VE NIKUL PRINZEN

[libertyybelle 6187]

 

     

 

 

Author’s Note:

 

It’s no surprise, really, that I’ve written this play. I’ve always had a deep fondness for the moon—its quiet beauty and its cycles that mirror so much of life itself. And as for Nikul, the legendary figure from the old pagan tales of Haense, I’ve long been captivated by his story. These myths have always held a special place in my heart, and I’m glad to finally share this small piece of that world with you. 

 

May it resonate with those who, like me, are drawn to the magic of ancient stories.
 

 

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Characters:

 

Nikul: The noble and just son of Asseran, god of the Moon, and champion of mankind.

 

Asseran: The proud and wrathful Sun God, ruler of the Celestial Realm.

 

Sindhor: The compassionate Earth Goddess, wife of Asseran, protector of nature.

 

Morrig: A water nymph, fierce and beautiful, general of Nikul’s armies.

 

Olwoki: The Clouds, messengers of the gods.

 

Man: The mortals of the realm, struggling under Asseran’s rule.

 

 

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SCENE 1:

The stage is divided in two parts: on the left, a bright and blinding light represents the Celestial Realm, with golden beams casting shadows and flares. On the right, the earthly realm of Sindhor is a lush, green, and peaceful garden, with rocks, trees, and flowers. Asseran, the mighty Sun God, stands in the center of the stage, surrounded by divine light.

 

ASSERAN  (proudly, he raises his hand to the sky):

By my rays, I rule this realm! I am the Lord of Light, the Master of the Celestial and the Creator of all things seen. The world below shall ever bend beneath my hand, for I am Asseran, the Sun that grants life!

 

(Enter Sindhor from stage right, walking with grace. She is gentle in manner and meets Asseran on stage left within the Celestial Realm)

 

SINDHOR (softly, with concern):

Asseran, my love, thou art mighty, yet thou art blind. The created on the earth, they suffer beneath thy shining gaze. They toil for thy light, yet they are mere shadows in thy wake.

 

ASSERAN  (growing angry):

Thou speak’st of mercy, Sindhor, but mercy is weak. They thrive beneath my gaze! Without me, they would wither, fall into darkness. They exist to serve, to bask in my glory! My wife, I love thy but the bigger picture doth thou not see. We are well kept, above those who do serve below.

 

SINDHOR:

Thou art a blazing sun, that is not what I do doubt, love of mine. Though thou art without pity. I, who cradle the earth in my arms, feel their pain. They are not naught but tools for thy power.

 

(The stage flashes with a bright light, Asseran now enraged he storms to grasp both arms of Sindhor. Shaking her firmly.)

 

ASSERAN:

Enough! Their plight is but their fate. I am their master. My wrath is law. And yet, thou wouldst have them rise against me? 

 

SINDHOR:

The rays thou cast do blind thy. I weep for thy and the man thy rule.

 

(Sindhor lowers her head, troubled but resolute. A sound like thunder rumbles in the background as the figure of Nikul, the Moon,  comes from stage left.)

 

NIKUL (with gentle determination):

Father, thou art powerful indeed, but I see the suffering of the people. Their hearts cry out in the darkness. Thou givest them no voice, no hope. Yet I have given them fire, language, and knowledge. In my kindness, I raise them. Do not despise them, for they have learned from me.

 

ASSERAN (with fiery rage):

What madness is this, Nikul? Thou, my own flesh and blood, dost betray me for these worms? Fire? Language? Knowledge? These be but blasphemies! They must worship me! Without me, they are naught but dust and ash! The clouds speak of thine disobedience.

 

NIKUL:

I do not seek thy destruction, father, but I will not be silenced. If I must fall to grant them life, then so be it. But mark me, I will not bow to thee in silence.

 

ASSERAN (casting his son downward):

Then fall, and know thy place!

 

(Asseran strikes Nikul down with another bright light, and Nikul falls to the earth on stage right, crashing upon Sindhor’s realm. Sindhor rushes to her son’s side, kneeling beside him.)

 

SINDHOR (with defiance, cradling Nikul):

Thou shalt not harm him further, Asseran! He is my child as well. His heart is pure, and he shall not fall to thy wrath.

 

(Sindhor raises her hand, and the light of Asseran’s rays grows dimmer for a time. The scene grows dark and each character moves off stage.)

 

 

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SCENE 2:

The scene changes to the Earth, a landscape of tree, bush and thistle. Nikul enters, speaking out toward the crowd.

 

NIKUL:

Fear not, for I am with thee. Though the wrath of my father doth seek to crush us, together we shall rise. In the fire of knowledge, we shall find our strength. And in the moonlight of hope, we shall find our way. Rest easy, knowing that the wrath of my father may shine bright but it is I that is a broken reflection. With that bright rage, I shall only shine brighter and guide thine further into salvation!

 

MORRIG (entering from stage right, her eyes full of both strength and sorrow, a water nymph garbed in flowing blue):

O Nikul, thy words are as a tide in my heart. What thou hast taught these mortals... it gives them courage, but what of thine own? Thou hast fallen, cast down by thy father. Dost thou not seek vengeance for thy fall?

 

NIKUL (looks to Morrig, moved by her words):

Morrig, thou art a general of great renown, yet thou dost not know the depths of my heart. The fire I’ve given to man has given them light—but it has also set the world ablaze. What if I fail to defeat my father? What if his wrath consumes us all?

 

MORRIG (placing her hand upon his shoulder, her voice steady):

Then we shall rise, Nikul. For love, for justice, we fight. If we fall, let it be as heroes, not as shadows that are hidden from thine father’s rays. Thine cause is just. The people shall follow thee. I shall gather army and sword, we will put an end to thy father’s tirade!

 

(Morrig unsheathes a glittering sword, holding it high above her head. She stares now at the crowd with unwavering bravery.)

 

 

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SCENE 1:

SINDHOR (offstage, speaking to the audience):

For a thousand years, the Sun and the Moon did war in the heavens. Each sought dominion over the realms, each commanding their armies of clouds or men. The sun shone brightest, the moon fell silent, but in the heart of the battle, amidst the clash of armies, a different fire was lit.

 

(Nikul enters the stage, standing tall, his face darkened by the struggle, yet his gaze resolute. At his side is Morrig.)

 

NIKUL (with a heavy heart, to Morrig):

The battle is long, my love, and the way ahead is treacherous. Yet, in thy eyes, I see the strength I lack in this endless struggle.

 

MORRIG:

Thy strength is not in might alone, Nikul, but in thy heart. Thou dost show the gods what it means to fight for the right of the weak. We shall not fall. Not while we have the love of the earth, the moon, and each other.

 

(Morrig exits stage. The stage darkens, and a new setting is revealed— A large, ominous throne sits at the center, and Asseran and Nikul are now face-to-face, alone, ready for their final confrontation.)

NIKUL (with defiance, facing his father):

It has come to this, father. Thou hast ruled the light too long. I do not seek power for power’s sake, but for the sake of those whom thou hast forsaken. The mortals, they are not mere tools for thy pride.

 

ASSERAN (booming, his voice full of thunder):

Do not mistake my mercy for weakness, son. I am the Sun, and thou art but the shadow beneath me. I will show thee the true power of the sun!

 

(They engage in a fierce battle, swords clashing against each other As they continue their combat, Nikul is struck down by his father’s mighty blow. Yet, even in this defeated state, Nikul rises, defiant.)

 

ASSERAN (pausing, with an unexpected quietness):

Thy spirit does not break, Nikul. I have seen thy strength, thy courage. It is not weakness I see in thee, but the fire of a true god. And for that, I will spare thee.

 

(There is a tense silence as Asseran offers his hand to his fallen son. Nikul looks at his father with a mix of disdain and respect.

 

ASSERAN:

O how the brave are pitied, and the unpitied ones are the cowards. What are you, Nikul, if not of similarity to thy maker? Take my hand, and live, for in thy fire I see what I have lost.

(Nikul hesitates, then takes Asseran’s hand. Sondher enters from stage left.)

 

SONDHER:

So it is written. So it shall be. From this day forth, let the Sun and Moon share the sky, and let there be no more war between them. Let each rule his realm undisturbed. The stars shall be their children, and the void shall be their canvas.

 

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SCENE 2:

The scene shifts again, this time showing a night sky. Asseran and Nikul stand at opposite ends of the stage. Above them, the stars twinkle brightly. Morrig stands beside Nikul, her hand resting in his. Together, they gaze at the stars.

 

NIKUL:
It is over. We have claimed the night sky as our own, but there is much to be done. We must guide those who look to us for light in the darkness. The mortals shall have their place among the stars, as they always should have.

 

MORRIG:
And we shall be their guardians, Nikul. Their protectors in the dark. Together, we will light the way.

(Slowly, Nikul raises his hand to the sky, and the stars above dim. Only a solemn light is shown on Asseran)

 

ASSERAN (softly):
May the brave always be remembered. And may the moon never fade from the sky.

 

THE END.

 

[Gridlock 1033]

Lev didn't read all that but he +1'ed still.

[PeachLova 585]

Cardan thought it best to read over Lady Ruthern’s scripture before the hearth of his home, a good drink in hand. She had grown far beyond the babbling little girl he once knew, and pride now filled the aging bard as he marveled at the nuances of the regent’s work. How wonderful it would be to see the play be brought to life by the talent of true performers.