Brave: The Legend of Wilden the Whimsical

Remembering Wilden Lightfoot/The Pillow Fight

It was the tragedy for the family he ever had.

Wilden Lightfoot passed away before Ian Lightfoot was born.

And what's worse, Barley lost his chance to say goodbye to his father. He was only three years old.

To see that this story is a sad one, because someone was gone.

Not only Wilden Lightfoot left his staff and the orange gem to his two sons.

He left the story to tell them to his wife.

Laurel keeps her husband's promise about the story of the wizard in Scotland.

Before Ian was born, Wilden brought the pet dragon in.

Her name was Blazey.

When Barley lost his father, he pledged himself that he will be a good brother to Ian. And not get scared ever again.

It was for Laurel and her two sons.

There are only some things to remember about Wilden Lightfoot.

He wears his favorite purple socks every day. His beard was scratchy. Wilden used to have the magic gift of the wizard. He passes his magic to Ian, when his youngest son turns sixteen in the future. Wilden brought Fergus and Elinor together in Scotland. In the different world. Wilden loved the magic. He even has his wizard name and the legend.

Wilden left the tape for his two sons to listen to.

In Ian's bedroom, Barley and his youngest brother are standing on the mattress.

Ian was six years old.

Barley, only nine years old, grabs two white pillows. He handed one to his youngest brother. "Here, Ian." Barley said.

It was daytime.

Ian was puzzled yet smiling. "What are we doing with the pillows, Barley?" Ian wondered.

Barley giggles. He smiles at his youngest brother. "I'm gonna teach you how to play a friendly game." Barley replied.

Ian tilted his head to his right. "Okay, but what game are we playing?" He inquired.

Barley was perplexed. "Does the pillow fight sounds familiar to you?" He inquires.

Ian shook his head. "Uh-ah." He said honestly.

Barley sighs. He was grinning. "Okay. I can demonstrate how this game works." Barley said.

The elder brother of Ian holds onto his white pillow. Barley was confident. "So you can hold your pillow high or halfway up." He said.

Barley lifted his pillow up over his left shoulder. "Then you hit your opponent with your pillow gently like THIS." He said. Barley whacks Ian's head softly with his pillow. Barley made a friendly grunt.

Ian was perturbed with his smile. He was giggling. "Hey." Ian said.

Barley was curious. "Does it hurt?" He asked worryingly.

Ian shook his head. "Na..." he answered.

Barley was glad. "Oh good." He said.

Barley and Ian are laughing hysterically together.

Barley threw his white pillow gently at Ian's head.

Barley giggled.

Ian giggles with him. He tries to lift his white pillow.

It was too heavy for Ian. He just slides his white pillow over at Barley. Ian made a sweet kiddie grunt. He hit Barley's legs with his white pillow lightly.

Barley throws his arms in the air. He was enthusiastic. "WHOA!" Barley exclaimed. He falls himself down backwards. Barley pretended to be dead. He leaves his tongue out.

Ian was laughing hard.

Barley laughs with Ian.

Barley stay laying down on the bed.

Ian lays down next to his elder brother.

They both looked up at the ceiling.

Ian was confident. "Barley, do you still have the tape about dad?" Ian wonders.

Barley was solemn. He took a moment to consider. Barley took a deep breath. He was sympathetic. "Ian, if you want it, you can have it, just to remember him. As we remembered our dad." Barley replies.

Ian was pleased yet melancholy. "Thank you, Barley." Ian said.

Barley patted Ian's left shoulder. Barley was contented that his youngest brother was being cheerful. "You're welcome, Ian." Barley said.

Ian sighs. It's hard for the youngest blue elf for not seeing his dad before. He was gloomy.

Ten years later, Ian was just turned sweet sixteen.

He sat on his chair, looking glum. Ian was laying on his desk. He presses the rewind button on his cassette player.

Then, Ian pressed the play button.

"Well Wilden! You're not gonna get that thing working!" Ian's mom exclaims.

"I think I've got it!" Ian's dad exclaimed.

"I'm gonna watch from over here!" She exclaimed.

The blue skinny elf sits up straight. Ian made a slight sad smile. "Hi dad." He said.

"Hello? HELLO?!"

"It's me, Ian."

"Oh is that right?"

"Yeah, did you have a good day?" Ian asks.

"Well I'm trying to." Wilden answers.

"Yeah me too. Although I could clearly use some help." Ian chuckled.

"Heh heh heh heh heh."

"I sure do wish I could spend the day with you sometime."

"I know!"

"Well there's so many things we could do. I bet it'd be really fun." Ian smiled.

"Well let's find out."

"Yeah, I mean I'd love to we could uh-"

"Okay bye." Wilden said lastly.

Ian was melancholy. He rested his back against his chair. "Yeah...bye..." Ian said.

The blue skinny elf really wanted to meet him so bad.

Ian's life was changed after he got a gift from his dad. It was meant for Barley and Ian.

They got the staff, the letter, the visitation spell...

And the orange gem...