Merida: The Firstborn Descendant of Clan Dun'Broch

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It was one of her days off. The young princess lived for those days, when she could roam the beautiful country side of Dunbroch. There were farms and villages, but they were far and few between. Forests, hills, cliffs, mountains. An overcast sky, so she wasn’t expecting to see anyone.

Except, she could see someone outside the keep. Someone she didn’t recognize.  His hair was peculiar, but his armor more so. Not that she didn’t envy it-it looked like it offered a variety of mobility. But still, he was unfamiliar. Strangers didn’t usually just appear, they’d come by boat.

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Dunbroch had seen better days. After Merida and her mother had come to terms, after the Demon Bear Mordu had been released, after it had been decided Merida didn’t need to choose a husband yet, it should have led to better days. Except it seemed like Mordu had been keeping something at bay. In the months that passed since, strange creatures had arrived. The first wave was like large black ants with glowing eyes. It seemed like their warriors, and Merida with them, had been able to defeat them, but their numbers never diminished.

Then others came. Different shapes. Different forms and colors and sizes. Demons was the running theory, that had kept away as long as it was Mordu’s territory. But the Demon was gone.

They hoped.

Merida had been out, scouting, trying to determine the source of the monsters. It was overcast, so most of Dunbroch’s people had retreated inside-those not already up at the keep for safety. A sword on her back, her bow ready, an arrow notched. Fergus wouldn’t do for stealth or recon, a horse attracted too much attention.

However, sounds drew her attention. A battle. Merida fell back against a tree, peering out to observe the combat. Someone was fighting the creatures. A stranger, with a weapon she’d never seen before. She furrowed her brow, but dismissed suspicion for now.

For now, there were demons to be dealt with. So she set an arrow, and let it fly at the closest enemy, the furthest from the silver haired stranger.

“Ya came to Dunbroch at the worst time, Ahm afraid!”

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It had been a very bad fight. Merida had gotten her hands on another bow since leaving the castle, but she hadn’t been eager to return after the debacle with the suitors, the archery contest, and her spat with her mother. So she’d taken Fergus and gone. Then the whisps had appeared by the standing stones. Fergus had been most reluctant to follow through them, but she had chased after them.

The chilled, misty woods she had known her entire life had begun to recede, and Merida had shed her cloak. The whether was more mild, and something she was uncertain how she felt about. The trees were different, the hues lighter. Sunshine was shining through the foliage, and in truth it was nice at the beginning. Now her skin was red, and hurt like hell. Thus, she had sought shade, shade and a stream.

But then she heard what sounded like the clopping of a horse. Merida lifted her ginger curls to take a look, and then she gasped, hands flying over her mouth.

“Yer...yer a unicorn, aren’t ya?”

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