"And do this, understanding the present time: The hour has already come for you to wake up from your slumber, because our salvation is nearer now than when we first believed. The night is nearly over; the day is almost here. So let us put aside the...
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(track: "All Souls Night" by Charlee Brooks)
Wind travels through the tree branches that hold rich colors of fire and chartreuse; tiny delicate leaves that rustle in the cold breeze and gentle feather each other; the only sound that can be heard. It may be summer here, but the forests at the foot of the mountains have already begun to change from their green colors to orange and red. The quiet woods only whistle with the chill of the highlands. Except for the occasional squirrel or other woodland creatures that scamper about, all is still with the warm light of the afternoon sun beaming through the cedar colored bark that covers the limbs.
Only silence...
Until there is a thud of an arrow that hits the swinging target made from a chopped tree log dead center, the small piece of wood twirling on its string that ties it to its branch.
Underneath, a large Clydesdale colored charcoal with white fluff on its enormous hooves and mane, flies with wicked speed over the forest floor. Atop it is a girl sixteen years of age with a thick wool burgundy gown of Scottish style, her hair a bundle of fire orange curls that is as large as her body if she curled into a ball. Her pale faced is chilled from the wind, bringing forth her natural blush cheeks and pink button nose. A wide smile takes her petite features on her rounded head as she positions strongly on her beast much too fast for her mother to approve.
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No matter. Today is her birthday and she can get away with it just this once.
Normally a woman wouldn't even be permitted to use weapons in her culture and only ride if it was properly. So these rules are especially strict for her given her royal blood. Merida Cináed Fionnghall is the only princess of DunBroch, Scotland. Her brothers are heir to her own throne but she must be married to a prince of another kingdom when she is ready. This irritates her; to not be able to choose her own path or whom to love; to be born into one way only... It doesn't seem fair to her. And she's spent her whole life preparing to be a suitable bride and a great queen. Her own mother has schooled her strictly since birth. She's been obedient... most of the time. But little does she know her stubbornness and selfishness will only get her into trouble.
But today she will leave all of that behind to enjoy the sun on her skin and the wind in her hair as she rides through the woods doing what she loves most and feeling free for the first and only time this whole year.
"Faster Angus!" she commands her beast as a wide smile spreads across her pale pace. She quickly notches another arrow from her quiver at her hip and watches for her next target. Knowing this course inside and out she draws her bowstring back tight, eyeing down the arrow before letting it fly at just the right moment to stick into the hanging wooden circle.
