Rise of the brave tangled dragons - Queen Elsa in despair

Ecplypse Island

Merrida

My dad, understanding how important the situation was, convinced my mother that I had to travel to Eclypse Island alone. Thats right, the golem instructed me to go to the island by myself. When my mother was first told, she would not allow it. She was too worried about me going alone.

     After many arguments, my father and I managed to convince my mother to go. "Please be save my darling," mum said on the day I set sail for Eclypse Isle, holding me in her arms. I didn't wan't to imagine her weeping while I was away.

     Just as I was drifting off into the sea on my ship, I heard my dad say, "it's alright, Elinor. Our daughter is brave, she'll survive...", and with that I smiled.

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     I landed at the shores of Eclypse Isle, a very relaxing place indeed.  Smooth waves reaching the soft sands' surface, making a calming sound that sparkles.Light from the sun would narrowly pass through the leaves of the forest and light up the carpet of grass. I took the time to breathe it all in before venturing into the forest.

     A few moments after going into the forest, I heard quick little movements that sounded peculiar. At first, they only made me jump, and the noises left my thought shortly. But the little jitters in the forest started to become more frequent.

     Assuming it was an animal, I went into hunting mode and became more cautious and wary. Making slow movements, I paced myself to an opening. I drew out my sword and tussled my hair to make myself look bigger. The reason I do that is for intimidation. In the wild, you must present yourself in a way to show that a foe is no match for you, another line I remembered from my old man.

     From the noise, the animal revealed itself. It came out slowly from the dark shadow of the trees. It was a beast like no other. Pitch black scales covered its whole body, sharp talons that could easily tear apart flesh, although strangely enough, it had no teeth. All in the form of a massive winged reptile. A dragon.

     I feared for my life. Other than bears, dragons were one of the few things that made me terrified. I had never faced a dragon before, neither had my dad. Our tribe's only recolection of the beasts were from the tales of the vikings. All I remember was that the dragons were ferocious devils, the unholy offsprings of lightning and death itself.

     The dragon swiftly pounced at me. I tried to run, but before I could even turn my back, the dragon pinned me to the ground. This was it,

I thought, as it prepared its fireball, I could feel the heat coming from its mouth.

     Suddenly, as if everything had turned to slow motion, my instincts kicked in. I pulled my sword upward and drove it right into its stomach. Before it fell on me, I quickly moved away from its grasp.

     "That was close," I whispered to myself. I laughed with pride for I had just slayed a mighty dragon.

     Little did I know the terrible mistake I had committed.