This is based off a roleplay I made recently. I wanted to create a story where we get to see more of Macintosh's personality and see him grow as a character.

Disclaimer: I don't own Brave or any of the characters, just this story.

My name is Vailean, but most know me as the heir of the Macintosh clan. I have many admirers, mostly women, who not only praise me for being the son of a lord, but also for my athletic ability and my good looks. The Gods had truly blessed me, but I would soon have all that taken away from me.

I was outside doing some sword fight training. As I took out my opponent, my followers cheered in excitement, so I gave them a bow to show my gratitude. The women all crowded around me, wanting my attention.

"Easy girls, there's plenty of me to go around."

As they crowded around me, I noticed a girl with long ebony hair with her servants not taking much interest at me.

"What's wrong?" I asked, "You think you're not good enough for me?"

"Oh I know I'm better then you," said the girl, "You're no where near my type."

"Hmph. Whatever."

I could never understand girls like her; most girls I've been around would worship the very ground I walked on but she just seemed to scoff at me.

"Well girls, I'm sorry I have to leave you, but I must retire. I'll see you all tomorrow."

I hated to leave my fans behind as they sighed sadly, but all that sword fighting made me a bit tired. I went back in the castle, went up to my room, and threw myself onto the bed, not bothering to crawl under the covers. I slept for quite some time until I heard screams and the smell of smoke reached my nose.

"THERE'S A FIRE IN THE CASTLE!" I heard one of the guards shout.

I rolled off the bed startled. As I got up, wiped the saliva off my cheek from sleeping, and grabbed my sword, I opened the door and ran went downstairs. In the hallway, everyone was in a panic, trying to get out of the castle as flames whipped wildly. I was about to join them when a saw a small child crying in the corner, too scared to move. As much as it annoyed me and that it would give me less time to get to safety, I knew the chivalrous thing to do was to save the child, so I ran over to him and scooped him up in my arms. As I started running to the door, I could hear one of the beams starting to break. I knew I wouldn't have enough time to run out with the child. I saw one servant by the doorway and, as crazy as it was, I was actually a skilled caber tosser and decided that the only way I was to save this child was to toss him over to the servant.

The servant grabbed the child and went off with him as I was about to run out, but the beam had fallen in front of me. I tried hacking at it with my sword to try to get out, but all of a sudden, another beam came crashing down on me as flames started to consume me. The sheer pain of the hot scorching fire biting at my skin on my face and body and all the smoke clogging my lungs was too much for me to handle. I wanted to get out, but the weight of the beam was too much for me; I just wanted it all to end.

Suddenly, I could feel the weight of the beam lift off of me as I was being carried, from what I could tell, by my father. I was dragged outside into the field where everyone else was and placed on a stretcher.

"It hurts so much." I said wincing in pain.

"Yer still alive;" said my father, "That's all that matters."

Well, that's the first chapter. Please R&R.