Chapter 2

POV - Merida

Merida glanced down at the injured wing and there was blood everywhere. The leathery scales were ripped. There was no way this dragon would be going anywhere soon.

The dragon was groaning in pain and tried turning to tend its wound. The dragon slid across its belly to free its rider, once it saw he was underneath him. But Merida saw that the rider was attached to the dragon its self.

"Here, let ma help ya," Merida said as she crept up to the beast with her sword now back in her hand. The dragon snarled as she got closer to the boy. "There, there. Am only tryin' ta help ya." She told the dark beast in a soothing tone. The dragon stop snarling and aloud her to cut the string and this aloud the dragon to relive the boy of its weight on him.

Merida then heard the first sound from the boy, the sigh of relief that the dragons immense weight was off his chest. He then started to cough. And she saw the blood start to drip from his mouth and down his firm lips. Merida was in a state of panic. 'What do I do?'

She heard the sounds of hoofs and when she turned, she saw Angus with her father on his back. There were also men from the village but she paid no mind to them.

Merida turned back to the boy and her father looked where she was facing, he could only see from the waist down. He saw there was a strange metal contraption, which he could only assume was a substitution for foot like his own.

He rushed over to his daughter and pulled her away so he could get closer. But he stopped once he saw that the boy was a Viking.

"Merida. Do ya know what ya're dealin' with? This boy is not ar own kind." King Furgas said in anger. He started to pull his daughter away from the Viking.

"Dad! What cha doin'? aye need ta help tha' boy! Aye shot him dan from tha sky! It's ma fault his hurt!" Merida protested.

"We 'ave fought his murderous kind fa years! And aye ain't helping one of those killers na!" Furgas shouted. "just forget him! Come on, back to the castle with ya."

Then the beast interrupted him with a roar. All the men turned for they just noticed the large, scaly beast. It was standing over the boy in a protective manner.

There was a groan and it seemed the boy was regaining consciousness.

"erm…what?...tooth..less…stop growling…." He turned his head and his green eyes stared right back at the Scottish men and woman. "Pal… stop it… your scaring them…" the boy croaked in his uneven voice.

The boy's startling green eyes rolled into the back of his head and he was lost to unconsciousness.

Merida turned back to her father. "dad see, he could a ordered the dragon to kill us right then but he didn't. a'm sure he is a good lad, and its ma fault he's like this. Please, dad, let us take him back and if he is as bad as you describe his kind to me, we will then deal with it."

Her father looked at her, then at the boy and gave a sign of defeat.

"Fine… But don't say I didn't warn ya." He signalled for one of the men to get th boy but the dragon snarled.

"Please. Let us help." Merida begged the dragon. He looked in her eyes and stepped away. "Thank ya."

They pick the boy up and start on their journey back to the castle grounds.