Trapped (A Big Four Story)

Chapter 3

Merida's P.O.V

I woke up from a nightmare. One of those nightmares where you fall from a great height for no apparent reason and feel those butterflies in your stomach trying to keep you airborne by flapping their wee wings. The ground I was laying on was hard and cold, glancing round the room from the corner of the room, I discovered I was trapped, surrounded on all sides by dull grey walls and the same shade floor and ceiling, although the ceiling had a long rectangular window that split it in half lengthwise. The sun was shining brightly making me squint to see.

Where am I and how did I get here? Was the first question to pop into my mind. All I remembered was riding Angus... Where is Angus? I looked around again hurriedly, but found him to be nowhere in sight. On my scan of the room however, I did find a table of food in the centre of the prison. I stood up, noticing I'd slept with my quiver on, and stretched. I picked up my bow, went over to the table and put my bow down as Iooked at the assortment of food in front of me. I decided I could come up with an escape plan later. "Mmmmm. Pie." I sighed. All my favourite flavours too, whoever trapped me here knew what I liked. I piled a plate to eat and ate it where I stood. A sad smile appeared on my face as I realized my mother wasn't there to tell me off for stuffing my face or putting weapons on the table. I sighed as I pictured her perfectly poised facial expression. I was serving myself seconds when I'd finished my first plate, thinking I may as well make the most of this situation, when I was hit from behind with a missile of some sort. Quick as lightning, I strung my bow and turned around to face my foe. But no one was there.

A soft breeze blew my hair in my face, but I resisted the temptation to wipe it away as I scanned the room for movement, noticing for the first time a scrawny boy and a girl with very long blonde hair. Although I was interested in the girl's peculiar length hair, the boy was standing up. Assuming it was he who had struck me, I aimed my next arrow at him.

"Who are you? Answer or I'll shoot!" I asked him loudly. The boy was startled and tried to speak. But I think he was panicking too much to say anything coherent. I pressed the issue however.

"I'll repeat the question. Who-"

"HICCUP!" The boy spluttered, interrupting me. "What?" I asked.

"My name is Hiccup." The boy, Hiccup, said. I realized in those few seconds that he posed no threat towards me. He was weaponless and appeared weak, he wasn't my attacker. I put my weapon down, although still wary, and walked towards him.

"I'm Merida." He flinched slightly when I spoke, as though I intended to strike him. I put my hand out as a polite gesture and warily he shook it. Looking at me oddly, he said.

"Why have you got snow in your hair?"