"Many have heard of the tale of a girl trying to find her real self. Our story begins in Scotland, Castle of the Bear King, Kingdom of DunBroch.
"Now you may say you've heard this story, it's about Merida and the cursed bear Mur'do. But our story doesn't focus on Merida but her little sister, Kara. Which in the cetlic tongue meant beloved. And the Princess was loved by her people." The narrator spoke, as everything around him was pit black.
A voice heavy with a scottish accent and female sounding spoke next to the Narrator. "What are ya doing?"
"Telling a story, what does it look like?" The Narrator told her, pointing to the castle scene infront of him, as a candle flared to life revealing a red haired lass arms crossed looking at Snotlout.
"Really? Scotland?" She asked, looking closer to the story her brother was telling.
"What's wrong with Scotland for the beginning of our story?" Snotlout asked, indignat.
"If ya really want to tell this story right, leave it to me. I'm the one that lived it." She pushed Snotlout over, standing where he stood and started to paint the air with her words.
"Anywho, where our story actually began was in a little house on Berk on a cold snowy night many many years before Hiccup befriended the first dragon. Berk's nights are always cold, but this one was different. Inside that house was a woman named Ailidh, who was giving birth to her second child. Ailidh was not Viking born. She became the Wife of Spitlout many years before when the Celts, who were her people, handed her over to the Vikings insuring peace for their two people.
The child that she gave birth to was a wee lass, named Aife because the day she came out of the Womb, she was already fighting. Spitlout and Ailidh claimed that the wee lassie was in fact more of a viking then she was Celtic, the same as her older brother, Snotlout. Ailidh never understood why her husband instisted on that ridiculous name..."
"Hey!" Snotlout interrupted his sister. "It's not ridiculous. It keeps the trolls away. They're more of a pest then the dragons ever were."
The red head turned to her brother, pulling out a sword and pointing it at his throat. "who's telling this story?"
Seeing his nod, she continued. "Several weeks went by and the proud parents planned to have the Viking Naming Ceremony, but the Dragons attacked Berk. This attack was worse and far different then the other ones. See they weren't just after food from the Vikings to feed what we call Red Death. One of them crashed into the Jorgenson's house, setting it on fire and destorying it. Inside the house was Ailidh and her daughter. The child was carried across the seas, where the Montorious Nightmare left her to a Thunderdrum. Now the Dragons were acting this way because of orders to carry the child safely across the seas to the Castle of DunBroch. So the dragons carried her to the foothills of the castle, where the King and his wife were out riding one day.
Spotting the wrapped bundle, the Queen persuaded her husband to keep the child, raising her along side their only daughter, Merida. And that's how our story begins and continues in Scotland."
Snotlout looked at Kara, knowing that her way was probably better then his. "So that's it?" He asked, being Snotlout once again.
"You didn't listen to a word I just said did you?" Kara asked, tackling Snotlout and pushing his horns into the ground.
