Here is another original, short, complete play written by the blogger ibikunle Abraham laniyan in the Shakespearean style, titled The Knight's Quest, which tells a self-contained story with a glorious resolution.
The Knight's Quest
Dramatis Personae:
SIR PERCIVAL: A young, idealistic knight.
THE SORCERER: A wicked enchanter.
PRINCESS GUINEVERE: Held captive.
THE KING: Guinevere's father.
SCENE I. The King's Court. A plea for help.
[Enter THE KING, looking sorrowful. Enter SIR PERCIVAL.]
SIR PERCIVAL:
My liege, you bear the heavy weight of woe.
Speak true, what sorrow darkens your domain?
THE KING:
Young Percival, my daughter, Guinevere,
Is held captive in the Tower of Shadows,
By a foul sorcerer of wicked might.
He seeks to force her hand, to seize my crown.
Many brave knights have gone to rescue her,
But none return, consumed by magic's fire.
SIR PERCIVAL:
Fear not, great King! Though but a youthful knight,
My heart is strong, my sword is forged by truth.
I'll ride to face this mage and free the maid,
Or die in righteous battle for my cause!
THE KING:
You are most brave, Sir knight, but dangers lurk
In every shadow. Take my blessing, go with speed.
[Exit Sir Percival, with determination.]
SCENE II. A dark and foreboding forest path.
[Enter SIR PERCIVAL, cautiously. The air is thick with mist.]
SIR PERCIVAL:
The path is dark, the air doth chill my bones.
The sorcerer's power stains the very wood.
But courage is my shield, and faith my guide.
Onward, to rescue the fair Guinevere!
[A sudden magical blast strikes the ground near him. Enter THE SORCERER, cloaked in black.]
THE SORCERER:
Another fool doth seek a glorious death!
This path is barred to all but my dark will.
Turn back, young knight, and save thy foolish life!
SIR PERCIVAL:
I fear no magic, nor thy wicked face!
Thy reign of terror ends upon my blade!
Prepare to meet thy end, foul, evil wretch!
[Sir Percival draws his sword and charges the Sorcerer.]
SCENE III. Inside the Tower of Shadows. The fight.
[The battle moves inside the tower. Sir Percival fights the Sorcerer with swords. The Sorcerer uses magic, throwing fireballs that Percival dodges. Percival fights with speed and agility, finally getting past the spells and striking the Sorcerer down.]
THE SORCERER:
Curses! My power fails! The light doth burn!
[The Sorcerer falls dead. The darkness instantly fades, replaced by sunlight.]
SIR PERCIVAL:
The darkness lifts, the evil is undone!
[Enter PRINCESS GUINEVERE, released from her cell by the Sorcerer's death.]
PRINCESS GUINEVERE:
My hero! My deliverer! You came!
SIR PERCIVAL:
My Lady, you are free! The tyrant's dead!
We ride to court, to joy and happiness!
[Exit all, with joy and haste.]
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