Hello my beautimous Beauties! Its MissBrokenTeacup! AKA Miss light blue buttons AKA Ladymiss21. How are all of you? Still amazing, I hope? Welcome to "Becoming Mordu"! I'm really excited about this story. I hope I get tons of follows and reviews :) This Story is about Mordu and Merida. Read the description ;) I don't own Brave. Read, Review, Love, Favorite, etc... , eat some cake and throw a party! Because party's are fun. And even Funner if you have cake XD
This chapter is dedicated to Sipsee. The loudest snorer I know.
The price for my soul was a ring forged from steel, and a willing act of betrayal. I was the person who paid.
Long ago, one might have known me as Aodan the Strong- First Born of King Conan and Queen Una. Throughout their matrimony the king and queen were blessed with four sons: Myself, Eavan the Just, Goraidh the Compassionate, and Ronal the Prudent. After my youngest brother, the queen bought forth another child; a baby girl.
Many years later, my father, the king, had become intensely ill. He would not last the fortnight. The queen became distressed, creating a great illness inside her. We lost her within days. The king, holding on to his last strand of life, decreed an act that would change who I was, forever.
"I don't wish for my sons to endure in contention," the king said, his voice raspy. His thin frame was buried in furs and woven quilts. I could not see the father I had once known, but only a shell of the man, and one who now lay dying. But I hadn't known the man before me, in a very long time.
"Thus, the kingdom shall not go to Aodan, my eldest, but to all of you. You shall all rule the kingdom and do what is best for our people." Surprised I looked to my brothers to see if they already knew this knowledge. All their heads were bowed. So they did. Anger rose up as bile would, in my stomach. They, my brothers, knew nothing of importance. Aye, they were just, compassionate, and prudent, but that was all they were. They had no other traits except loyalty to each other and the king. I scoffed, disgusted. How could they rule a kingdom when they destroyed a family?
"Together you shall be Strong, Just, Compassionate, and Wise," the king continued after coughing out the devil, "Brotherhood is a bond too powerful to allow to decay. Together, your kingdom shall be Conqueror to all lands. It shall be superior than even during my reign. I hereby decree that Aodan, Eavan, Goraidh, and Ronal shall all be the kings of Cushain."
My father would take away my birth right so that these fools could ruin the kingdom as well? Then he was the greatest fool of all. "This is nonsense!" I shouted, surprising my brothers enough to lift their heads.
"Aodan?" the king asked, lifting his hand towards me. I scoffed, and stormed out of the room, striking the great oak doors shut, behind me. How could such ignorant simpletons rule a kingdom when they couldn't even save one child? How did they plan to win the hearts of the people when they were but unworthy murderers? They truly knew nothing of life. I stalked out of the castle, rage pouring itself into my heart til there was no room left for other feeling. My vision tinted red as I saddled my horse, Cesa. Once I was out of Cushain and in the forest I took a deep breath. Was this how she felt? Free? Or had she been to scared to enjoy the solitude? It did not matter. She was gone and so was my mother. Neither of them could calm my temper now. Neither of them could stop my father and neither of them could stop me now.
The fire in my stomach solidified with resolve. They would not rule the kingdom. They would rule nothing. And if that meant I would take their lives, then so be it.
Long ago I was known as Aodan, but now they call me Mordu.