INT. BENJAMIN’S HOUSE – BEDROOM.

NIGHT
Cartographer BENJAMIN is tucking two CHILDREN in a large bed in a cosy warm-lit
bedroom. The two children snuggle down but demand a bedtime story. Benjamin
smiles at the children and turns to rifle through an assortment of maps on a nearby
desk. Finding the appropriate one he turns back to the bed and sits on the nearby
armchair, unrolling the map.

INT. WIZARDS TOWER. DAY

A WIZARD is sitting lonely in a window seat looking out, he turns and surveys the
dusty, messy empty room before him. He sighs, clearly unsatisfied with the room
before him.
The wizard stands, his foot kicking a forgotten book on the floor. He leans down and
grabs the dusty book, looking it over with renewed interest.

Carefully he peels open the book, realising it’s a book full of poetry, he scans a few
pages before finding one he stops on, a look at the book reveals an illustration of a
flower on the page next to the poem.

The wizard’s eyes widen, staring in wonder at the poem and illustration. His hand
touches the flower on the page before hastily ripping the page from the book. The
book dropping from his other hand forgotten, he waves his hand and the ripped page
magics into an origami flower, clearly still made of paper but looking as delicate as a
real-life flower full of life.

He smiles and puts the flower into an empty vase that stands by the window seat. He
turns back looking once again at the empty room. His smile turns to a frown.

The wizard picks up the book once again from the floor and turns hastily through the
pages until he lands on one showing illustrations of the night sky and stars. This time
he tears several pages out, ripping them to shreds in his hands and throwing them
up above his head into the air.

Instead of falling to the floor, the ripped shreds shine and turn to stars hanging in the
air. The wizard looks up, wide grin on his face, the bright star light reflecting in his
eyes.

The star light quickly fades and as the wizard looks back down, the room seems
dimmer than before. The wizard huffs in frustration.

Once again picking up the book, he turns thoughtfully through the pages until he
finds what he is looking for. A page showing a magnificent beautiful dragon, the
perfect companion.

Inhaling deeply to prepare himself he hovers his hand over the book, eyes closed
and the page grows, rising up and folding. Growing bigger and bigger until a paper
dragon, the size of a large dog is hovering in the air, landing gently on the towers
wooden floor.

The dragon breathing in and out taking in its surroundings lifts its scaled head, looks
at the wizard.
The wizard stares back at the dragon, smile on his face, pleased with his creation.
The dragon opens his mouth in a bellowing roar and flames shoot out pointed
towards the ceiling. The curtains catch alight, quickly catching to other materials in
the room.

The wizard having stood frozen taking in the disaster unfolding around him, quickly
jumps back into action, flipping through the book until he lands on another page.
Dolphins.

The wizard blows on the book pages and out jumps a pair of chattering friendly
dolphins, swooping through the room, squirting water extinguishing the fire.

The dragon reacts angrily at the dolphins swooping around him and roars, spitting
fire at them but missing. The dolphins take in the dragon and they spit water at the
dragon. Both water and fire hitting each other at the same time, steam fills the
wizards view, once cleared, the paper ashes of the dolphins and the wet collapsed
paper remains of the dragon sit on the floor. No longer full of life, and completely still.

The wizard stares at the piles of ruined paper pages on the floor. His face full of
frustration and anger. The book of poetry is still clasped in one hand hanging at his
side. He drops his body into the window seat still staring at the once again empty
room before him.

With a sigh, he brings the book of poetry onto his lap gently with a sigh and looks
down. He sadly flips through the pages, unenthusiastically. Turning through the
pages he takes note of the contents, the next page he turns to shows an image of
two children holding hands with a man. Their father.

The wizard considers the image for a while, a small soft smile on his face. He looks
up into the room again.

EXT. WIZARDS TOWER. DAY

The view of the wizard’s tower is seen in a surrounding with a canopy of trees.
Suddenly a bright flash of purple light appears from within the wizard’s tower, shining
out from any window or gap the light can escape from.

INT. BENJAMIN’S HOUSE – BEDROOM. NIGHT

Looking up from the map, Benjamin looks over the two children sleeping, head
leaning against each other’s and snoring softly. He smiles and gazes at them for a
second before gently standing up and turning back towards his desk. He places the
map back in its organised pile of other rolled up maps. His hand brushes a small
origami paper dragon whilst doing so. He straightens the origami dragon and fixes it
back in its place, on top of an old dusty book of poems. Benjamin smiles down fondly
at the origami dragon.