Prologue


*A gold music box plays a soothing melody. The music box shows a tiny ballet dancer along with a picture of a swan on the back. As the song ended, the box slowly closed and is put into a wallet by an old rust red male cat dressed in a Medieval costume. A butler opens the door to a limousine the cat climbs inside*

Butler: Your Highness . . .

*Once the cat was inside, the limo drives down the street*


Lawrence:*off-screen* There was a time, not very long ago, when we lived in an enchanted world of elegant palaces and grand parties.


The limo pulls up to a castle. Lawrence goes inside and Mobians bow to him as he makes his way through the halls*


Lawrence:*off-screen* The year was 200X, and my son-in-law Robert, was the King of Imperial Westside Island.


*In the ballroom, guests in Medieval costumes waltz to the music. Robert (a blond and blue eyed male cat wearing a white royal jacket with gold trim and black boots) was dancing with an his 8 year old daughter (a orange and blue eyed female cat wearing a teal dress with gold patterns)*

Lawrence:*sits on one of the thrones* Hello darling!

*Abigail made a silly face at him and Robert laughed as he picked her up and spun her around*

Abigail: Oh Papa!

*Laura (a orange green eyed female cat wearing a teal dress with gold patterns) smiles at them as she dances with her youngest and only son, Toby*


Lawrence:*off-screen* We were celebrating the 300th anniversary of our family's rule. . .


*After she finished dancing, Abigail ran past her three older sisters (all wearing the same dress she was) and up to her Grandfather and gave him her drawing*


Lawrence:*off-screen* . . . and that night, no star burned brighter than that of our sweet Abigail, my youngest Granddaughter.


*Behind them, a 10 year old black, red striped, tan skinned hedgehog servant boy entered the room, eating an apple*


Lawrence:*off-screen* She begged me not to return to Paris, so I had a very special gift made for her to make the separation easier for both of us.


*Lawrence hands her the music box*

Abigail:*gasps* For me? It is a jewelry box?

*A pink pig butler caught the boy spying and dragged him away

Hamlin: Shadow, you belong in the kitchen!

Shadow:*dropping his apple* Let go!

The Emperor shows his Granddaughter another surprise*

Lawrence: Look.

*He takes a small gold flower and, using it as a key, winds the box with it. The ballerina comes out and the music plays*

Abigail:*gasps* It plays our lullaby!

Lawrence: You can play it at night before you go to sleep and pretend that it's me singing.

*As the music plays, they both sing along*

*Lawrence singing*

On the wind

Cross the sea

Hear this song and remember

*Abigail & Lawrence singing*

Soon you'll be

Home with me

Once upon a December

*Lawrence hands Abigail the key*

Lawrence: Read what it says.

Abigail: *Together in Paris" *gasps* Really?! Oh, Grandfather!

*They both smile and hug each other. Suddenly, a scream from the guests drew their attention and the room falls into darkness and silence. The crowd of mobians part as a dark hooded figure walks toward the thrones. A white mobini bat swoops down, landing on the figure's shoulder. The crowd backs away in fear, the figure crushing a champagne glass underfoot*


Lawrence:*off-screen* But we would never be together in Paris. For a dark shadow had descended upon the house of the Romanoves. His name was Finitevus. We thought he was a holy man. But he was a fraud, power-mad and dangerous.


*Finitevus reaches the thrones and the King approaches in alone*

Robert: How dare you return to the Palace.

*Finitevus removes his hood (he looks like an echidna, except he was albino, his eyes were yellow with black sclera, and his teeth were like a sharke)*

Finitevus: But I am your confidant.

Robert: Confidant, HA, you are a traitor. GET OUT!

Finitevus: You think you can banish the great Finitevus? By the unholy powers vested in me. I banish you with a curse! *Lawrence, Laura, and the children gasp in fright. even Shadow, who snuck back into the ballroom* Mark my words. You and your family will die within the fortnight. I will not rest until I see the end of the Romanove line FOREVER!

*He raises his reliquary, sending a bolt of lighting to the chandelier, which sends it crashing to the floor. When the light returns, Finitevus is gone*


*Later, Finitevus kneels in sorcerer's circle to a one eyed giant two horned black figure, who appears before him in a colume of fire (Black Doom)*


Lawrence:*off-screen* Consumed by his hatred for Robert and his family, Finitevus sold his soul for the power to destroy them.


*With his soul sucked out of his body, Finitevus becomes a skeleton. Then his reliquary came floating towards him. He grabs it and his true form returns*

Finitevus:*to the reliquary* Go. *green smoke comes out of the reliquary and takes the shape of little demons* Fulfill your dark purpose . . . seal the fate of the King and his family . . . once and for all.


*Months later, on a snowy night, the locked gates of the palace were crowded by a hord of rampaging trolls. The demons attack the lock on the gate, melting it, and letting the trolls storm the palace*


Lawrence:*off-screen* From that moment on, the spark of unhappiness in our country was fanned into a flame that would soon destroy our lives forever.


*Blasts of magic were thrown through the palace windows as the statue of King Robert was pulled down. Inside the palace, the entire Romanove family, all dressed in nightclothes, ran down a hallway as chaos erupted outside*

Toby: Help! Help!

Robert: Hurry children!

Abigail:*stops in her tracks* My music box!

*She ran back down the hallway*

Lawrence: Abigail! Come back! Come back!

*Abigail ran back to her bedroom and just as Lawrence was right behind her*

Lawrence: Abigail! *as he entered the room an explosion was heard outside. Shadow came in through a wall panel. the same white bat from earlier landed on the windowsill, looking inside* Please hurry!

*Shadow approaches them and pulls the towards the wall panel*

Shadow: Come this way, out the servants quarters!

*Lawrence and Abigail entered the wall panel. By accident, Shadow knocks the music box out of Abigail's hand as he pushes her in*

Lawrence: Hurry, Abigail!

Bartok: Finitevus, she's getting away!

Abigail: My music box!

Shadow: Go! Go!

*Shadow closes the wall panel as two angry trolls barge into the room*

Ixis Naugus: Brother, in here!

*He approaches Shadow:

Ixis Naugus: Where are they boy?!

*Shadow dosen't say anything, so the troll knocks him him to the floor with his fist. Shadow is knocked unconscious and lies on the floor next to Abigail's music box*


*Outside, Lawrence and Abigail were running across the ice under a bridge*

Abigail: Grandfather!

Lawrence: Keep up with me darling!

*Suddenly, Finitevus leaps down on them from the bridge and grabbes Abigail by the ankle*

Lawrence: Finitevus!

Abigail: Let me go, please!

Finitevus: You'll never escape me child. Never!

*Suddenly, the ice starts to crack under him and he begins to fall into the frigid water. Abigail kicks his grip off*

Abigail: Let me go!

*For a quick moment, their eyes met*

Finitevus: BARTOK!

Bartok: MASTER!

*As Lawrence and Abigail escape, Finitevus is slowly dragged under*


*In town, It's chaos as mobians shove to get on the train out of town. Lawrence and Abigail race to get on, pushing their way through the crowd*

Lawrence: Abigail, hurry! Hurry!

*Passengers pull Lawrence on board the train*

Abigail: Grandfather!

Lawrence: Here, take my hand! Hold onto my hand!

*She reaches out and clutches Lawrence's hand tightly*

Abigail: Don't let go!

*Suddenly, she slips and her small hand slips out of Lawrence's grasp*

Lawrence: Ah . . . Abigail!

*She falls and hits her head on the ground*

Lawrence: ABIGAIL!

*He tries to jump off, but the other passengers hold him back. He can only watch as his Granddaughter disappears in a sea of Mobians*


*The Romanove family portrait is now seen*

Lawrence:*off-screen* So many lives were destroyed that night. What had once been was now gone forever. And my Abigail, my beloved Grandchild . . . I never saw her again.