Merida's POV

Today is the day of the competition and I'm really nervous. Alec said he has a plan but he won't tell me. Everyday he reassures me, 'It'll be alright.' 'I have a plan,' and I feel better. But I haven't seen him all day. Mom just got me in my dress (which is way too tight), and told me to meet her in the Throne Room in an hour.

I was pacing back and forth in my room when I heard a knock at the door, "What is it?" I said a bit annoyed.

"I just thought I'd visit you before the games,'" Alec said as he came in and pulled me into a tight hug.

"Where have you been? I've been so worried."

"Don't I get a 'hello' first?"

"Hello," I mocked.

"Hello, how are ya?"

"Alec!"

"What?"

"The games are today!" I pulled out of the hug.

"I know, that's why I'm here."

"What is your big plan now, anyway?"

"Now that," he touched my nose, "is a secret." I groaned, "Come on. You don't worry about a thing. I will put a stop to this."

"Promise?"

"Promise," we leaned in for a soft, loving kiss.

I pulled away, "I have to go."

"Hm, see ya soon." I smiled while still confused and headed downstairs.

I barely made it, just as I sat down they announced, "I would like to announce the arriva-" the door swung open and cut him off. The clans marched in with their head held home. I paid little attention to what they were saying. I could barely sit still waiting for Alec, but he never showed.

My mother's words caught my ear, "Only the first born…" I had an idea, since it seems Alec won't show up. "It is customary that the Princess choose the event her-"

"Archery, I choose archery."

Mom looked at me questioningly but regained her composure and said, "Then let the games begin." As everyone headed outside, I grabbed my bow and hid it behind my back. Please, Alec, where are you? I leaned back in my chair, "Archers to your marks!" Alec!

Young McGuffin went first, then Young Macintosh, the Wee Dingwall, who won…Ugh, great.

This is the first ending, I have two ideas for endings, you can decide which one you like best.

Alec was nowhere in sight, I reach down for my bow but sat back up when I heard a loud horn. "I am Alec, first born descendent of Clan McKee, and I'll be shooting for the hand of Princess Merida." Everyone gasped and looked at my father.

I gasped and blushed, He's a McKee? What's he doing here then? Clan McKee is the wealthiest and most powerful clan in all of Scotland. But then why was he working here as a stable boy?

He let loose and arrow, hitting the center, then the next. When he got to the last target, he paused, focusing. To everyone's surprise, it hit the center, splitting Wee Dingwall's arrow in two.

"Um, everyone gather in the Great Hall, we shall announce the winner soon," my mother declared. Everyone went, eager to here the results. Alec and I, on the other hand hung back a bit to talk.