Opening Scene: “Before the Light Falls”

The crackling of fire echoes through the void…

Shadows dance across the ruins of a burning city.

Screams from the past… heavy footsteps over ash…

And in the center of it all, a man stands.

We don't see his face—only his back, before a great flame, a blazing sword in his hand.

This was the promise:

To protect the innocent.

To end injustice.

To bring down the throne—not to seize it, but to open a path for justice.

(A slow, cinematic pan from afar… fire devours a palace, the king's banner collapses, and he stands alone—like Ngroth burning one final time within him.)

Inside him, Ngroth whispers:

"You kept your word…"

The flames fade to black…

And our eyes open to the present.

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"One year later…"

The sun dipped behind a sloped mountain,

Its fading rays cast long shadows across the land.

The wind was cold, but it couldn't pierce the aura around the man.

His back leaned against a stone wall on the edge of an abandoned city…

His hair was long, tied back,

Strands swaying with the breeze…

A light, neatly shaped beard framed his sharp jaw.

A dark scar wrapped around his left eye—like a war-carved emblem that time refused to erase.

His eyes?

Wary, yet holding a faint flame… still burning within.

Jyn Argren, now twenty-three.

A year had passed since that night—

Since the fall of Kravin's banner.

(Jyn, in internal monologue):

"A year has passed…

A year since I fulfilled my promise to Ngroth…

But is it truly over?

Here I am, in a foreign land,

A place my feet have never touched…

And something about it frightens me—

More than war ever did."

(He slowly raises his head, gazing at the sky… then rises, walking toward the shadows.)

"Mirka…

Your sword awaits me."