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- The year is 1799.

With a new century on the horizon, a gypsy people,

Children of the Fairmoon tribes

are devastated by war and conflict.

Invaded by a royal and corrupt government

known as The Order, the gypsy people are slaughtered

by the hundreds.

Small groups of the Fairmoon rebel against The Order

fighting back for their lands that were taken by force,

yet they remain outnumbered.

Without justice or law in a land

overrun by bloodthirsty rulers,

the gypsy people look to the new moon

approaching once every 500 years.

The Fairmoon Tribes pray that God will deliver them

from this cruel and devastating conflict

in a time when man and beast were very much alike.

Gypsy moon.

- Holding opposition to here.

We can have secondary troops come from the north

by these mountains here taking this pass.

Then dispatchers can send word

meeting the two flanks for an attack.

- Leaving the only outlet into these hills here,

high ground and shooters in position.

Seems like the most brilliant idea sir.

- Now bearing the captain's seal,

we should have the pass taken by next winter.

- Indeed, sir.

The captain, sir.

- Yes.

- Permission to speak freely.

- By all means.

- Stories about the captain

while he was taken in by savages.

Is there any truth to this?

- Yes.

I know it to be true.

- A man to be fair, no doubt.

But what chances have you in such a situation?

- My father was raised in the village

next to where the captain was born.

There's tales there of a beast, a man eating a beast,

that roams the hills at night.

The villagers that were on good terms with the chief

approached him and asked they could kill the beast.

- Go on.

- The chief gave them warning not to provoke the beast

nor to hunt near its lair.

The captain was friends with a young village daughter,

they'd overheard the discussion

and they set out one evening with spears and arrows

to find the beast.

He tried to convince her to stay back where it was safe,

but she was determined.

She would not let him leave alone into the unknown.

The next morning, only the captain returned.

He found the village completely destroyed.

- Everyone was dead.

- All were dead.

The captain's father,

his mother,

his little sister.

- Good Lord.

How old was he?

- I was eight-years-old.

- Captain.

- Sir.

- Captain we were just. - As you were.

Let's keep the notes you wrote

and do some strategic planning on our more military

and less personal level.

- Sir.

- I will be in my quarters.

I expect a briefing in 15 minutes.

That's all.

- Sir.

- Hold, hold.

- Go on, end it.

Take my life, as you have so many of my people.

- Your people.

- Children of the Fairmoon, the gypsy people, my people.

- Oh you mean the people who fill these lands

with lawless principles and rebellion against The Order.

- The gypsy people are a free people.

What is freely given, we graciously receive.

It is your kind that take a lands,

divide soils and plant the seeds of want and war.

- Stand down, sir.

Without order, my lady, all will burn.

- Like that of the fire that haunts your thoughts

and burns in your heart.

- Leave us.

Who sent you?

- No one sent me.

I'm here by my own free will.

- And by killing me

you hope to end the suffering of this war

and gain back freedom you think has been taken away.

- You have not imagined what has happened.

Surely you can see outside of these walls at the truth,

can you not?

- I see hundreds of rebel forces, gypsies mind you,

constantly building defenses against us,

stealing our supplies, burning our bridges

and simply not leaving the area in which we make clear.

- 13 dead this week, 30 more before that.

Surely there's some part of you

that sees there's no right in this.

- But I am a soldier.

I do as I'm told from my superiors.

- Who then be superior to them if they believe

and act as if they are God,

taking homes and leaving women, children

and the sick and old.

- There will always be casualties of war, my lady,

and necessary evils in battle.

Any who oppose against The Order or strike

at that which is to be made for the greater good

will suffer for resisting.

- Those who are among the innocent.

- I have yet to have a report

from any of my officers, state that women and children

were left to die.

We are not savages.

- You are taking lands by force for the greater good.

- My lady.

- Driving them out of their homes

so you can tax more lands and divide more soils.

- Anyone without the proper documentation

must leave the area.

This is by all.

- People, my people, have been here for generations

long before rules gave me so-called rights

to lands written in blood.

I was just a child the day my grandfather's home

was taken away.

One minute I'm in a field covered with baby's-breath,

the next, soldiers as far as the eye can see.

They didn't ask, they didn't speak.

They began tearing out our crops,

filling their wagons and binding our stock, two by two,

to their horses, torching cottages and homes

and they shot my father. and my grandfather

right in front of my mother and I.

We watched as the soldiers took everything

and we could do nothing.

Captain, please, I beg you,

give leave to your minutes stray from this land,

which is rightfully honest.

Leave us in peace.

- The rebels are on a move,

and they've intercepted our dispatchers.

- Okay.

So to it that she gets food and drink

and set her free.

- Sir.

- Know this, my lady, this is the only act of mercy

you shall ever see from me again.

Good evening.

- So Captain,

I hear you were nearly killed the other night.

- Oh yes.

Well the intruder was.

- Now listen, quite a sight for the sore eyes, I understand.

- She was a very beautiful woman.

However I restrained her.

And thought the message I sent with her

would do more good than that of a public statement, sir.

- Indeed.

- Sir, we have letter bearing a seal

that is to be delivered on the morrow.

It should require enough reinforcements

to sweep the entire area

and rid us of any more future problems, sir.

- Good.

I have several landowners who are very interested

in the land that we speak of.

They will build larger estates

and prosper greatly from them.

Now we have very little time and so much at stake here.

You understand?

Sir, I want you to personally

deliver this letter this evening.

- The letter to the reinforcements?

- Indeed, sir.

- We normally send our dispatchers,

governor. - Yes, yes.

But I trust that you'll get this sorted out

within two weeks.

I trust you.

And then we can put all this behind us.

- Sir.

- You're a man who gets things done promptly.

- Very much so, governor.

- Excellent.

I will send my coachman for you later this evening.

Now no one but your superior officers are to know.

Do you understand?

- Very much so.

- Until we meet again, Captain.

- Governor.

Zar.

- Though I tell you it is a gypsy myth,

there is no new moon tonight.

- You said it.

We say that the cattle and the horses of our regiment

have been acting very strangely the past several weeks.

- Well it could be a wild dog or bear nearby.

- I dare say what if,

what if some mystic powers come down from the mountains

from some hidden beast into our lands?

- That there are the hell hound of some sort

brought on by the new moon.

- Exactly. - You don't encourage him

in his outrageous allegations.

You both are past being indecent with your ludicrous tales.

- Though madam, I do tell you,

that the moon's reflection off of any body of water

does create a barrier which no evil can pass.

- I'll remember that next time you friend here

makes a pass of me.

- You're quiet this night, what troubles you?

- I have sighted in seeing the hearts of men

reading hands and the gifts you've passed down to me,

how could I have not seen this?

- What my dear?

- His eyes so familiar.

A past, divided heart.

Mother.

- You knew him?

- I did.

- Did he see you?

- No.

Yet he set me free.

- Perhaps these things happen for a reason.

Stay strong.

See to your people.

All have been left to chance.

- This is madness.

If we fight, he will all be killed.

- Yes, we are outnumbered

and many more will die.

But trust that on next night

a change will be made by the new moon's light.

For years we have been under their thumb.

For years we have seen the bloodshed and war

take away everything we hold dear.

For years we have fought and died

to defend what is rightfully ours.

So I tell you now,

we will not fight amongst ourselves.

We will not bow to The Order and its corrupt laws.

We will rise from the ashes

like that which is born of the flames and made whole again.

- Good evening sir.

- Evening sir.

- Do you know where we're going sir?

- Aye sir.

- Who else knows of our whereabouts?

- Just the governor and you and I sir.

- Very good, sir.

Keep to the road.

- Aye sir.

- No, back.

Stay away.

- What was that?

What the hell was that?

What was that?

- Journal entry,

it has been several days

since the creature of some unknown origin

attacked my carriage has left me stranded for days.

I haven't eaten and very, very little provisions.

I'm hoping to find a squadron of my company.

Until then, I'll continue the daily report, Captain.

- Hold, hold.

- Sir, how may I be of assistance?

- I've been attacked, stranded now for days.

I'm an officer of The Order

and I need your horse to complete some official business

if you may, sir.

- Official business, you say.

- You mock me, an officer of The Order?

- I just find it amusing that you an officer of The Order

out here alone in the middle of Fairmoon country

demanding my only means of transport

to attend some secret official business.

- You know who I am?

- Should I?

Perhaps you should think do I care?

- I am officer of The Order.

I'm charge over the entire three companies

of the North, peddler.

Now you unstrap that horse and handover now your belongings

and we'll forget about our conversation

we've had here today.

Your tongue along with your head will remain intact

when I return to my company's posts, sir.

- I assume you have a state house of plunder

and service that you have at beckon call, am I right?

- Did you not hear what I said, sir?

- I'm not a deaf man, I heard you clearly.

- This entire area belongs to The Order,

including your horse, sir.

- Sir, you want my horse?

- Yes.

- He is not for the taking.

- I will.

- What exactly?

Here you are without royalty,

without servants and penniless,

left in the elements and nature

and you demand from those that which you deem below you.

But look to me officer of The Order

that I am the one with horse and crop

and you merely a man starve than you get to take.

- And take our will.

- You will try.

- Now, as I said, taking off.

- You must've thought me just to be a peasant farmer

who would bow out the first sight of royalty.

But I too have seen many battlefields in my day, sir.

Now I bid you a good afternoon,

I'll be on my way.

- So as you can quite clearly see

all the properties have easy walking distance to the river

and the most magnificent view to the east, so I'd heard.

- Yes indeed.

- And you are quite certain these lands will be ready

come winter next.

- Quite certain.

I have the proper documentation being delivered as we speak.

The sooner we can get these dirty gypsy moles

out of our way, the sooner we can start enjoy

the fruits of our labor and our luxury estates.

- Oh, it will be grand.

Of course, we'll need many workers

to make ready by winter's next.

- Too bad our order could not make slaves

of our gypsy neighbors.

- Oh indeed we'd get twice the work done

and half the time, governor.

- Yes, it would.

Unfortunately for the urge to overthrow The Order

and the fact that we have taken their land

might prey on their minds.

I think at best we exterminate all and start anew.

Wouldn't you agree?

- Of course, sir.

- So shall we start the bidding?

- Madam, I do tell you

that the moon's reflection off of any body of water

does create a barrier which no evil can pass, pass, pass.

- Ma'am, please.

- You have no business here.

Best keep moving.

- Ma'am, please, I haven't eaten in days.

My carriage went down four days ago

and I've lost my way.

- You're about three days ride from any town.

I suggest you.

Inside now.

If you try anything else, shoot you, do you understand?

- Yes, madam.

- What was that out there?

Something following you?

- I don't know.

The beast attacked my carriage four days ago.

- Beast.

You mean the wolf?

What kind of dog attacks carriage?

- Rabid kind perhaps.

I'm not sure madam.

- Well, you can stay the night.

But come first light, you must be on your way.

- Madam, I'm grateful, thank you.

- What's your name?

- People call me Captain.

- Are you a soldier?

Are you one of the bad soldiers?

- Bad?

- My papa house was burned

and my daddy was killed last fall.

- Sorry for your loss.

What was your father's name?

- We don't speak about the dead here.

- I'm sorry about that, my apologies.

- Her name is Isabel.

- Isabel, that's a nice name.

Did you name her?

- Yes, she is my friend.

- You have many friends?

- No.

- Oh, I see.

- Go wash your hands.

- Okay.

- Okay, supper's ready.

- Okay.

- Okay.

- We don't have much,

but you're welcome to a hot meal.

- Thank you madam, I'm deeply grateful.

- Wait.

Come.

- I want my mom.

Take me to my mommy, Captain.

- Child, keep your voice down.

- I want my mommy.

- Child, listen,

you have to keep your voice down.

- I want my mommy.

- We have to keep moving.

Do you understand?

- I want my mommy.

Take me to my mommy, Captain.

- Child, listen,

you're being brave little to girl, you know that?

I've very rarely seen this kind of bravery

even on the battlefield.

Child,

listen to me, there are moments like these

they make us brave, keep us strong.

Give us a reason for living and a reason for breathing.

Do you understand?

- Yes, Captain.

- I need you to be brave for me.

- Okay.

- Like a good soldier, a good one.

- Yes, Captain.

- Okay, come on.

Come on.

Let's go.

Come on child.

Go fetch us some firewood, will you?

Child, I need you to be brave for me, okay.

Just close your ears no matter what you hear, ignore.

It's okay child, it's over, it's over.

I'll be down by the water.

Stay here.

- Captain, do you have kids?

- No.

- Do you have a wife?

- I've never married.

- How long were you a soldier?

- You ask a lot of questions.

- Sorry.

- That's all right.

My father was militia.

I learned about war at a very young age.

Too young perhaps

- He was a soldier as well.

- He was.

He was more of a like a sport than the cause.

- My father was like that.

- I'm sorry too for your loss, little one.

- Thank you.

I still remember his voice.

He used to tell me beast and butterflies

would be more alike if beasts

could feel the butterflies' happiness inside.

He too without wings can take to flight.

- Take the flight?

- Yes.

I can't help but seeing an ox trying to fly about moaning.

- Take to flight.

Child.

What about to go to go

- Take their hearts.

- Tie him up.

- What about the girl?

- Little girl.

- Stop.

- Little girl.

Come get warm.

Get to the river, find a course and possibly a road.

It is gonna be a cold night.

Let's gather some more firewood.

- Captain, have you lost people you care about

before in the war?

- I've lost many men,

but none that I've had the privilege

of the actually knowing unfortunately.

- Why is there war?

- War.

- War is like a wound that no path can heal.

It's brought on by wants, and desires and even disputes.

The men who claim to have the solution

often become the same men who become part of the problem.

Resulting in something that never heals.

But only gets worse.

Do you understand?

- Not really.

- That wound will be only for a patch.

- Okay, I understand.

- A world with so many plights.

- Is it back?

- Captain, I'm scared.

- It's all right, child, get up.

- Captain.

Captain.

That's it.

Come on, you can do it.

Come on.

- No.

For what?

Let me go.

Why do you wait?

- Why do you torture me, so.

Little girl.

Come on.

What are you waiting for?

- Journal entry,

I am unable and unaware of the days or the weeks

that has passed.

I don't know what is hunting me

but I'm unable to eat or sleep

and I'm unable to die.

All's been lost.

I no longer serve a purpose.

For either myself, The Order or anything.

- Please.

- Captain please, I beg you, I beg you.

- Please,

please.

The beast you govern tortures my every waking moment.

Everything, everything in front of me perishes.

I'm starving to death and I haven't died.

He won't let me.

Please, please.

- The results of war

can be a reflection of our worst nightmares,

our deepest regrets.

Once the veil is removed from our soulless intrusions.

- Unfortunately, the urge to overthrow The Order

and the fact that we have taken their land

might prey on their minds.

- A most terrifying

and tragic motivations born from our darkest places

of immortal greed and despair,

the shadows of what we have done, signed in blood.

A different gauge of understanding

once we become witness to our own actions.

- Not putting up much of a fight are they?

A frightened mother.

The envied rich spirit

of a poor wanderer,

the broken heart of a widow and her revenge.

The grieving coachman.

Our innocence torn away.

- Captain.

- You can now see.

- Forgive me.

- The symbol of war has many faces,

some that create monsters within us.

Others become the defense that fights against.

The question I pose to you is.

- Captain?

- What if?