If anyone has better names for this fanfic, I'd be glad to here them.

a girl…

She was beautiful, her blonde hair flowed in the breeze, her chocolate eyes glinted in the sunlight; she didn't seem to care about her breaking of tradition. "I am Fiona, the true first born of Clan McGuffin, and I'll be shooting for the hand of the princess of Dunbroch." I blushed and everyone else gasped and looked at both my mother and Lord McGuffin.

Fiona's POV

The clans gathered in the throne room, I tried to stay hidden and out of my father's sight. If he knew what I was planning…I don't know what he'd do. I was the only girl here besides the Queen and the Princess. Princess Merida, her determined, ocean blue eyes, her wild, red hair.

The clan leaders presented their sons who would compete for Merida's hand. My father exaggerated my brother's abilities, That should be me, I'm the oldest. Just because I'm not a boy doesn't mean I can't compete. Well you'll see, it will be me who wins the Princess's hand. A fight broke out after Wee Dingwall attacked Lord Macintosh. I avoided it as much as I could, occasionally throwing a punch while keeping my face hidden under my cloak. The king ended the fight.

A second fight broke out and the Queen ended it this time. "Ahem, no where were we. Now in accordance with our laws, by the right of our heritage, only the first born of each of the great leaders may be presented as champion and thus compete for the hand of the princess of Dunbroch," first born son, but not anymore, "To win the hand of the fair maiden, they must prove their worth by feats of arms or strength in the games. It is customary that the challenge be determined by the princess herself-"

"Archery! Archery!" the princess yelled, "I choose, archery," Yes!

At The Games

I drew back my bow and hit the first target in the dead center. I kept walking and hit the center of the next target. "Fiona stop!" Dad yelled. I paused and focused on my shot, This is it… The crowd fell silent as I released the arrow, it went to the center, spliting Wee Dingwall's in half. Yes, I smiled. "Fiona I've had enough of you," Dad grabbed my arm, "I'm sorry your majesty, this one is a bit difficult to manage." I scowled at his words. "Where should she stay so we can finish the meeting?"

"We can take Fiona to my room where she can't interfere."

"I was only following the rules!" I defended.

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"Don't talk back to the queen!" Dad yelled, gripping my arm harder, making me wince.

"Now that that's settled, we shall meet in the Great Hall and await the decision of the Princess."

Outside the Queen's Room

My father dragged me along as Merida lead us to her mother's room. "You embarrassed us all, I've had enough of you acting like…like this!"

"This is who I am, you can never change me."

"Just listen to me!"

"I am your father, you listen to me!"

We continued to argue in whispered voices until the princess said, "Here's my mom's room."

"Now stay put!" Dad said, pushing me lightly into the room and locking the door.

"I'll be down after my mother and I discuss my betrothal, because I'm pretty sure Wee Dingwall's shot was unfair," Merida said with laugh, my father laughed along with her.

Dad nodded and walked away, Merida waved and waited for Dad to be gone and she took out the key and opened the door. I looked at her, "What are you doing?"

"I need to know, why? Why would you compete for my hand? It goes against tradition and everybody was shocked at what you did!" I looked at the ground, partially ashamed and partially because I didn't want to look her in the eyes. "I'm impressed," I looked back up at her, "I was planning on doing the same thing."

"Really?"

"Yes, I hate the idea of a game deciding my fate. By you winning the games, maybe I won't need to decide for…who know how long!"

"You don't want this? You seemed so excited to choose the event."

"No, this was my mother's idea. I was going to shoot for my own hand to get back at my mom. She tries to make all my decisions for me."

"I know how you feel, my dad always tells me what to do, when to do it, he basically controls my life! He wants me to become a proper lady like my mom was, not that I'd know what a lady is in his opinion."

"My mother does the same, 'A princess rises early,' 'A princess shouldn't have weapons,' she wants me to be like her!"

"What do you mean, 'shouldn't have weapons?'"

"My bow, she's hated it since I first got one."

"My dad hates that I have a bow too 'Stop acting like a man,' he always says."

"Merida!" I heard the Queen call.

"Hide in here," Merida grabbed my hand and dragged me inside; we sat in front of the door, "Merida, we have to come to a decision…Merida!" we waited for the Queen's footsteps to fade away. "That was close." We realized we were still holding hands and pulled away, I blushed but in the dim light I don't know if Merida did too, I hope she did.

"Don't you have to decide between the princes?" I asked a little nervous she liked one of them.

"I'm not interested in any of them," I sighed in relief.

"Well I can tell you not to pick my brother. He's a slob and is not very social."

"How can he be social when nobody can understand 'im?" We both laughed, it really was true.

"What about the others?"

"I'm pretty sure Wee Dingwall doesn't even know why he's here," a short laugh, "And I'm pretty sure every girl in the kingdom will have my head if I choose Young Macintosh."

"Well, not me…"