Fade in:
We see a worn wooden floor.
The camera pans up slowly to reveal the darkened insides of a cabin, a snowy mountain range can be seen in silhouette outside the window.
ELIJAH, a man who values his privacy and seclusion, sits in front of a small, wood fireplace. MAX, a white, fluffy, dog sits at this feet.
The fire crackles in the background.
ELIJHA
(to his canine companion)
‘What a day, I can’t believe we made it back before that blizzard, hey Maxy?’
MAX
(lifts his head slightly off the ground to stare at ELIJAH)
ELIJHA continues his reverie, staring off into the direction of the fire.
Cut to the window, we see a beam of light wash over the mountains.
MAX
(jumps up and starts pacing between ELIJAH and the window)
‘*MAX whines*
ELIJAH
(stands up and walks towards the window, his hand comes up to shield his eyes from the harsh light)
‘what fresh hell…..’
Before he’s able to say anything else, the entire cabin shakes violently, throwing MAX and ELIJAH to the floor.
Once the shaking stops, the pair cautiously stand.
ELIJAH
(heads towards the door, throwing on his boots and coat)
‘You stay here Max, we have no idea what we’re dealing with here.’
(he opens the door and steps out)
OUTSIDE THE CABIN
The silence is eerie in contrast to moments ago.
ELIJAH
(looks out over the icy tundra and sees a large, metal object, that looks like a military plane from a foreign country)
He walks in the direction of the object. The door slowly begins to open as he does.
ELIJAH has no idea what to expect.
The door is fully open, in the doorway we see a commandingly tall, wispy silhouette.
ELIJAH
(stops short at the bottom of the doorway)
‘Hello, I’m Elijah, this is my home. Who are you and what do you want?
The figure steps forward, we have a better view of them now. There is no visible gender cues, the figure is unnaturally tall, and waif-like, their skin is pale and seems to glow under the heavy lights. A helmet covers their face.
A7-GLA
(they lift the visor of their helmet, revealing three steely black eyes)
ELIJAH’s eyes grow wide.
Suddenly ELIJAH hears a voice. But it’s in his head. A distinct voice cuts through his thoughts.
A7-GLA
(speaks telepathically)
‘I am A7-GLA, I come from the Sofíthárros galaxy. We are here to warn you of a danger so vile and potentially catastrophic. It’s effects extend beyond your world, beyond your galaxy even. You must help us.
ELIJAH
‘Me?!
(a look of incredulity setting in)
‘I’m the last person whose help you want…’
A7-GLA
(speaking telepathically)
‘It is foretold in our most ancient literature that you will be the one to help us. Without you, the universe will face immense loss. Unimaginable loss. Come with me, I must tell you more’
ELIJAH walks up the stairs. The door shuts behind him.
End scene.
pretty words for wicked girls 
I like that, A little cliche, but good.
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I was trying to avoid the clichés as much as possible, but it’s a hard genre to be original in! Definitely going to think on it more and try to flesh it out better though, it’s a fun mental exercise!
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