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EXT. FOREST - MORNING
Xena is moving through the forest rapidly but carefully, still searching for any sign of Gabrielle but having no luck at all. She stops in the middle of a small clearing and turns in small circles, looking for anything that will lead her to Gabrielle. She stops as something unseen catches her senses and she draws her sword and points in the direction of the perceived threat.
She waits patiently as two small figures in hooded cloaks step from the shadows. She is tense and watching them with a very wary eye as very small, strong hands reach up and lower the hoods. The figures under the hoods resemble humans, but their faces are more angular. Somehow Xena gets the impression that no matter how odd they may look, they are very wise creatures. They are about four feet tall, with a bluish gray hue to their skin, eyes that seem to be almost golden and ears that are small and come to a point. A small crop of dark hair rests on the head. They look at Xena but make no effort to advance. Finally one seems to smile, as it holds up a hand in a calming gesture.
Fear not, warrior. I am Tril and this
is Kal. We mean you no harm.
We are of the Forest Clan.
We heard your cries and came
to see if we could help you.
Xena slowly lowers her sword as she sizes them up and decides they are not a threat to her.
My companion is missing.
The little blonde warrior?
Yes? Do you know where she is?
Tril and Kal look between each other. Tril finally nods and looks to Xena.
We fear that the Mountain Clan
may have taken your companion.
Xenaís brow goes up and her grip tightens on her sword.
Where are these people?
High in the mountains. It is
a treacherous place and
wrought with danger.
I donít care. I need
to find Gabrielle.
Warrior, we have great knowledge
of the Mountain Clan. Perhaps you
will come back to our village
and we can help you prepare.
I donít have time for this.
You must make time. If you try to
reach her unprepared, then you will
surely condemn you both to death.
I swear to you on the spirits of our
ancestors that we only wish to help
you in your quest to retrieve your
friend. The Mountain Clan is war-like
and very dangerous. You need to
better understand them before
you can safely encounter them.
Why would they take Gabrielle?
Orcin, our wisest priest can
tell you more, warrior. Please?
They both turn and gesture towards a path that leads deeper into the forest.
For your friend?
Kal gestures again. Xena puts her sword away and gestures for then to go first. They put their hoods back up and begin shuffling down the path with Xena right behind them.
INT. BEDCHAMBER - SAME TIME
Two hooded figures very much like the ones Xena encountered in the forest stand over a large ornate bed, watching an unconscious Gabrielle.
Finally, we have found the one.
She will certainly be able to
help us attain our objective.
Do you think she will help us?
I am certain of it. Come.
Letís leave this warrior to rest.
EXT. VILLAGE - DAY
Xena enters the village and is surrounded by curious onlookers. She notices that the apparent difference between the men and the women in this village is that the men all wear hooded robes. The women wear robes without hoods and they all seem to have the same long golden hair with ornaments of various kinds hanging from them. It doesnít take Xena long to figure out this is how they mark the class system in this village and the women with more ornate decorations are considered a higher class.
The one thing that strikes her immediately is that there donít appear to be any children in this village.
Where are your children?
Children? That is not a
word we are familiar with.
Kal and Tril look at each other and can only shrug, clearly not comprehending what she is asking.
Offspring? You know, like....
She looks around and sees a goat tied to a post, munching some hay. At her teat is a newborn kid. Xena walks over and pets the baby, indicating to it.
Ah, yes. You mean kinder.
The little ones.
Yes, Kinder. Where I come
from they are called children.
He tries the word out as if testing if he likes it or not. He smiles and nods his approval
Children is a good word.
So, where are they?
We have no children. We
are the last of our people.
Fortunately, our kind is very
long lived and the need
for kinder is not urgent.
This gets a raised brow as well, but she has far more important concerns than finding out the answer to that comment.
All right, where is this priest?
Orcin will rise in the evening.
You may talk to him then.
Until then, please allow us to
honor you buy providing
food and a place to rest.
I am afraid that our dwellings are
too small for you to use, but you may
make camp anywhere inside the village.
Make sure that your camp is well inside
the village. There are many dangers
outside the protection of this circle.
Listen, I really need to talk to....
Warrior, Orcin is in a deep trance.
He will not emerge until evening.
You may speak with him then.
A WOMAN from the clan comes to Xena and offers a warm loaf of sweat bread. Xena smiles at the gesture and takes the bread.
She canít understand you warrior. Only
Tril and I speak your language. One of
us would be happy to translate for you.
Thanks. Just tell her
I said thank you.
Kal turns to her and points to Xena.
Orei beva riits forna.
The woman smiles at Xena and backs away, bowing and smiling.
Oh boy. Itís going
to be a long day.
INT. BEDCHAMBER - SAME TIME
Gabrielle comes to, waking slowly, rubbing first her eyes then her temples. She takes what appears to be a painful breath as she sits up, draping her legs over the side of the bed.
Oh man! I feel like Iíve
been hit by lightening.
Taking a deep breath she raises her head and looks around the room.
Where am I?
Standing on slightly shaky legs, she moves slowly around the room, looking at everything in it as she tries to work out where she is. She stops in front of a chest that has things piled on top of it that she vaguely recognizes as her own. Running her fingers over the cloak and the bag, she looks around the room, walking to and stopping before a polished metal plate used for casting a reflection.
Who am I?
EXT. VILLAGE - LATE DAY
Xena is sitting next to a small fire with a cup between her hands. She is clearly enjoying whatever is in the mug. The smile on her face as she swallows says it all. Kal, Tril and several others from the village sit with her.
Why arenít their any kinder?
There is a serious dilemma for my
people. While not an immediate
concern, the fact that there are
no kinder will be an issue eventually.
You see the two clans used to be
one. But many years ago, there
was a quarrel between members
of the clan and it was split in two. One
group left and moved to the mountains.
Becoming the Mountain Clan.
Correct. You have noticed that our
eyes are different from yours. The
only way you can tell our people
apart is by eye color.
The Mountain Clan has silver eyes.
And for there to be kinder, gold
and silver must come together.
Could make things difficult.
So the Mountain Clan doesnít
have any kinder either?
Well, thatís good. I donít have to
worry about children getting hurt.
From the back of a village a wise and aged voice reaches her ears.
No. You only have to be concerned
that the Mountain Clan wonít kill
your friend. Come, we need to talk.
Xena looks at the very old man in purple and gold robes. She notices he is the only one dressed in robes like that.
That is Orcin.
Please go with him.
She gets up and follows the old man as her eyes dart back and forth between him and the group she has just left.
INT. CAVE - EVENING
Without a word to Xena, Orcin enters a cave and takes a seat on a fur-covered bench. Xena enters and ducks just slightly at the entrance, but once inside she finds she can stand to her full height, albeit a little cramped. She looks around and sees books and scrolls on shelves that line the walls of the cave. There is a table where vials of various colors bubble and smoke. A small tray of crystals hum and radiate colors of the rainbow.
This is something new
to you, Warrior?
No, Iíve been in worse.
A smile curls his lips, as if he is having a bittersweet memory.
I was not speaking of my place.
I was speaking of humor.
He stops and considers her, looking at her intently. Their eyes meet while he learns of the warrior before him.
You have a very old soul. You
have made many journeys and
will make many, many more.
Iím not surprised. Thereís
no rest for the wicked.
But it is good, these journeys. For
there is one that travels with you....
In this life, yes. Gabrielle.
Intertwined for eternity are you both.
Hope we have a little
easier time of it next time.
All will be different,
but will be same.
How can that be?
Different because who you
will be together, but same
because you are together.
Well, Iím not ready to give her
up in the here and now, so I need
to know how to get her out of there.
Patience, Warrior. Your partner is
safe for now. We must prepare.
The Mountain Clan people are very
powerful and they will be more
so now that they have your
companion to fight for them.
Fight? Fight who?
The Forest Clan.
INT. DINING HALL - NIGHT
Gabrielle, dressed in fine robes of soft white flowing silk is seated at a large table laden with food and all there for her. The two creatures sitting at the table with her are watching her patiently as she reaches a tentative hand for a ripe fruit.
And what exactly happened again?
There was a minor accident
the other day. Your horse
stumbled and you hit your head.
Well that explains
that then. Amnesia.
She stops and thinks about it.
How did I know that?
That is the way these
injuries are, General.
Gabrielle nods and takes a bite from the fruit in her hand. Her eyes seem far off as she considers the conversation and trying to reconcile it with what few things she thinks she knows.
General, Iím afraid that
she broke her leg and
we had to put her down.
A brief vision of Argo flashes through her mind and her eyes close as if they are trying to capture what her eyes are seeing.
Oh no. Sheís going to
You said she.
She sits back against her chair and thinks about it. She looks as if sheís going to say something, then she just turns to them and shrugs.
I donít know.
Iím sure it will
come back to you.
I hope so. I have a feeling
she is very important.
END OF ACT ONE