The Forgotten Realm

INT. WITCHWORLD – GOVERNMENT HALL – LATER

Tara followed him through twisting paths until they reached a towering glass dome. Inside: an office filled with strange glowing maps, whispering scrolls, and robed officials.

She stood nervously as they questioned her:

> “Where did you find the book?”

“Did anyone teach you the spell?”

“Have you ever been here before?”

She answered everything truthfully.

She told them about the basement. The cut on her finger. The word “Senora.”

She showed them the book.

The entire room fell silent.

One officer dropped his scroll.

Another backed away in shock.

Then, one by one, they began to bow slightly — heads lowered.

Tara blinked. “What’s happening?”

The old man stepped forward and said,

> “That book… hasn’t been seen in centuries. It belonged to the Keeper of Realms — our most powerful guardian. And it only responds to her bloodline.”

> “You must come with me… the Head Witch must see this.”

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INT. WITCHWORLD PALACE – THRONE ROOM

Tara stood in awe.

Massive crystal chandeliers floated in air. The floor was made of glowing runes. At the far end, seated on a wide throne, was a tall woman in violet robes — the Head of Witchworld.

Tara stepped forward and held out the book.

The Head took one look… and her face changed completely.

She stood. Her hands trembled.

And then…

Head kneeled.

In front of Tara.

The entire hall gasped.

> “Your blood… it bears the Keeper’s mark,” the Head whispered.

“Forgive us. We had no idea. Welcome back, daughter of the Forgotten Realm.”

INT. WITCHWORLD – GRAND HALL – NIGHT

Tara stood in silence, surrounded by the glowing council chamber.

The Head of Witchworld had just knelt before her.

Everyone watched her like she was some kind of legend.

But Tara?

Tara was just a girl in jeans and a hoodie.

> Tara (softly):

“Naan inga belong panna maaten... I’m from the modern world.”

“Tech... school... phone... app... naan oru sorcerer illai.”

The Head Witch nodded gently.

> “That spell brought you here — and that same spell will take you back.”

“Senora. Say it again, and the portal will open.”

Tara’s eyes lowered. She clutched the book tightly.

> “Aana... before you leave,” the Head said, “just see the world once. Not for us. For you.”

“For who you might be.”

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MONTAGE – WITCHWORLD TOUR (TARA & THE HEAD WITCH)

🪄 They walked through magical streets glowing under floating lanterns.

🌿 Visited a living forest that whispered in forgotten languages.

🍯 Met potion brewers with laughing cauldrons and mood-changing tea.

📜 Flew over rooftops on scroll-like carpets, the cityscape unfolding beneath.

Tara smiled, her eyes full of wonder — but she still felt like a guest.

Until…

INT. WITCH TEMPLE – SECRET VAULT – NIGHT

The Head Witch guided her down a spiral path, under an ancient temple.

> “This place was sealed… the day your grandmother disappeared.”

“She was the last Keeper — protector of all worlds.”

Tara stood in front of a locked box carved in golden roots.

It shimmered faintly when she approached.

> “Only her blood can open it,” the Head whispered.

Tara placed her hand gently on the surface.

Click.

The box slowly opened, revealing—

A wand.

Elegant. Silverwood. A crystal blooming at its tip.

It pulsed gently with light — like it recognized her.

Tara didn’t move at first. Then, slowly…

She picked it up.

The moment she touched it, wind spiraled around her —

Pages flipped, torches flickered, whispers filled the room.

And then silence.

She stood tall. Calm.

> “What… is this feeling?” Tara asked, softly.

The Head Witch smiled.

> “That… is who you are.”

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