The Courtship - 2 years later after the course of the movie Elinor and Merida talk about her suitors. And what's this? The witch is back to stir up trouble. Name was changed from my original story: Young MacIntosh's name was Craig and changed to Torrance. It sounded a lot better and I had internet connection to look up more Scottish names (I was using a baby naming app from my iPod).

"So what do you think of them?" asked Elinor looking at her daughter. They were technically the same boys that they were a couple of years before. Now that 2 years had passed and Merida was now 18. She was to be getting married to one of the suitors.

Merida had changed quite a bit actually. Her hair was still long and curly with the signature red color, however braided. Her dress was now a dark blue color rather then her usual dark turquoise dress. Her temper had a chance to cool off. She wasn't ready exactly to be queen but she was confident in her abilites as a ruler.

Elinor and Fergus had changed quite a bit in the past two years as well. Her mothers had subsituted her usual dark green dress for a light purple color. Her hair had also started to turn gray a little early. Fergus was aging into his 40s, which scared Elinor. The life expectancy around here was until the late 40s.

"I don't know," whispered Merida as she watched the men. All of them have changed much over the past 2 years. She looked at all of them with a certain distaste in her mouth. She wasn't really sure what to think of them.

Wee Dingwall, Abernathy, was still kind of clueless. He walked around sometimes forgetting where he was, like he had a ton on his mind. He had grown to be as tall as his father and his hair had been cut. He didn't look too different, which she liked. She hated when people changed for the worse rather then the better.

Young MacGuffin, Ian, was still as large as he was. His short name controdicted his large frame. She had gotten a better look at him he was still shy but more confident. She did like his large frame, which reminded her of her father.

Then there stood Young Macintosh, Torrence. He was still arrogent showing off for the women who had came with him. She liked his confidence but from what she could remember he had too much of it. She giggled as she remembered her father teasing about his long flowing locks. She didn't know what to do about these suitors. They actually wanted to be there according to her mother.

This was not good and she didn't want to be here. Maybe she should just pick right now and get it over with. She watched all of them again and after all you had to start somewhere.