INT. THE CATACOMBS
At one end of the small
table, backed by the stacks, Beth and Miriam sit, pale as ghosts.
At the other end, not
sitting but pacing, is Alton Kind.
Behind him, waiting in – maybe blocking – the doorway to the staircase
that leads back up to the chapel, is the Attendant.
The attendant suddenly
puts a finger to her ear, pressing it in.
ATTENDANT
Copy that.
Miriam leans in close
to Beth.
MIRIAM
(whispers)
She
has an earpiece? Why does a TA need an
earpiece?
ATTENDANT
(to Professor Kind)
Students
are clear sir. The gate is locked.
BETH
(Whispers)
Why
does a TA need to lock the gate?
Professor Kind turns to
Beth and Miriam. He puts his fists on
the table and leans in.
ALTON KIND
Now
that we’re truly alone, I want you ladies to tell me what happened to the sword
of St. Peter.
BETH
Honestly
Professor, I was just trying to save it.
Somehow, the temperature in its case started going up. I grabbed it, fully intending to bring it
down to you.
ALTON KIND
But
you didn’t. Why?
BETH
Well,
because…I sort of...lost it.
ALTON KIND
My
aides have searched every centimeter of this church, these catacombs. They haven’t found it. And when they examined the sword’s case, the
temperature and humidity levels were exactly where they should have been.
BETH
I
can’t explain it…
ALTON KIND
Then
we’re done here. You and your friend are
hereby expelled from the program and New York University.
MIRIAM
Me?
BETH
Sir,
Miriam didn’t do anything.
ALTON KIND
She
didn’t leave with the others when she was asked. She should have.
Alton Kind turns to the
aide with the earpiece and starts talking to her in hushed tones.
Now it’s Beth’s turn to
lean in close to Miriam.
BETH
(Whispers)
Beth,
I’m sorry. I can’t believe this is
happening.
MIRIAM
(Whisper)
You
have to tell him something Beth. You
must remember something.
BETH
(Whisper)
I…it’s
crazy. Unbelievable. No way he’d take me seriously.
MIRIAM
(Whisper)
So
what? A crazy explanation is better than
nothing. We’re getting expelled Beth!
BETH
(Whisper)
Ok. You’re right.
ALTON KIND (O.S.)
Ladies!
Miriam and Beth look up
to find Alton standing at the other end of the table, glaring at them.
ALTON KIND
Get out.
BETH
Professor…
Beth stands up.
BETH
I have something to say.
ALTON KIND
It’s
too late for admissions of guilt. You
had your chance.
BETH
No
sir, I swear to you I didn’t take or break your artifact. I did grab it, like I said. And when I touched it…I went somewhere.
Alton Kind looks up at Beth
intently. Interested.
ALTON KIND
Where?
BETH
I
don’t know, exactly. It looked like a
tomb. There were stone walls all around
me. And in the center, there was a
raised altar.
Beth catches sight of
the aide smirking, trying to hide a laugh.
We hear a tug, watch
Beth turn around, and from her POV we see a worried Miriam looking back up at
us.
MIRIAM
What
are you doing? Are you improvising?
BETH
No.
MIRIAM
Because
it’s bad.
ALTON KIND (O.S.)
Beth.
Beth turns back to face
Alton Kind’s piercing glare.
ALTON KIND
Was there someone…a body…on the altar?
BETH
Yes sir.
ALTON KIND
Man or woman?
BETH
A man…I think.
ALTON KIND
You think?
BETH
Sorry,
no, he definitely looked like a man. I
mean, he was a man. With a beard. Definitely a man.
Alton Kind takes an
uncomfortable beat, reading Beth with his eyes.
ALTON KIND
Did
he look like a man you’ve seen before?
Beth squirms. How does she say this?
BETH
Not
exactly. At least, not in the real
world.
ALTON KIND
Who
did he look like Beth?
BETH
(To
herself)
I
mean…it’s crazy.
ALTON KIND
Be
that as it may.
Alton leans further in
on the table, recapturing Beth’s focus.
ALTON KIND
Who did he look like?
Beth exhales.
BETH
Jesus Christ.
SNORT.
Everyone except Alton
Kind looks over at the attendant, who’s composing herself.
ATTENDANT
Sorry.
ALTON KIND
Was he dead?
Now it’s Beth’s turn to
be freaked out.
BETH
No. I touched his cheek. He was warm.
Then, he woke up.
ALTON KIND
And
then what?
BETH
I
don’t know. I got so scared I jumped
back and fell. Then, somehow, I was back
here. But the sword…
ALTON KIND
Is
still in there.
Beth nods.
Alton Kind’s eyes are
racing back and forth. Finally, he turns
like the snap of a whip to the attendant.
ALTON KIND
You’re done for the night Ms. Page.
ATTENDANT
Sir?
ALTON KIND
Have
the back gate unlocked. I’ll see these
two ladies out when I’ve finished questioning them.
ATTENDANT
Yes
sir.
The attendant
hesitantly turns into the stairs and walks up.
Alton Kind turns back
to the table and sits at its head. He
pulls out his phone and begins typing away furiously.
Beth stands there,
awkwardly. She and Miriam look at the
professor, and each other, quizzically.
ALTON KIND
You may sit.
Beth obliges.
ALTON KIND
Congratulations
you two. You’re re-enrolled into this
school and this program.
MIRIAM
(Elated)
Really?
BETH
Why?
ALTON KIND
I
thought that should have been obvious.
Because I believe you.
MIRIAM
You
do?
ALTON KIND
Yes.
MIRIAM
Are
you sure?
BETH
(Shut
up)
Miriam.
ALTON KIND
In
fact, you won’t be waiting until September to start work here. Go home, get some rest. I want to see you both here tomorrow morning
at nine am.
The girls are elated.
BETH
Oh professor, thank you so much!
ALTON KIND
Don’t
thank me, Beth. You’ll find that the
work we do together will wear you down. The hours will be long. The effort demanded, abundant. The reward, little. In short, this will not be easy. Especially for you.
BETH
Why
me?
ALTON KIND
Because
child…you’re going back in. And starting
tomorrow, the three of us will be working tirelessly, exclusively, on finding
the key to getting you there and back at will.
BETH
Who’s
will?
Professor Kind is
inscrutable, like a an Inca statue.
ALTON KIND
Good night ladies. I’ll see you tomorrow.
EXT. THE WITHERED WOOD
– NIGHT
Spero walks through a
dark, wilted forest on the verge of full decay.
Branches droop. Trees are
bare. Gray, brown and black surround the
former angel, his own silver armor dimmed as though taking on the lackluster
nature of the place.
Spero rounds a bend,
coming onto a road that’s lined on either side by grey, dying trees with
branches that hang low.
DEATH’S GAUNTLET awaits
– and in a moment of total silence and stillness, the former angel stands at
its head, surveying what lies before him.
Hesitantly he makes his
way forward – one step a time.
Motion catches his
eye. He looks over to one of the
trees. Its branches sway gently. Back and forth.
SPERO
The
lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
Spero walks on.
SPERO
He
maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
A RUSTLING echoes. Spero tries to find it with his eyes, but
does not stray from the path. On he
goes.
SPERO
He
leadeth me beside the still waters. He
restoreth my soul.
The withered wood
disagrees. A tangle of withered branches
EXPLODES from their former, lazy sway, STRIKING OUT at Spero.
His arms and legs are
wrapped in grey branches before he has a chance to react. He’s stopped in his tracks, and the branches
KEEP COMING.
Spero struggles,
testing with his arms how much movement he’s capable of. How much resistance he’s facing.
SPERO
He
leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name’s sake.
Spero PULLS HARD with
his arms. It works. The branches SNAP from the trees they were
attached to.
EXT. GOLGOTHA HILL –
DAY [FLASHBACK]
A bare-backed Jesus
kneels in the sand before an open hole in the ground. Next to him lies the wooden cross that he
will come to rest on.
Jesus gets STRUCK WITH
A WHIP, but the sound accompanying the strike is not one of a whip hitting
flesh. Instead, every time the whip
strikes Jesus, we hear the sound of a brittle branch snap.
EXT. THE WITHERED WOOD
– NIGHT [END OF FLASHBACK]
Spero is visibly
stunned by the memory as the remains of the branches he’s snapped fall from his
arms and legs.
He shakes it off, and
keeps moving forward. He comes out of
the tunnel of trees, marked by the black husk of a fallen tree. Even on its side, the dead trunk is so wide
that it’s almost as tall as he is.
Spero makes his way
around it into a dead field covered in thorn bushes.
SPERO
Yea,
though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil:
for Thou art with me.
A FLYING THORN STRIKES
Spero across his cheek, drawing blood.
SPERO
AH!
Spero looks for where
the thorn came from, but the bushes before him stay perfectly still – like the
kid in the class who won’t fess up to blowing that first spitball.
SPERO
Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me.
The only warning he
gets is an audible groan, and then the air before him is suddenly FILLED WITH
THORNS.
He has enough time
COVER HIS FACE with his arms. The thorns
are mostly deflected off of his armor, THUDDING SOFTLY against it.
Spero brings his arms
down, and his face is all bloodied and cut.
Some got through.
Another GROAN SOUNDS.
Spero turns around and
runs back, LEAPING over the dead tree trunk and ducking behind it for cover.
After a million little
THUDS sound, Spero hears that now familiar GROAN.
Then he has an
idea. He stays low, turns around, and
starts PUSHING THE DEAD TREE TRUNK FORWARD.
SPERO
Thou
preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: Thou annointest my
head with oil; my cup runneth over.
He hears the CRACKING
AND CRUMBLING of the first thorn bush being crushed under the rolling tree
trunk.
EXT. GOLGOTHA HILL –
DAY [FLASHBACK]
A bloodied Christ is
breathing through his newly received lashes.
He’s not kneeling, so much as resting on his legs – taking his last
respite before the end.
The red cape of a Roman
centurion enters the frame, blocking our view from the suffering man.
Jesus can’t even look
up at this man, and he doesn’t need to.
We see a crown made of
thorns come down onto Jesus’s head. It’s
placed gently at first. Then, it’s
PUSHED HARD. Not just once, but many
times to get it firmly on.
With each push, we hear
the CRACKING AND CRUMBLING OF A THORN BUSH BEING CRUSHED. And we see the thorns dig deeper and deeper
into Jesus’s head, drawing more and more blood.
EXT. THE WITHERED WOOD
– NIGHT [END OF FLASHBACK]
Spero stops pushing,
breathing heavy in the aftermath of his effort.
His eyes are watery as he looks back at the flattened field of thorn
bushes that will no longer pose a threat to anyone.
He stands quickly.
SPERO
(A plea)
Surely
goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life.
But behind Spero, we
see the land respond one more time, with a blurry grey mass rising high up.
Spero turns.
The former angel is
dwarfed by an unmistakable fiend. But it
isn’t humanoid, like the last fiend he fought.
This is a TREE FIEND. It’s trunk
is slimmer than the one he just pushed, and its just as bare as the other trees
he’s seen in this wood, but it has a face that conveys its intent.
It bends forward, using
its branches to swat Spero away like a fly.
The former angel FLIES
BACK, landing atop the thorny corpses he just left in his wake.
Spero collects himself,
getting to his knees and surveying his foe.
The tree fiend’s top
half flails this way and that, as if taunting the angel to come at him
bro.
But Spero notices the
bottom half stays in place.
Stationary. Because it’s a trunk.
Spero looks over to the
dead trunk on its side that he just used for cover. He gets an idea.
The former angel sprints
forward, dodging and weaving through the tree fiend’s branches that come for
him.
Finally, he gets his
arms around the trunk of the tree fiend.
SPERO
…and
I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.
Spero PULLS UP.
The tree fiend SCREAMS as
only a tree can.
And then, its roots
begin to come up. And the first one is
RIPPED from the earth beneath it.
Another root goes. Then another.
The tree WAILS.
Then, finally, the last
root is TORN from the earth beneath.
EXT. GOLGOTHA HILL – DAY
[FLASHBACK]
Christ is on the cross
now, though so weak from the torture that he looks dead already.
He’s at the apex of the
rise, with the base of the cross ready to fall into the hole that was made for
it.
A Centurion gives a
signal.
A slave gets behind the
cross and nudges the base into the hole.
It FALLS IN HARD.
JESUS
AH!
The revived Jesus’s
head shoots up, and he looks down at himself; broken and set on high for all
the world to see.
Then it falls back
down. Defeated.
JESUS
(Under his Breath)
Father? Father?
Can you hear me? He told me you
could.
EXT. THE WITHERED WOOD
– NIGHT [END OF FLASHBACK]
The corpse of the tree
fiend lies on its side, with Spero resting on his legs beside it.
The former angel
breathes heavy, and tears fill his eyes.
He stares off at nothing.
SPERO
Where were you?
Finally, Spero returns
to the moment. He looks all around him
at the Withered Wood. He looks up to the
heavens, down at the earth.
SPERO
Where were you?!
Spero stands. He turns in a complete circle looking.
SPERO
WHERE ARE YOU?!
But there’s nothing new
to be seen. The landscape is the same as
it was from the start – all manner of dead and nearly dead things.
Until Spero spots a
particularly dark patch, where the moon doesn’t seem to shine. He focuses in on it.
And from it, a blue
light suddenly shines.
Spero walks beyond the
tree fiend he’s just killed to get a better look. But he doesn’t. It has shown all there is to see from where
he stands.
So he goes on – toward
the light.
EXT. THE STEPS OUTSIDE
ST. PAUL’S CATHEDRAL – NIGHT
Beth and Miriam walk
through the small gate that leads to the stairs. As Beth steps onto the bottom stair, Miriam
grabs her.
MIRIAM
Hey. Are we doing the right thing here?
BETH
What
are you talking about? We don’t have a
choice.
MIRIAM
I
know, I know, but…this is insane.
BETH
I
know.
MIRIAM
I
mean, the guy believed you. I don’t even
believe you. No offense.
BETH
It’s
fine. I don’t believe me either, and I
was there.
MIRIAM
So
what are we doing, then? Why are we
playing along? This could be a wake-up
call. Do we really want to spend the
rest of our summer, the next four years, working for a guy who’s probably out
of his mind?
BETH
I
don’t know if I can believe what I saw, but the fact that someone else, someone
who didn’t see it, believes me when I tell them, I don’t know Miriam, that’s
something I’ve never known before. I’ve
spent my entire life in church being told that it’s somewhere in me, deep
down. And I’ve spent years looking for
it. Do you know how frustrating it is to
see others tap into it so easily? For
people like my mom, my dad…they have it in spades. They don’t need to search. It’s effortless for them. Now, someone I respect, whose every word I’ve
read a hundred times over, believes the same way in me. And more than that, he’s promising to show me
what my parents never could.
MIRIAM
What’s
that?
BETH
He’s
gonna show me why he believes in what I saw with my own eyes, and still can’t
manage to accept.
MIRIAM
Beth,
your parents belief in Christianity is not the same thing as…whatever this
is. You’re not Alton Kind’s God.
BETH
God
is a mystery. Right? And what I saw? How I saw it?
Why? Those are mysteries
too.
MIRIAM
He’s
not going to turn you into a believer, Beth.
Your parents couldn’t.
BETH
I
don’t want to be a believer Miriam.
Obviously. But I want to at least
know why that is.
Beth turns from Miriam
and walks up the stairs.
MIRIAM
God damn it.
Miriam turns and
follows Beth.
INT. THE CATACOMBS –
CONTINUOUS
Beth enters and
approaches the table. Professor Kind is
already there, at the other end of the table, reviewing some papers.
Beth pulls out a chair
and takes a seat.
The two sit in silence
for a moment, Alton Kind still working without acknowledging Beth whatsoever.
After a moment, very
slight echoes of footfalls can be heard.
Beth smiles.
Miriam finally walks
into the room. She walks straight to the
table and sits next to Beth.
ALTON KIND
Welcome
ladies. In the future, do make an effort
to be on time.
MIRIAM
You
never gave us a time to be here.
ALTON KIND
Let’s
get started, shall we?
Alton puts the papers
down, folds his hands, and looks straight at Beth.
ALTON KIND
I
assume you’d like to know where you went last night?
Beth nods.
ALTON KIND
Eden.
BETH
As in, Adam and Eve?
ALTON KIND
The
biblical paradise in which the first man and first woman were made. Yes.
BETH
It’s
real?
ALTON KIND
It’s
real.
BETH
So…does
that mean that I saw…in the tomb…I actually saw…
ALTON KIND
No. You did not see the human prophet Jesus
Christ on Eden. In fact, let’s get this
out of the way right now. I am not
interested in confirming or denying your personal messiahs. Christ, if he lived, was likely no more than
a charismatic preacher who’s death was greatly mythologized by his own band of
followers. Nothing in all my years of
research posits that there was anything even remotely supernatural about
him. But he is not the focus of my
research.
MIRIAM
But
Eden is?
ALTON KIND
That’s
right. Years ago, on an archeological
dig, I met a very old woman who told me an incredible story. When she was a child, she heard the tale of a
preacher who had risen from the dead. He
claimed to be the son of God, and he would come back in her lifetime to end the
world, and bring his believers home.
MIRIAM
What’s
so incredible about that? Seems pretty
standard.
ALTON KIND
What’s
incredible is that this young woman was claiming to have heard of this young
preacher only ten years after his crucifixion.
BETH
She
believed she was alive in the first century?
ALTON KIND
That’s
right.
MIRIAM
So
she was crazy.
ALTON KIND
That’s
what I thought too. And then she showed
me this.
He pulls out a smooth,
round metal disk that takes up his entire palm.
His reflection can be perfectly made out in the face of it.
ALTON KIND
She
said one of the disciples spreading that early message carried it around with
him when he preached. Wore it around his
neck, and claimed it came from the foot of the cross where Jesus was crucified. The girl, being a child, was drawn to the
shiny thing. She asked to hold it, and
the prophet obliged. She disappeared
instantly. She said she went to Eden,
where she lived several lifetimes in the fabled garden in a community of
angels. There, she partook of the fruit
of the tree of life, which allowed her to live long enough to meet me.
MIRIAM
But
you met her as an old woman you said.
How is that possible if she was eating something that was supposed to
make her immortal?
ALTON KIND
An
excellent observation. The fruit,
apparently, grants immortality…even more than that, keeps one healthy, but does
not stop the aging process. At least,
not in mortal kind. But it did not
matter. Even as an old woman there, the
fruit kept her body working. She could
walk, run, think…all as quickly at seventy as she could at twenty.
BETH
Then
why did she leave?
ALTON KIND
She
didn’t. This…
Alton puts the metal
disk onto the table.
ALTON KIND
…her
key to immortality that she had kept on her person since the first day she
arrived, stopped working.
BETH
She
didn’t let go of it or, or drop it?
ALTON KIND
According
to your story, you dropped my artifact and returned to our world. But it did not. No, Beth.
She wore this as a necklace her entire life. She was savvy enough to understand that it,
somehow, was responsible for bringing her to Eden and keeping her there. But one day, it stopped keeping her there.
MIRIAM
When
did you find her?
ALTON KIND
We
were digging in her ancestral home. I
was the first person she saw. I saw her
appear out of thin air. Do you
understand? The dialect she spoke was so
ancient, I had to piece her story together through a translator, pictures,
pointing…anything that worked. And
quickly too.
BETH
Why?
ALTON KIND
The
fruit is what kept her alive. Without
it…I saw her regress from an astute, observant human being to a pile of sludge
in the matter of a day.
MIRIAM
I
don’t understand, so if that thing is supposed to take you to Eden, why are you
still here? Why didn’t that disciple go?
ALTON KIND
I
don’t know. She couldn’t explain it to
me either. Nor could she explain why it
just stopped working.
BETH
That’s
why I’m here.
ALTON KIND
Exactly
right.
Alton gets up from his
seat and walks around the table to the girls.
Beth and Miriam stand.
ALTON KIND
You
are the only other person I’ve known to handle my artifacts and be
transported. I’ve waited for this day
for thirty years.
MIRIAM
That’s
crazy.
Alton and Beth both
look at her.
MIRIAM
I’m sorry, but it is.
ALTON KIND
Maybe so.
Probably. Right Beth?
Beth is at a loss. What?
BETH
Yeah. Probably.
But I know I went somewhere. And,
if it’s alright sir, I’d like to try going back.
ALTON KIND
Good.
Alton raises his hand
with the metal disk in his open palm.
Beth takes it in. She smiles.
Then she GRABS it.
There’s a flash, and
then…
EXT. THE WITHERED WOOD
– NIGHT – CONTINUOUS
Beth finds herself in
the middle of the decrepit wood. She
looks around at all the dead, and nearly dead, plants.
BETH
Hello?
No response.
Then, a blue light
shines behind her. She turns around.
Off in the distance,
she makes out that it’s coming from an opening in rock, and in front of that
opening she spots a very familiar figure.
BETH
Hey!
She waves and flails,
but Spero doesn’t take notice. Instead,
he heads into the light.
Beth looks down at the
metal disk in her hand, then holds it to her chest and moves toward the light.
From a out of a group
of dead trees behind her, we see the darkened shape of something watching her
as she goes. We see the thing melt into the
ground, literally becoming shadow, and following after her slowly.
INT. THE LIGHTED CAVE
Spero walks into the
cave that is bathed in a soft, blue light.
It’s not blinding or abrasive, though he enters in awe.
We’re ON HIM as he
takes in this place. The cave itself
looks not that much different than the tomb he awoke in. In fact, it looks exactly the same, except
that there is no stone alter in the middle and it’s awash in blue.
Spero steps forward and
gets to his knees.
We move around him to
take in what he sees – a BURNING TREE, alight in blue flame but not consumed by
it. It’s small and slender – more a
sapling than a tree, and it shows only a few leaves, like a young tree in the
dead of winter. It’s set atop a series
of small, stone steps.
BURNING TREE
Welcome child.
SPERO
Father?
BURNING TREE
No, Spero.
I am not your maker.
SPERO
Then what are you?
BURNING TREE
Knowledge.
SPERO
Of what?
BURNING TREE
Everything.
SPERO
And
you can share this knowledge with me?
BURNING TREE
I
can share some.
SPERO
Can
you tell me of the Almighty? Our creator?
BURNING TREE
No.
SPERO
Why?
BURNING TREE
I
can only tell you what is yours to know.
SPERO
Is
it not for me to know of the father that bore me? The king that sires me? The god that demands all of me?
There is only silence
in answer. The blue flame calmly goes
on, both burning and not burning.
SPERO
So be it.
BURNING TREE
You are faithless.
SPERO
Impossible. I am an archangel of the Lord on high. Elder brother to mortal kind and one of their
fiercest guardians against the dark fiends that would ensnare them. That is my commandment…my calling. And there is nothing I believe in more.
BURNING TREE
All
true. Yet still, you are faithless.
SPERO
How
can that be?
BURNING TREE
I
can show you. Show you the pain from
which you have been spared by living in the light of the golden tree. Yet the knowledge will not cure your
malcontent.
SPERO
But
it will make me whole. Ever since waking
here I have felt…incomplete.
Fractured. They told me something
broke me, and that pain was taken away so that I could know bliss again. But bliss is not enough. I need to know what I lost, even if knowing
destroys me.
BURNING TREE
You
have already been on that journey, young Spero.
Ever seeking. That is what brought
you across the lagoon to me. For once
you crossed the threshold of the abundant green to the barren lands you were in
my presence. For I am this land,
Spero. And the ghosts of your past, of
your pain, are sprinkled over all of it.
The fiends you face carry bits of you that you have lost, just as they
carry the bits of all that have lost knowledge.
For knowledge is fluid, like the river.
It flows from once place to the next, never staying quite where you
remembered it to be when you found it before.
BETH (O.S.)
AHH!
Beth’s scream shakes
the entranced Spero out of his focus.
The former angel runs
to the door of the cave to find Beth at the bottom of the rocky road that would
lead her to him, except that she is blocked by a vicious looking fiend only a
bit taller than her, but humanoid and wielding a large, blackened club.
Spero turns back to the
Burning Tree, whose blue flame is now so bright that it’s almost blinding.
BURNING TREE
If
you would reclaim your past, then you will have to fight for it. Thus I grant you the means to do so.
The Burning Tree
explodes in radiant blue. Spero covers
his eyes.
Then the light
dissipates, and when Spero looks back up, there is no burning tree to be
found.
Instead, he finds a SWORD
SET IN A PEDESTAL at the top of the small staircase where the tree had just
been.
He approaches the
staircase and holds at the bottom.
BURNING TREE (O.S.)
(Faint and ephemeral)
Remember,
you were given your bliss. But knowledge
comes at a cost. And that cost will
always be great.
BETH
AHHH!
Spero looks back to the
open doorway, and the danger that awaits him outside. There is no choice to be made.
He turns back to the
staircase, rushes up it, grips the hilt of the sword with both hands, and
PULLS.
The blade comes out
easily, and Spero marvels at bluish tint that gleams off the silver blade.
But only for a
second. He lets the blade fall, raises
his head to the cave door and starts running for it.
END OF ACT III
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