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“All the decisive blows are struck left-handed.”― Walter Benjamin Hiccup was restless; there was no way he could possibly sleep. Tomorrow was the last day and he still didn’t have a plan, and it didn’t look like one was coming either. Up until now Merida had been treated as a guest, but if she didn’t sign the treaty she was likely to be arrested and held as the first prisoner of the war to come. Although Vikings were normally associated with being mindless brutes, they took their political affairs seriously. He heard light footsteps outside his door. He knew it was Merida, probably sneaking into the kitchen

“History is filled with brilliant people who wanted to fix things and just made them worse.” – Chuck Palahniuk Bizarre. That seemed to be the only word that fit the weather conditions on Berk. Some days were like a warm spring day, others it rained, and then there were the cold days, most of which were tolerable, but there were also blizzards. And that was only in the span of two weeks! The place seemed to have no concept of different seasons. Over the course of the night it had snowed, and not lightly by any means. Merida had seen snow before, but never to where it nearly reached her knees. Luckily she didn’t have t

“Fate is never fair. You are caught in a current much stronger than you are; struggle against it and you'll drown not just yourself but those who try to save you. Swim with it, and you'll survive” ― Cassandra Clare After Hiccup had taken Merida to Old Wrinkly's he made his way back to his house, meeting his father along the way. "I was beginning to wonder where ya were. Did ya find th’ girl?" he asked. "Yea, I took her to Old Wrinkly's. She was bit by a venomous dragon." "What good will he do? Th’ man's half mad." "He's still a good doctor, dad." "I suppose. Go on and head home, I've got to finish up here." ----

It had been a week since the Highlanders left. Merida had watched the horizon every day since; waiting for them to realize the mistake they had made and come back to get her. But every day was the same result, a clear horizon.   When she wasn’t watching for them she spent most of her time shooting arrows into a few of the many trees in the woods. The forest areas on Berk were similar to the ones back home; however, no matter how similar they were, it wasn’t the same.   Back home her days consisted of waking up early for her studies, and then she might have time to go for a ride, there was some excitement there, she could have an

The Great Hall certainly showed that the Vikings had a strong sense of community.   There was one long table, which the majority of them sat at, and more tables and benches were placed close next to it for those that had no room at the table. The Highlanders sat at the head with the chief.  Merida sat beside her Mother and in front of Hiccup.   The feast was nothing like she imagined, the food had been edible, and the one cup of wine she had been allowed to drink was tasteful.   They talked amongst themselves; every now and then laughter would be heard in various places. Drunken men sung off-key somewhere farther down the table. It was just a

The sun had risen, it was a new day; it was the day. Somehow, and not without a lot of argument, the queen had managed to get Merida into her special clothes for the day. The style was a mixture between Viking clothing and Scottish. The skirt was two layered, with the first layer being a dark blue going down to her ankles, and the second, which was embroidered with green and blue designs, going just above her knee. Her shirt was loose, long sleeved and pale grey with thick lined blue cuffs. And over it was a blue top; medium sized golden pendants connected the straps to the rest of it. Around her waist was a thick brownsash. Elinor put the f

He stood on the docks gazing out past the water’s horizon. Meanwhile a blonde haired girl around his age made her way to him. He didn’t acknowledge her as she stood beside him. Following his gaze to the water, she knew what he was thinking; it was what the entire village was talking about.   “Big day tomorrow.” She said suddenly. He remained silent, and she continued. “This whole thing is crazy; you being forced to marry someone that you’ve never even met, and worse she’s a Highlander.”Sometimes she really didn’t know when to stop talking. “I wouldn’t want to be you. You don&rs

“She wanted none of those days to end, and it was always with disappointment that she watched the darkness stride forward.”-- Markus Zusak ~11 years later~ The ground thundered as the creature dashed by. Its rider let out a shout of joy as she let go of the reins and threw her arms out, her hair flowed behind her like flames in the wind. In moments like this everything else was forgotten, no responsibilities, no lessons; she could be herself, here she was free. But sadly her freedom never lasted as long as she would have liked. The clouds were darkening and she would have to head home soon, but first she would gather a few arrows