User:Markifree

[Marching drum beat begins. English soldiers march in rhythm. Faint shouting, distant galloping, and the clash of armor. A horn introduces dramatic symphonic battle music. The pace intensifies as soldiers approach the Scots. A light flute joins as the music crescendos.]

My hero

Young Scottish Soldier: So many… I didn’t come here to fight so they can own more lands, then I have to work for them.

Blonde Scottish Soldier (low voice): Nor me. [Addressing the crowd] Alright lads! I’m not dying for these bastards! Let’s go home!

[Disagreement spreads. Some soldiers turn to leave.]

Lochlan: [Galloping forward] Stop, men! Do not leave! Wait until we’ve negotiated!

[Debate continues. Some leave. Music shifts to a hopeful tone. Camera pans to William Wallace and his men approaching.]

Young Soldier (astonished): William Wallace...

Blonde Soldier (in disbelief): Can’t be... not tall enough.

Stephen: The Almighty says this must be a fashionable fight. It’s drawn the finest people.

Lochlan: Where is thy salute?

William Wallace: For presenting yourself on this battlefield, I give you thanks.

Lochlan: This is our army. To join it, you give homage.

William Wallace: I give homage to Scotland. [Shouting] And if this is your army, why does it go?

Blonde Soldier: We didn’t come here to fight for them!

Young Soldier: Home! The English are too many!

[Inspirational music begins.]

William Wallace: Sons of Scotland, I am William Wallace.

William Wallace (continuing): Yes, I’ve heard. Kills men by the hundreds. And if he were here, he’d consume the English with fireballs from his eyes and bolts of lightning