Hmm this is about Wee Dingwall, so the last chapter is going to be young Macintosh unless somebody wants me to write a letter back to them from Merida.

Err these are drabble-ish so yea short on purpose.

Dear Merida

I actually remember meeting you back when we were little. We all had to be about 7 years old at the time. You showed Duncan how to use a bow since he was having problems learning how. You had gotten in a fight with Torrance over who was better with a bow. We just stood around as I spaced out. I had just gotten another sister at the time. My parent's stopped trying to have another boy after me sister Joan was born. All I have is sisters 4 of them to be exact.

Lilas - 14

Bonnie - 11

Colina - 9

Joan - 7

They're menaces sometimes (not to offend you or anything), your brothers remind me of them. They would probably get along swell with each other, since we're not getting married one of them may. My sister's aren't ugly, like some other people may think of us. People will look at my parents and wonder how does that relationship work? My mum is really attractive and she passed her apperance into me sisters. They were arranged a marriage when they were our age. However according to our mother's I'm a year younger then you.

Of which I would like to bring up. I'm sorry but I didn't really want to be there, after all I had said that for a reason. It's not that I don't want want to get married, its that I don't want to get married right now. I know that if you did pick me we would have a courtship but I don't think I'm ready. I do admire your bravery that's why I kissed you on the arm. Well one reason, another is that you are really pretty.

To tell you a little about me self I do tend to space out a bit. I do this to escape sometimes. You do this on your horse and when you shoot archery. I help my father with the war plans, that's something I'm best with. I hope that one day I come back for my own reasons and not for my dads.

From Abernathy

IT'S FLASHBACK TIME!

"Merida here are some new friends," said Elinor to the small girl. Merida, age 7 , only stood looking at us. She was the middle of practicing with her dad on her archery. Fergus looked over at Elinor questioningly, before remembering the lords sons were coming over. He didn't know how late it was getting until he had finally noticed.

In front of Elinor me and two other boys stood. To Merida's far right was a boy with honey blond hair, his eyes just as wide and curious as Merida's. The boy in the middle was arching his head to look at where Merida's arrow has landed. He had dark brown hair with pale watery blue eyes. Finally on her far left stood, me, staring into the open air around them.

To Merida they looked like alright playmates. Maybe they would get along and actually be friends. They were strangers to her, honestly. All of the kids started to talk to eat other little bits at a time. Young MacGuffin was having a hard time saying something in both Doric and Scottish. Macintosh was crying to his mother about something. I stood watching everybody hoping for the best.