Merida - Prologue:
The fire was burning low, casting dim and dancing shadows all around the room. Merida thought it was strangely appropriate that the flames had almost died out completely. After all, the brightest light in her life, her mother, was fading fast as well.
Quietly, she approached the queen, who lay still and motionless under the heavy velvet bed sheets. She looked so fragile sleeping. Her silver hair and deep wrinkles looked more prominent than usual. She was frowning slightly, as if she was having a bad dream. Merida didn’t really want to disturb her, but the priest had said...
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