Brave: The Legend of Wilden the Whimsical

Wilden Practices Some Magic I

Outside of the witch's cottage, the blue bearded elf straightens his wizard's stance.

The witch observes him. She was eccentric with her smile. "I was searching for the wizard like ye lad...to stop the monster around here." The witch explained.

Wilden chuckles with her. The blue bearded elf was annoyed yet playing along. "Is that right?" He wonders.

She nodded her head. "Aye..." The witch replies in her confirmation. She gestures the frightening creature. "A big black demon bear named Mor'du..." The witch said.

Wilden was overwhelmed. He startles from his right hand. "OUCH!" The blue bearded elf yells.

She was bewildered. "What?" The witch asked.

Wilden efforts to get the little wood out of his right hand. The blue bearded elf was concerned. "Splinter. My staff I had here was ancient." He answered in explanation.

She nodded her head twice in understanding.

Wilden raised his eyebrow. "A big black demon bear? Really?" He inquired.

The witch was miffed. "Mor'du!" She exclaimed.

The blue bearded elf was confused. "Mor'du?" He wondered.

The witch has her hands on her hips. "That's what I just said, lad." She replied.

Wilden facepalmed himself. "Oh..." he muttered.

The blue bearded elf tried again his wizard's stance. Wilden haven't got a splinter again. He thrusts his brown wooden staff at the log. The blue bearded elf was stern. "Aloft Elevar!" Wilden shouted.

The light blue magic appears from the staff.

The blue bearded elf carefully levitates the log with his brown wooden staff.

The log began to float after the wizard's staff's magic.

The witch was stumped yet smiling. "Say, lad, how many spells have ye learned so far?" She asks.

Wilden sling his brown wooden staff away from the log. The blue bearded elf turned off his heart's fire.

The log falls back on the ground.

Wilden was awkward yet cheerful. The blue bearded elf faced her. "Madam, I read the book about magic lots of times. I just mastered two spells. If you are wondering if I can learn the whole thing, it's going to take me years to master all the spells. It's not easy." He answers in his explanation.

The witch shook her head. She was delighted. "I didn't say learning to do magic was easy, lad." The witch mentions.

Wilden ponders about her unanticipated appearance in his house at New Mushroomton. "You spoke about my prophecy earlier...something to do about...Mor'du...?" He mentioned in his confusion.

The blue bearded elf shrugs. "What have I got to do with the demon bear in Scotland in my prophecy?" He wondered.

She sighed. "Keep practicing your magic and I will tell ye, Wildey." The witch replied.

The blue bearded elf narrows his eyes. He laughs awkwardly. "Wilden." The blue bearded elf corrects her.

She nodded her head twice. "Right ye are, lad." The witch said.

Wilden shook his head and rolled his eyes. The blue bearded elf was annoyed yet smiling. He made his wizard's stance again. Lucky for Wilden, he knows most of the spells. The blue bearded elf lunges his staff upwards. "Boom Bastia!" Wilden exclaims.

The firecrackers shoots from his brown wooden staff in the air.

The three colorful fireworks have bursted into different forms in the sky. One firework sparkles. The second firework descends like raindrops. And the last firework makes little loops like ribbons.

She was mesmerized at the fireworks. "Oooh, that was so beautiful." The witch commented in her whisper.

The blue bearded elf was perplexed. "Uh, my prophecy, madam?" He reminded.

She snapped herself out. "Oh, aye!" The witch yells.

She clears her throat. The witch was cheerful. "In your prophecy, Wilden the Whimsical, it was you...the Scottish adventurer who will be the king of Dunbroch...and the princess who will become the queen of Dunbroch as well..." she said.

Wilden lunged his staff at the white mushroom. "Magnora Gantuan!" He shouted. The blue bearded elf concentrates on the object.

The light blue magic appeared from his brown wooden staff.

The white mushroom morphs into five times bigger immediately.

The witch holds her hands together. "And ye lad...will bring the man and the princess...having their hands joined altogether...with lots of hearts above their heads..." she said.

Wilden was alarmed. The blue bearded elf slung his staff swiftly to his right. It shot at something.

The light blue magic disappeared abruptly.

Wilden turned around and faces the witch. "WHAT?!" He exclaimed in his inquiry.

She shrugged her shoulders. The witch was perplexing. "It's your prophecy lad, not mine." She said.

The white mushroom was back to its actual small size.

The blue bearded elf was concerning. "Madam, I'm gonna be an accountant soon who loves magic, not a matchmaker." He vents.

The witch shrugs her shoulders again. "Well this is part of your prophecy, lad." She said.

Wilden shook his head. "Oh no. I'm not going to pair those two people without their chance to get to know each other." He argued.

The witch was aggravated. "The princess was betrothed! She needs to be married with love!" She ranted.

Wilden was baffled. "You think the princess will be unhappy with her betrothal?" He asked.

Instead of the witch answered his question, it was the cawing raven on the ground.

"AYE, LAD!" The raven shouted.

The blue bearded elf looked down with his wide-eyed.

The raven was little as the baby blackbird. It was befuddled. "Staring is rude! You're still staring!" The raven shouts.

It checked itself out. The raven spread its left wing. "What? Is there anything on my wing-" it efforts to wonder. Then, the raven was dumbfounded.

It went flapping its wings crazily. The raven was angry. "WAAAH!" It shrieked with its caw.

Wilden was worried. "Oh Chantar's Talon, what did I do to your raven, madam?" He wonders.

She was bemused. The witch blinked her eyes twice. "You shrunk it..." she replies.

The blue bearded elf looks at the witch. "Madam, I don't know how that happened. I'm so sorry about your raven." He apologizes.

The witch was not concerned. "Oh it's okay, lad. I'm sure your spell will wear out shortly." She reassured.

Wilden sighed. The blue bearded elf was relieved. He laughs with her. "I hope so too really." Wilden said.

The witch waved a goodbye to the blue bearded elf. She was enthusiastic. "So long, Wilden! Good luck with meeting the adventurer and the princess, lad!" The witch hollered.

The blue bearded elf was going into more than just his hectic prophecy.

While Wilden wandered thru the forest, he finally meets the Scottish adventurer named Fergus.