Script first draft
FADE IN:
ELORA (V.O.)
They taught us that mercy was weakness...
FLASH: Young Elora helping up an elderly peasant who's fallen. A noble strikes her for "wasting time."
PRESENT: Elora signals to her bandits, positioned in the trees.
ELORA (V.O.)
Hunger was natural...
FLASH: Children watching through a gate as nobles feast, guards shoving them away.
PRESENT: Elora nocks an arrow, watching a wealthy caravan approach.
ELORA (V.O.)
That freedom belonged only to those born privileged.
FLASH: A noble tossing coins in mud, laughing as peasants scramble.
PRESENT: Her bandits emerge from shadows, faces hidden, weapons ready.
ELORA (V.O.)
(steel in her voice)
But power isn't what you take...
Elora stands on her branch, revealed in moonlight.
ELORA (V.O.)
It's in what you choose to give back.
Her bandits surround the caravan, each one sharing their spoils with hidden villagers.
ELORA (V.O.)
(almost whispered)
Tonight, I give them back their fear.
Her arrow flies.
FADE OUT.