The Cause {A Mericcup Novel}

Chapter 5

The wait was over. Patience was no longer required. The child of the sun needed to only look ahead and see the freedom standing infront of it, the freedom to return to the sky from which it came. However, normally when one recieves the ability to fly, ones too afraid to realize exactly what it is recieving. Disbelief was the fault at hand now.

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"Who's Haddock? Mum!" Merida hollered, chasing her mother around the castle as her mother rushed to the library. The library was Meridas least favorite place.

The Queen rustled through a pile of letters atop a desk. She held up a scroll.

"Aha! Here it is," Elinor said in relief, mostly talking to herself. Merida watched in the door way as her mother signed her name at the bottom of the scroll. It had three waxed seals at the bottom below the place where her mother was writing. The first was the symbol of the vikings. The second was one Merida had never seen before with a bold face of a dragon. And the last seal was Dunbrochs.

"Elinor! Dear! Where are ya?" The King bellowed as he entered the library, barily noticing his daughter. Merida suspected that he was alerted about the viking ship. Elinor, in return, held up the scroll to her husband. The two looked into eachothers eyes and after a pause, nodded at the other. Fergus took the scroll without saying a word, left the library. Elinor sighed.

Merida watched her father leave. Never had she seen him so focused. Then she turned back to her mother who leaned against the desk. Her mother never leaned against anything. It was "bad posture" as she put it. Something was wrong. But not a war-like wrong. It was a wrong that was personal.

Now Merida couldn't remain quiet any longer.

"Mum, please tell me what's go'in on. Yer scar'in me," she said. The Queen nodded agreeably.

"And we will, Merida. But now ya have to trust me and do exactly what I say," she said and looked straight into her daughters big blue eyes, "Everything depends on you."

Merida was so taken aback and startled that all she could gather up the courage to reply with was a slight nod.

Her mother ordered her, "Wash yer face and arms. Fix yer hair. And wear yer black cloak to cover yer face. Then meet me outside the castle." And before Merida could respond her mother left the room, leaving her standing in the door way.

As Merida stood there, the only thought in her mind slipped passed her lips.

"Who's Haddock?"