Merida stepped up to the white line, her bow ready at her side. She slowly stretches it up to position. She draws back the arrow, takes a deep breath and-
"Stop!" a voice cries out from behind her. The red head slowly places the bow on her back and turns to the small girl behind her. "You can't do this" she huffs, trying to still breath.
"Who is this lass 'ere, tellin' me what I ought to be doin?" she asks in her broad accent.
"My name is Briar, Briar Rose. I've been sent by the after party to save you. They chose me especially as I'm the most kind-hearted of us all" she lifts her head to reveal a face of pure beauty.
"The after party? What is this party your speakin' of?" she whispers to Briar, hoping no one around them would here.
"A secret organisation, it'll make more sense when Commander Poca explains it all, but you must come at once. They're all waiting on your arrival." Merida turns to see the young peasant boy cuffed to the target. She sighs.
"Release him" she shouts. The guards surround the target unlocking each cuff so the boy can go free, not having to pay his penalty. Merida follows Briar through the arena, to a carriage. The two girls enter the carriage as it travels to the wharf. Also in the carriage, was Snow, another member of the after party.
"Welcome Princess Merida, we've been awaiting your arrival. I'm Snow. The after party is a group of princesses working as agents tracking down and sometimes even killing the most wanted villains. These villains also include people from our nemesis state, Dreamworks. Think you're up for it?" Merida shoots her a perplexed look.
"Then why'd your friend here stop me from shooting at that Hiccup kid. He was a spy from Dreamworks" Briar looks at the ground longingly.
"Hiccup works for an agency in Dreaworks called V.I.C, Villains In Control, T.A.P works with V.I.C. That's why today was the day we had to recruit you." Briar explains. Merida pulls an apple from her bag and starts to bite it. After hearing the crunch from the apple Snow gave a small scream and shot a dart at the apple. AN annoyed Merida sighs as the apple rolls out of her hand.
"You owe me 'n apple lass"
"You owe me 'n apple lass"
