Chapter II: Peculiar Children
One of Pitch's loyalist followers retreated to Corona, and there she discovered a magnificent flower, which when she sang, it would rejuvenate her, and therefore, her quest for long-lasting youth was finally over! And so for years, she visited the flower to rid herself of the burden of old age, and to make sure that her special flower, born from the drop of golden sun, remained as her own hidden treasure.
For years her secret flower remained hidden; until there came the day where a sickly Queen, carrying a child, became in desperate need for the magic of the dark woman's flower.
Knights raced to the forest; and on that night, the woman had accidentally knocked over the cover, which concealed her precious flower, with her lantern. She ran off into the forest, but turned to watch as the knights dug up the flower and hauled it back to the palace. There, they brewed the flower into a tea to give to their sickly Queen, and the tea cured her on the spot!
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A few months later, the Queen gave birth to a beautiful daughter with golden hair, and her name was Rapunzel!
However, the royal's joy was short- lived…
After breaking into the palace with the intent on leaving with a simple lock of hair, Mother Gothel discovered that her hair lost its power when it was cut.
NO! Curses, I'll have to take the child with me and raise her as my own. Gothel thought. Now surly, the child bore other gifts after taking in the magic of her precious flower, so she left for the night, only to arrive at the palace again to meet the King and Queen as a prophet.
"What brings you here?" The King asked.
"I have seen in the stars, and I have something to tell you about your daughter!" Gothel replied.
"What's that?" The Queen asked.
"From the powers of whatever made you well again during your pregnancy, Your Majesty, your daughter had been given the abilities to work witchcraft!" Gothel told them. The King and Queen were alarmed; people were inclined to burn witches at the stake.
"There's no need to be frightened, I can take the child and bring her up safely. I can show her how to use her powers in a manner that won't scare your people. A witch can use her powers for good, or evil, I'll make sure she doesn't stray into the dark arts." Gothel assured them.
With reluctant hearts, the King and Queen left their only child to Gothel's care. She brought the babe to a tower hidden in a valley of the forest, and together they lived in solidarity, and Mother Gothel was free to keep her youth, so long as she took care of the child.
As the years went by, the King and Queen would send paper lanterns into the sky on their Lost Princess's birthday, just to let their daughter know that they still remembered and loved her.
Rapunzel, so far, had turned out to be a perfectly good, and bright, child; however, the ghost stories her Mother Gothel told her and the friends Gothel would have over had turned her into a fairly timid child, but she was brave enough o want to be able to go outside, and let nothing get in her way. However, there was one incident that nearly turned Mother Gothel into a nervous wreck:
At the age of eight, and after yearning for so long to go outside, Rapunzel actually made herself apparate outside, and into the grass of the valley. She had a lot of fun that day, and that was how she met her friend Pascal, an amusing little chameleon. When Gothel caught Rapunzel frolicking in the grass, she was quite frightened and angry with the child. At least she got to keep Pascal.
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Over in Arendelle, there was a different incident…
… Young Princesses Elsa and Anna were playing in the snow Elsa had created, but as Anna was jumping across the banks, Elsa couldn't keep up with her, and she accidentally froze her sister's head. The King and Queen had brought their children into the forest to meet up with the little rock trolls, where their elder healed Anna, but then alerted the parents that Elsa was an elemental witch; although capable of performing spells, Elsa had exquisite command over frozen water and could control the winds. Unfortunately, Elsa was losing control over her powers.
"We'll keep her isolated, cut down the staff, close the gates to the palace…" The King began, but he was cut off.
"No! Containing her and her powers would spell disastrous for her and your kingdom!" The troll elder told them.
"Then what should we do?" The Queen asked.
"By the age of ten or eleven, you will receive a letter telling her that she's been accepted to a wizzarding school. There she will meet other children and teens like her, and people who can help her would look after her. Until then, just keep your daughters safe." The troll elder replied.
"Thank you, you have been a great help to us." The King told him.
However, despite what the troll told them, Elsa had been traumatized by what she had done, not to mention that there was a shock where she found out that she was a full-blown witch! She only thought that she could control ice and snow, but no, there was a lot more to her powers, the ice was just special.
And so, Elsa isolated herself as much as she could, but it seemed that everything she touched frosted over. Her father, trying to help just a little bit, gave her a pair of gloves. From then on, the gloves were her security blanket.
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Things were more cheerful in the village of Burgess, the home of young Jack Overland. He was already a mischievous brown-haired brown-eyed boy who loved the winter months. He was always playing pranks, and no one was spared from his trickery.
"Jack, why must you pull these pranks?" His mother asked after finding out he ended up covering a man in feathers.
"The village needs more fun! Everyone seems so gloomy when there's snow on the ground. Can't they see how beautiful the winter is? Can't they see how much fun it can be?" Jack replied. He packed up a snowball and threw it at the nearest kid, hitting him square on the back of the head.
"You asked for it, Jack!" The other kid called out. Soon after that they started up their snowball fight, and more and more kids joined in, laughing and cheering.
However, their game got so intense, that as Jack was running from his friends, the wind suddenly swept him off the ground and into the sky! Although he was screaming all the way up his ascent, he wasn't scared at all, but cheerful! He was flying, and he never done anything that was this fun before, and he was disappointed to have landed not long afterward; but then he found out that he had the power to manipulate the wind. It blew through the branches of the trees, collecting snow, and forming perfect spheres. The beautiful snowballs landed at Jack's feet and he resumed his fight with his friends, even after he saw the shocked look on his mother's face. Her son was a wizard, just like his father was, who passed away of tuberculosis not long after his baby sister was born. She'll have to break open the trunk of his father's things, as it was his wish that if Jack turned out to be a wizard after he passed on, he wanted him to have his wand and old school books. He even stashed away enough money from the wizzarding world to pay for Jack's school materials, and stashed away some more money in the bank for his daughter if she turned out to be a witch, however, Jack would be free to keep some of the money in the vault for squandering on little treats for himself. It wasn't a whole lot, but it was enough to give the children a good start in life.
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Jack was shocked to find out that his father was really a wizard, and cried tears of joy that before he passed, his father left him with the needed materials for his schooling. He picked up his father's wand: Red Oak, eleven inches, with unicorn hair. It was beautiful, sleek, and simple, but at the base, there was a silver crescent moon embedded into the wood, and it made it all the more beautiful to Jack.
"Thanks Mom." Jack stated; he was still shedding tears of joy.
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Over in the Scottish Highlands, there was a young princess celebrating her birthday, her present, much to Queen Elinor's disapproval, was her own bow and arrows.
"A bow, Fergus, she's a lady!" She declared. Fergus made an excuse that Princess Merida should know how to protect herself and gave his Queen a pinch.
While trying to hit a target Fergus set up, Merida loosed an arrow, which sailed over the target and into the forest. Elinor sent Merida to go fetch it.
In the forest, Merida found that arrow easier than she had anticipated, and to her delight she found one of the legendary will-of-the-wisps, but unknown to her and her family, one of the followers of Pitch Black lurked in the shadows of those trees. He was a powerful animagus who went by the name of Mor'du also known as the Demon Bear.
Mor'du spotted the little girl, assumed his bear form and stalked the girl as she made her way back to her family, eager to tell her mother that the wisps were real!
"You know, legend says that the wisps lead you to your fate." Elinor told her. She picked up the little girl just as Mor'du was upon them. He got up on his hind legs, casting his shadow over them. Merida looked up,
pointed a finger, screamed, and from her finger, a bolt of fire shot from the tip, striking Mor'du's eye and causing it to turn white and blind.
In order to protect his family, Fergus stepped in to battle the demon bear as Elinor mounted her horse and galloped away.
During that fierce battle, Fergus lost a part of his leg, but he made it out alive. Remembering how his daughter took out his foe's eye made him laugh, his daughter was going to be a witch, and he was proud of it. He knew that with the right training, Merida would become a great and strong Queen and witch someday.
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Things could be much different for Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III though. All his life he'd been picked on and looked down upon, his closest friend being the elemental wizard and blacksmith, Gobber. He was quite talented with working with fire, but he was fairly weak with spells and potions. If he were strong with potions and spells, he wouldn't be missing a hand and a part of his leg. Still, Gobber was a cheerful type, who did his best to help get Hiccup through the day.
Gobber aided Chief Stoick the Vast in raising Hiccup, ever since what happened to the mother, Valka. She was stolen from her house by a large dragon, leaving Hiccup without a mother, and Stoick without someone he could always count on to take care of him.
As Hiccup grew, Gobber helped to keep a watchful eye on the boy. He had a strange feeling that Hiccup wasn't as ordinary as the other Vikings, despite his small size.
Sure enough, he was right. One day, Gobber decided that it was time for Hiccup to craft his own sword, but with it being his first try at being a blacksmith, the sword turned out terrible, and it reduced Hiccup to tears.; but before Gobber could console him, a tear fell on the blade, and the sword turned from a piece of junk to a blade of the most extraordinary craftsmanship! It was the exact look that Hiccup was going for, and that tear didn't go unnoticed by Gobber. The magic that was put on the blade belonged to Hiccup and no one else.
"Look at what you did, Hiccup, you turned a piece of scrap metal into a fine work of art!" Gobber declared, holding the sword up to Hiccup. He dried his eyes, and gave Gobber a stunned look as he took the sword from Gobber's hand.
"I did this?" Hiccup questioned. Gobber nodded.
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Six months later there was an attack by a legion of dragons, led by one of Pitch Black's followers. There was a man riding a massive and hideous black dragon that made everyone scream: "NIGHT FURY!"
It made the same sounds and the same shots, but no one really knew what a Night Fury looked like, so they didn't know that the dragon the follower was riding was a complete fake.
The terror the creature and rider wrought was the worse Berk had experienced. Gobber was working overtime to command flames that caught on houses to go out, leaving Hiccup to look after the forge, but it was soon torn apart by a Whispering Death.
Hiccup fled the area the forge used to stand, and looked to the sky to hear the 'Night Fury' rider laughing. The laughter from the rider made Hiccup scream; but it wasn't a scream of fright; it was a scream of anger! As he sounded, a form of energy charged up inside him, and was released into a spectacular shockwave that blew all of the dragons away, and then the energy discharged again into a bright light that shot and hit the 'Night Fury'. The rider vanished, and the dragon was disintegrated into a fine black powder that rained all over the village.
That dragon was a fake! Hiccup realized as he scooped up a small handful of the black powder and stuck it in a small glass vial he got from Trader Johan and he tucked it in a pocket.
"Hiccup, how did you do that?" Stoick asked; he was quite bewildered.
"Stoick, my friend, Hiccup is a wizard, like me, and chances are that he's even more powerful than I." Gobber told him. Hiccup smiled, for once his father looked proud of him now. Perhaps his birthright wouldn't be handed off to Snotlout after all! People have been saying that his dim cousin would've made a better Chief, but now, he had a chance, especially not that he had beaten a whole legion of dragons!
Back at home though; the rider that commanded the dragons plagued his dreams. He decided to blame him for what happened to his mother, and therefore that rider was his sworn enemy. He tied the vial of black powder (was it sand perhaps?) with a leather string and wore it around his neck, and he will not take it off until he found out what happened to the rider or had destroyed him. He was a Viking and a wizard after all.
In the meantime, he couldn't wait until that faithful day his letter would come, saying that he'd been accepted into a school of witchcraft and wizardry, like Gobber had told him.
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