Clovis

<p>Scene 1: The Divided Franks</p><p>EXT. FRANKISH BATTLEFIELD - DAY</p><p>The year is 466 AD. A chaotic</p><p>battlefield sprawls across the</p><p>landscape. Roughly clad Frankish</p><p>warriors their faces streaked with dirt</p><p>and blood clash with crude weapons -</p><p>axes swords spears. The air is thick</p><p>with the smell of sweat blood and</p><p>smoke. A young boy around ten years</p><p>old watches from a slight rise his</p><p>eyes wide and observant. This is CLOVIS</p><p>future King of the Franks. His father</p><p>CHILDRIC King of the Salian Franks</p><p>fights amongst them his armor battered</p><p>his movements slow with age.</p><p>CLOVIS</p><p>He grips a small crudely fashioned</p><p>wooden sword.</p><p>CHILDRIC</p><p>(weary)</p><p>They will never unite my son. Never.</p><p>CLOVIS</p><p>But why Father? Why do they fight?</p><p>CHILDRIC</p><p>(gruffly)</p><p>For land. For power. For glory. Foolish things</p><p>all of them.</p><p>Childeric wipes blood from his brow his</p><p>gaze sweeping across the brutal scene.</p><p>He sighs a deep sound of despair.</p><p>CHILDRIC</p><p>One day you will learn that uniting them will</p><p>require more than a strong sword.</p><p>Clovis looks intently at his father a</p><p>flicker of ambition in his young eyes.</p><p>He tightens his grip on his wooden</p><p>sword.</p><p>CLOVIS</p><p>I will unite them Father. I will.</p><p>A particularly brutal clash erupts</p><p>nearby. Childeric is pushed back almost</p><p>falling. Clovis flinches but remains</p><p>rooted to his spot observing the chaos</p><p>with a grim determination.</p><p>CHILDRIC</p><p>(coughing)</p><p>Perhaps... perhaps you will.</p><p>FADE OUT. </p><p></p><p></p>