EXT. SMALL UNNAMED SETTLEMENT, HOUSE WITH ROOF TORN OFF, NIGHT, RAINING

Reagan slowly draws her blade and brandishes it, placing her hand on it and examining the steel. Reagan is a woman of medium build with flowing blond hair and a feminine visage, with icy blue eyes. Or well, eye, as one of her eyes is out of use due to a deep scar, covered with an eyepatch. Trefor, her brother behind her, is also blond, with a full mustache and beard. The two are adorned in black armor with red and yellow embellishments. She steps forward and speaks as she looks at the blade in a cold, crippling voice. A family of a woman, a man, and their son and daughter are on the ground of their home, cowering in fear. The man has been knocked out unconscious.

WOMAN
Please, you’re making a mistake!

BOY
I didn’t do anything, I swear it! I was just throwing around and it sparked and-

REAGAN (pointing to her eye)
I saw what I saw.

REAGAN stands before them, eyeing the family. She breathes deeply, and retains her steely composure.

REAGAN
I see the Seal of the Patrons upon your mantle. You must know our doctrines. You’re members of the Court are you not?

WOMAN
Y-yes ma’am, we attend the sermons every week so-

REAGAN
Then you know exactly why I’m doing this.

The boy starts to cry.
REAGAN
And you know that the willful harboring of one of these heretics is a truly disgusting sin.

TREFOR
Reagan, the gods have already ravaged this family enough, just look at this shanty town. Maybe something this extreme is a bit much.

REAGAN
You dare speak for the gods’ will? Make excuses for those who wield these vile powers.

The boy cowers behind the downed body of his mother. Trefor puts his hand on his sister’s shoulder.

TREFOR
Is this truly necessary, sister? What good will come of killing a boy?

Reagan looks at him incredulously, her one eye furious.

REAGAN
There is no excuse for this. The decorum of the Court is paramount to any other law of the land. The practice of magic, is considered heresy in the eyes of the Archpriest, and so it’s for me.

She turns to face him, pointing the sword at his head.

REAGAN
These mages are all the same, and they all grow up to be followers of a deviant creed who only expedite the destruction of mankind as we know it.

TREFOR
Yes, but the Sanction hasn’t even been established proper yet, we’re in no position to extrajudicially kill--

REAGAN
You ask me not to smite the wicked? To not make the world safer? You know what these accursed people can do, they all end up destructive miscreants or conniving druids, scheming their way into royalty whilst embezzling assets for themselves.

She turns back to them.

REAGAN
All I’m doing is saving the world the trouble of dealing with yet another.

TREFOR looks down and crosses his arms before sighing sadly.

TREFOR
Make it quick, for their sake.

REAGAN
Punishment takes as long as it needs.

Reagan brandishes her sword, her fingers tracing along it’s steel before stopping chanting.
REAGAN
And with this blade, under the watchful eye of our patrons and deities, the Tuatha de Danaan…

The family screams for help and scrambles to try and save their son. Reagan continues to talk while kicking and stopping the others from being able to protect the boy. The man shoots a look at Trefor and outstretches his arm, yearning.
WOMAN
Please! Please stop her!

Trefor solemnly looks at them before turn his eyes away. Reagan angrily lops off her hand. She screams in agony.

REAGAN
Do not interrupt me, you dimwitted wench.

TREFOR looks away as she prepares to strike, walking away from the house, while Reagan continues to dictate the scriptures of the cult in a nearly hypnotic trance. The screams of the two are cut short and he flinches.

EXT. OUTSIDE THE HOUSE, ABANDONED VILLAGE, DAWN

The focus of the shot focuses to a wide view of TREFOR’s grimace as the house fills with screams of the man and children. Shot of the rain and thunder dissipating. Then the cries cease.

REAGAN leaves the small hut, her hands bloodied and stained, her entire outfit splattered with blood. She calmly wipes her blade, then puts her sword away and mounts her steed.

TREFOR
Is it done?

REAGAN
I wouldn’t leave without being thorough.

She mounts her horse. Trefor goes to climb onto his.

REAGAN
If I’m correct, Morrighan should be heading near the land of Tiaquin now, provided she hadn’t stopped to rest too often. I’ve a plan. Let’s move to try and overtake her position.

She makes a stern look and turns to her brother.


REAGAN
I trust you will be more compliant this time. Our directive is clear, and I’m starting to find your faith wavering.

TREFOR
Forgive me, we can not be all as...zealous as you are.

Reagan starts to wipe blood off her blade.

REAGAN
A zeal for your beliefs is necessary in this world. And I’ll not have you follow me trailing this harbinger of doom without full commitment to the cause. Is that clear?

TREFOR looks at her in fear before averting his gaze.

TREFOR
Yes, sister.