Mother had once told him that she had found him in the southern outskirts of DunBroch but that was about it.
Still he rode, thinking how would he find himself. Would he have the courage to do what sas necessary when the time came?
*SIGH* The whisper coming from the forest caused him to stop his horse so suddendly that he almost fell off.
He knew that sound...and the tiny blue light floating inches from the ground gestured him to follow.
He turned his horse towards it, the light dissapeared only to reaper a few feet away, dozens more then materialized forming a path.
He followed the dancing lights for hours, it was the only clue he had.
Finally some houses came into view, he heard voices of men and women; the wisps had led him to a village.
He dismounted his horse and followed the lights, scurrying between houses into a particularly small one.
Apparently there was nobody home and the room barely had any furniture. Only a bed and a crib on the far end of the room.
He tip-toed to the crib and looked inside, a bay boy stirred; looking at him through bright, brown eyes.
It was now or never, he unsheated his knife and raised it high into the air. "Now! Do et now!" The knife slipped from his fingers, he couldn't do it, not like this.
But he had to, it was either him or the future.
His life or that of the king and queen, of hundred's of men and women across the highlands; Merida's life.
He picked up the baby that was him in his arms and ran away from the village; then rode his horse as fast as he could.
Once he was far away he placed his younger self on the ground, he didn't cry, the baby only looked at him questioning.
He gave himself a final look before riding away, the wolfs would make short work of him; or he would starve in a few days.
He didn't saw Mor'du or the tiny woman strolling by, mere fifty feet away...
