Brave: The Legend of Wilden the Whimsical

Thru the Woods

In the Highlands forest of Scotland, the two black deerhounds are playing and barking together.

Fergus and Wilden are scrolling thru the trees.

The Scottish fighter was curious. "Well what's a lad like ye doing in the woods? All by yourself here?" Fergus wonders.

The blue bearded elf took a deep breath. Wilden was confident yet made his nervous smile. "Uh, I really need to be frank about me, Fergus...I just discovered myself that I can do magic with my staff...A woman who loves to wood-carve things...with her peculiar personality brought me here to...help you for your...hunt for something...?" Wilden replies with his edgy expression.

Fergus chuckles with the blue bearded elf. The Scottish fighter was beamed. "The woodcarver lass summons the magician blue-faced elf lad with the stick to vanquish Mor'du alongside with me." Fergus stated.

The Scottish fighter laughs at him.

Wilden was peeved. The blue bearded elf pointed him out. "First off, my wizard name is Wilden the Whimsical." He mentioned.

Fergus laughed harder. "WILDEN THE WHIMSICAL?!" He inquired in exclamation.

The blue bearded elf was more annoyed. "And secondly, my stick is my wizard's staff. It gives me splinters every time I touched it." Wilden remarked.

Fergus ultimately settled down. The Scottish fighter was happy. "Splinters, huh...It seems like your staff doesn't like you for being around...Hope ye got enough bandages for your hands, lad..." Fergus said.

Wilden was frustrated. He growled.

Fergus raises his eyebrow with his smile. "Oh calm down lad...Magician or wizard or not...I will believe in magic when I see it..." he said.

Wilden halts his walking.

Fergus stops after the blue bearded elf.

Wilden was confident and bold at the same time. "Mind if I demonstrate my magic spell, Fergus?" Wilden asks.

Fergus laughed with his mouth closed. The Scottish fighter was insistent. "All right, just don't scare the fishes in the streaming river. They're so scarce when it comes to odd magic in the air." Fergus answers.

Wilden shook his head and rolled his eyes. The blue bearded elf scrunches his nose while smiling. "It's not gonna happen like that, Fergus." Wilden declares.

The blue bearded elf made his wizard's stance. He attempts to grip his brown wooden staff. Wilden was sudden. "OUCH!" He shouted.

Fergus was confused. "What?" He wondered.

Wilden groaned. He got the little wood out of his right hand. The blue bearded elf clenched his teeth. "Splinter..." Wilden said, speaking thru his mouth shut.

Fergus shook his head. He was sympathetic. "I told ye your staff doesn't like ye..." Fergus said quietly.

The blue bearded elf made his wizard's stance again. Wilden hoped for not another splinter. He was prepared. "This is my only staff that can do magic. I'm not going to ruin the ancient weapon here." The blue bearded elf mentions determinedly.

Fergus raises his both hands up. "Right, right. I'll give ye space for your magic spell demonstration." He said.

Wilden took a deep breath. He was frowning. The blue bearded elf thrusted his brown wooden staff. "Magnora Gantuan!" Wilden exclaimed, focusing at one item on the ground.

The light blue magic appeared from the top of the blue bearded elf's staff.

Fergus was disbelieved.

The little patch of purple wildflowers became ten times bigger.

Wilden was amazed with his raised eyebrow.

The light blue magic disappeared afterwards.

Fergus walked to the gigantic purple wildflowers. "What in the world just happened?" He asked.

The blue bearded elf made his awkward smile. "Uh...I guess when I have a little magic in my life...I can do almost anything..." Wilden answered.

Fergus looked at Wilden mystifyingly. Then, Fergus stares at the enormous purple wildflowers. He smiled sweetly at them.

Fergus picked the gigantic purple wildflowers up. "Let's get these lovely things to my love of my life." He suggested.

Wilden was confident. "Oh, you know someone special who would love the flowers you are picking out, Fergus?" Wilden wonders.

Fergus was affectionate. He seemed to like the bigger size of the purple wildflowers. "Aye, my special lady I have ever met..." Fergus replies.

Wilden was joyful with Fergus. "Really? What's her name?" Wilden asks.

Fergus glanced at Wilden. Fergus was the happy Scottish adventurer. He smiles. "Her name...is Elinor..." Fergus answers.