Brave: The Legend of Wilden the Whimsical

Wilden Lightfoot

In the United Realms, there was the town called New Mushroomton.

The two blue elf men have just making a conversation. They are best friends. The two blue elf men sat together on the bench. They are in the park.

The one blue elf man with his blue mustache was happy. "Wilden, what are you going to do after college?" He asked.

Wilden was confident and bold. He faced his best friend. "I'll be working in the office as the accountant, Gaxton. If I'm going to raise a family someday, I gotta save enough money for my future." Wilden answered frankly.

Gaxton chuckles. The blue elf man with his mustache was cheerful. "That was gonna be great. I'm telling you, Wilden. Nothing's free in this world." Gaxton stated.

Wilden laughs with Gaxton. "I heard ya." Wilden agreed.

Gaxton was perplexed with his smile. "Say, what about your purple socks you wear every day?" He inquires.

Wilden crisscrossed his arms. He was delighted. "You still think they're ugly-looking, Gaxton?" Wilden wondered.

Gaxton nodded his head twice in his reply.

Wilden shrugged his shoulders. He made his awkward smile. "I guess it's my favorite color...?" Wilden inquired.

Gaxton laughed with Wilden harder. "Okay, I can take that." Gaxton said.

Wilden chuckled.

Gaxton was mystified yet smiling. "And what are you going to do when you're not working then?" He asks.

Wilden was enthusiastic. "I might begun to get interested about the past. When the magic exists before." He answers.

Gaxton raised his eyebrow at him. "You played The Quest of Yore, Wilden?" He inquires.

Wilden was bewildered. "The Quest of what?" He inquired.

Gaxton was pleased to clarify to his best friend. "It's a board game about us. The trolls, satyrs, cyclops and more play this. Each campaign has to begin the quest by going to the Manticore's Tavern. You can be any class you want to be." He explains.

Wilden was thrilled. "That sounds much like the actual real life back then." He believed.

Gaxton shrugs. "You mentioned magic." He said.

Wilden grins happily. "Gaxton, if I choose to play the wizard as my board game character, I got a wizard name to use for it." Wilden states.

Gaxton was amazed. "Really?! OH you must tell me your wizard name! Please, Wilden!" Gaxton begged in exclamation.

Wilden was more confident. He gestured himself. "For my wizard name, it's Wilden the Whimsical." He calls for himself.

There was an awkward silence for a few seconds.

Then, Gaxton was chuckling. "Wow...That was so awful..." he confessed.

Wilden was baffling. He raises his eyebrow. "Is my wizard name funny or something?" Wilden wonders.

Gaxton nodded his head thrice times. He was delightful. "It is a funny wizard name. Don't get me wrong." Gaxton replies in his clarification.

Wilden had his hands on his lap. "Gaxton, I understand. I wish I could talk with you more about my favorite hobby. I had better get home and organized. I don't start my job until after this weekend." Wilden reasoned.

Gaxton acknowledged his best friend's pardon to leave the park. He offers his hand. "Hey, Wilden. Good luck working on your accountant position soon." Gaxton mentions.

Wilden took his best friend's hand. He was gladder. "Thank you, Gaxton. See you after my first week." Wilden said.

Gaxton and Wilden shakes their hands up and down several times.

The blue elf man with his beard heads home.

In 313 Pennybun Lane, Wilden was all by himself. He goes upstairs to his bedroom. Wilden searches thru his clothes closet.

After a few scrambling of his different outfits, he ultimately pulls something out of his closet.

It was a brown wooden staff.

Wilden contemplates his item. He was actually glad that he has it. When Wilden efforts to make his wizard's stance, he got startled.

"Ouch!" Wilden exclaimed. He checks his right hand. Wilden sighs in frustration. "Splinter." He whispers to himself. Wilden was lucky. He got a big splinter out of his right hand.

Wilden was smiling yet determining for his pretend spell-casting moment. He was ready. "Magnora Gantuan!" Wilden exclaims, thrusting his brown wooden staff.

He points his wizard's staff at his banana.

It doesn't work.

Wilden rechecked the book. The Quest of Yore guidebook is his spellbook. He recognized the magic's degree about the growth spell.

Wilden has to use his heart's fire and focus on his object. He made wizard's stance again, hoping he didn't get a splinter again.

"Ow!" Wilden yelled. He was annoyed. Wilden pulled his splinter out of his right hand again. "Seriously, this staff does NOT like me." He mutters.

Wilden tries the spell again. "Magnora Gantuan!" He shouts, thrusts his staff at his banana.

Wilden was surprised yet still concentrating.

The light blue magic appears on top of his brown wooden staff.

The banana grows itself into five times bigger.

Wilden was bewildering with his raised eyebrow.

Then, the banana became ten more times bigger.

He moves his wizard's staff away from the enormous banana.

The magic stops.

Wilden let out his deep sigh.

He got a biggest yellow banana in his bedroom.

Wilden was amused of himself. "I might be into such thing as magic...But this...I have no idea I can do that..." he whispered. Wilden tried to process about pretending to be a wizard.

He has been starting to realize that he IS a wizard by gift.

Wilden Lightfoot has the gift of wizardry.

He heard someone giggled at the blue elf man.

Wilden looks at his doorway.

He met the witch from the different world.

She was apologetic yet grinning. "Oh, ye were having your moment there. I'm sorry, lad." The witch said.

Wilden was disbelieved. He blinked his eyes twice.

She was eccentric. The witch holds her hands together. "If ye are wondering why am I here...I'm looking for an elf named Wilden..." she explained.

The blue bearded elf was befuddled. "Who the heck are you?" Wilden asked.

The witch gestured herself. "Oh, I'm just a friendly woodcarver. And I do have been going into such thing as MAGIC too." She answered.

He made his awkward smile. "You're a witch for real?" Wilden wondered.

She was not amused. "Woodcarver." The witch replied in her correction.

He raises his eyebrow. Wilden was confused. "All right, what brings you here in my house?" He asks.

She was pleased for his question. "Lad...I came here to find ye...for your prophecy to fulfill in Scotland..." The witch answers.

Wilden was sudden.

He has twenty-one questions in his head for her.

Wilden is having second thoughts.