What if we tried to create a movie script together!

I created a thread where the book itself will be located! /topic/at/146016/ A separate request to Zeratul: 1. Please provide the asset number or upload it if you don't have it. 2. Please write a preface, if possible. Added 50 minutes ago I edited the text of Dragon Malas and am posting it here for further refinement by the censor. I highlighted in bold what I added. The students entered the arena. The gate closed behind them. It was dark, but they could all clearly see many eyes; something terrible was about to happen. Torches were lit, and everyone saw the hydra, but before they could react, strong chains broke, andthe hydra rushed towards them like a boulder rolling down a mountain.None of them felt fear. They all knew what they were getting into. As it approached, one of the hydra's heads darted out, grabbing one of the students. Its powerful jaws simply crushed all his bones, and the lifeless body fell to the ground. Albyn was thrown aside. Blood gushed from the wound. He was lucky that none of the heads noticed him; otherwise, he would have suffered the same fate as the first. And that is where our story might have ended. In that moment, the hydra grabbed another student by the leg and, sharply bending its neck, threw him onto poisoned spikes protruding from the walls, where the young scout met his end. The hydra truly lived up to its name – chaos reigned around; everything was splattered with the blood of the slain. Albyn attacked the hydra again and received a powerful blow from its tail, which knocked him off his feet. His body was wounded; he felt himself weakening, but if he survived now, he would survive later.
A predatory head darted towards Albyn. Without hesitation, he drew his crossbow, and a bolt pierced the skull through and through. One of the heads hung like dead weight.
Another head lunged at Albyn, but it also hung there, pierced by several bolts. One of the scouts successfully threw his spear, hitting the hydra in the heart. Sensing impending death, it began to regenerate. One scout decided to cut off its head and ran up close to it. This was a mistake that cost the young graduate his life; all six heads turned towards him, grabbing and tearing him apart in an instant. But the crossbows were already reloaded. No arrow missed; they all hit their target precisely.All the heads of the hydra roared in pain. At that moment, Albyn was standing behind it. He jumped onto its back and thrust his sword into its spine, constantly pushing it deeper into the flesh. The hydra collapsed on the stones; its heads tried to reach the elves, but it could not move. Another volley – and all the heads of the hydra fell limply. The dark elves stood tired and wounded, but fortunately, the battle was over. They had won