.
He sees noblemen drinking, laughing.
Zulkarneyn and the viziers murmuring among themselves.
His sisters sitting quietly, avoiding his gaze.
The Dwarven Lord and the Demihuman King… already deep into a drinking contest.
But then—
A sharp gaze pierces him.
He turns—and locks eyes with the Elven King.
They don't speak.
But a thousand words pass between them.
Yasin holds the gaze, refusing to look away.
Eventually, the Elven King turns to his sister.
ELVEN KING (coldly):
"He is weak… The time is now, little sister."
LEA (grinning):
"As you say, brother."
They exit the hall without another word.
Yasin watches them leave, uncertain.
YASEMIN (approaching):
"You know how weak you just made us look?"
YASIN (defensive):
"What do you mean? I'm the Sultan!"
YASEMIN:
"It's not about being Sultan, you idiot."
"That Elven King? He saw right through you. He knows you're lost. And scared."
Yasin gasps, shaken.
YASIN (inner voice):
"Did I… really just make us look weak?"
Yasemin walks away.
The room dims.
The scene follows Yasin
Yasin sits alone on the edge of his bed, staring blankly.
He clenches his fists.
YASIN (bitterly):
"Why… Why?!"
A tear rolls down his cheek.
He punches his leg, hard.
YASIN:
"I should've inherited the power right away!
Why don't I feel it?
Why don't I have it?!"
The door creaks open.
ZULKARNEYN:
"Sultan… The Council is waiting. We must act."
Yasin wipes his face, gathers himself, and follows him.
Scene 6: The true Heir
INT. COUNCIL CHAMBER – MOMENTS LATER
A massive round table glows with candlelight.
The Grand Viziers sit around it—wise, powerful, and anxious.
Yasin sits down, silently.
HACI PASHA:
"Does the boy bear the power?"
HASSAN PASHA (firmly):
"It's Sultan Yasin, to you."
ZULKARNEYN:
"I have summoned this council because you all know what's at stake."
"The former Sultan is dead—slain by the Demonlord himself."
"And the new Sultan… does not bear the power."
The room falls into silence.
MEHMET PASHA:
"How can this be?!"
HASSAN PASHA:
"If we had known, we would have prepared."
YUSSUF PASHA:
"This much is clear: Fikret is dead. The demon lord struck him down."
"We examined the body. The power's mark is gone."
"And yet… it has not passed to the rightful heir."
HASSAN PASHA:
"There are only two possibilities."
"Either the power was destroyed…"
"Or Sultan Fikret had another son."
Eyes narrow. A low murmur spreads through the room.
MEHMET PASHA:
"That can't be. If he did, we would've known."
YUSSUF PASHA:
"Not necessarily. Perhaps he didn't know himself."
"There are three options before us now…"
• "We test the sisters—to see if the power passed to them."
• "We wait… and see if the Demonlord strikes again. If he does, without resistance, the power may be lost."
• "Or—we search for the true heir."
"If the sisters carry the power, we must crown a female Sultan."
"If not… then we must find the lost heir—before the Demonlord does."
ZULKARNEYN (slams the table):
"Damn it! I told him not to do it!"
"That witch… Gulsah Balkar!"
Shocked faces turn to him.
ZULKARNEYN:
"Fikret fell in love with her. I never knew they had a child—but if they did…"
"If even he didn't know…"
"We cannot let that child claim the throne!"
"We need to kill him!"
HASSAN PASHA:
"The power doesn't transfer from brother to brother. There's no scripture that proves that!"
"If we kill him and the power doesn't pass, we might doom the entire realm!"
HACI PASHA:
"We cannot allow the son of a witch to become Sultan.
We strike now—before he matures."
YUSSUF PASHA:
"It might be wiser to act before he awakens his power."
MEHMET PASHA:
"We could bring him here… teach him… use him."
HACI PASHA:
"You trust a cursed boy?! I say we end him."
MEHMET PASHA:
"You're making a mistake! We know nothing about him. If he awakens alone—he could destroy everything."
YUSSUF PASHA:
"He could fall to the demonlord. Or… he could become a great Sultan."
YASIN (rising suddenly):
"I. AM. THE SULTAN!"
"You are all servants to me!"
"I have heard enough."
"My decision is final."
YASIN (coldly):
"We will find the boy—and take his life."
"We will not risk this realm."
"We end it now."
HASSAN PASHA (angrily):
"Then you may have sealed all of our fates…"
He storms out.
One by one, the viziers rise and leave.
Only Yasin and Zulkarneyn remain.
YASIN:
"Uncle… Find out where they live."
"We end this before it begins."
ZULKARNEYN (bows):
"Consider it done."
The scene swtiches——
Scene 7: Power or Curse?
The sun hangs low over the horizon. A warm breeze drifts through the village.
Aslan stands outside, barefoot on the grass, practicing his wind magic.
No longer does he need to sit and concentrate for hours.
His movements are fluid now—swift and instinctive.
He leaps from side to side, slashing through the air with invisible blades.
His garden is a mess—leaves, clothes, and debris scattered everywhere.
A gust swirls behind him. He spins—ready to strike—
But it's just a sound.
A faint chirping.
He turns and sees a small bird lying on the ground. Its wing is bent unnaturally.
It flutters helplessly, trying to fly.
Aslan freezes.
His eyes lock onto the creature.
The world seems to slow around him.
The colors begin to fade. The wind dies.
A deep, creeping darkness begins to seep into the edges of the scene—
As if reality itself is unraveling.
His body trembles.
Veins rise along his arms once again—black and purple, pulsing like poison.
The bird flutters again.
But Aslan doesn't move.
His gaze is empty. Cold.
And then—
A voice. Low. Crackling. Inhuman.
??? (whispering):
"…Kiiiiiiill…"
Aslan's mind races. Panic rises.
ASLAN (V.O.):
"What… what is that…?!"
??? (louder):
"…KIIIIIIIIILLLL…"
His hand begins to move—against his will.
Slowly. Steadily.
Toward the bird.
His breath quickens. His lips part, but no sound comes out.
The voice consumes him—
??? (roaring):
"KILL!!"
GULSAH (off-screen):
"ASLAAAAAAN!"
In an instant—everything snaps back.
The darkness is gone. The veins vanish.
The world returns to color.
Aslan gasps and stumbles backward. He turns and sees Gulsah at the garden gate.
He runs to her and clings to her tightly.
GULSAH (alarmed):
"What was that?!"
ASLAN (shaken):
"I… I don't know…"
Tears fall down his cheeks.
Gulsah gently looks down at him. Then notices the bird, still lying in the grass.
She walks over and kneels beside it.
GULSAH (softly):
"Let's fix him up, alright?"
ASLAN (sniffles, trying to smile):
"Yeah…"
He runs inside to help her prepare.
But as Gulsah lingers behind, holding the bird—
She looks over her shoulder at the spot where her son had stood…
A look of quiet dread shadows her face.
She knows something is wrong.
The scene switches—-
The stars glimmer over the countryside.
From the shadows of a tall tree, a cloaked figure crouches—silent, motionless.
Eyes like daggers watch the house below.
The figure narrows his gaze.
His cloak flutters softly in the breeze.
NINJA (whispering):
"…Found you."
With a silent leap, he vanishes into the trees.