The Lost king

EXT. HILLSIDE OUTSIDE THE REBEL CAMP – DAWN

The sun crests the horizon, casting gold over the now peaceful lands. The war banners have been taken down. Rebel tents are fewer, quieter — not preparing for war, but for rebuilding.

FEMI, DAMILOLA, and AYOMIDE stand atop a hill, overlooking the land they fought to free. Their armor is lighter now — not for battle, but for travel.

AYOMIDE

(looking ahead, thoughtful)

I always wondered what peace would feel like.

Didn't expect it to feel… unfinished.

FEMI

Peace doesn't end things.

It just gives you the choice of what comes next.

Ayomide chuckles. His sword is sheathed across his back, but his gaze is turned eastward.

AYOMIDE

The sea's calling. There's something about the unknown that feels… honest.

FEMI

You'll be missed.

AYOMIDE

(smiling at them both)

Not if you come find me someday.

They clasp arms — no words needed. A brotherhood forged in fire.

DAMILOLA, standing a little apart, watches silently. Her hair is tied back. Her daggers hang at her side — sharp, but at rest.

DAMILOLA

(low, almost to herself)

I thought I'd feel empty once it was over.

FEMI

You don't?

She shakes her head.

DAMILOLA

I feel… unfinished too. Like I buried the past, but forgot to mourn it.

(beat)

I need time. Away. Not to run… just to breathe.

FEMI

(sincere, gently)

Then breathe.

The world owes you that much.

She turns to him.

For a heartbeat, the air shifts — charged, soft, unspoken.

FEMI

(quietly)

If you ever come back...

DAMILOLA

(smiling faintly)

I know where to find you.

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MONTAGE – MONTHS PASS

Ayomide s across villagers laughing with strangers.

Femi teaches children self-defense in a remote village, sharing quiet wisdom, always glancing to the horizon.

Damilola walks alone through a forest, then through a city — healing, exploring. At temples. At gravesites.

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EXT. REBEL VILLAGE – NIGHT – MONTHS LATER

A festival of lights is underway — celebrating peace, remembering the fallen.

Femi stands at the edge, smiling faintly at the joy around him… but something is missing.

Then—

Footsteps.

DAMILOLA steps into the firelight. Different. Calmer. Whole.

FEMI

(soft, stunned)

You came back.

DAMILOLA

I didn't come back for the war.

I came back for the people who made me stay alive through it.

(beat)

For family.

He doesn't say anything. Just smiles.

She moves to stand beside him. The music swells. Lanterns rise.

Their hands brush — only slightly.

But it's enough.

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NARRATION (V.O.) – MORENIKE

> They fought for freedom…

But in the quiet that followed,

They chose each other.

Not because of duty.

But because healing…

is not something you do alone.

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