Brave

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Where are you? Come out!

Come out!

Come on out.

I'm coming to get you.

Where are you, you little rascal?

I'm coming to get you.

Where is my little birthday girl?

I'm going to gobble her up

when I find her.

I'm going to eat you. I am.

Fergus, no weapons on the table.

Can I shoot an arrow?

Can I? Can I? Can I? Can I?

Please? Can I?

Not with that. Why not

use your very own?

Happy birthday, my wee darling!

Now, there's a good girl.

Draw all the way back now

to your cheek. That's right.

Keep both eyes open.

And, loose!

- I missed.

- Go and fetch it, then.

A bow, Fergus? She's a lady.

A will-o'-the-wisp!

They are real!

Merida! Come on, sweetheart!

We're leaving now!

I saw a wisp!

I saw a wisp.

A wisp?

You know, some say, that will-o'-the wisps lead you to your fate.

Oh, aye, or an arrow!

Come on, let's be off before we see

a dancing Tatty Bogle.

Or a giant having a jigger

in the bluebells.

Your father doesn't believe in magic.

Well, he should, 'cause it's true!

Mor'du!

Elinor, run!

Come on, you!

BRAVE:

Some say, our destiny is tied to the land.

As much a part of us as we are of it.

Others say, fate is woven together like a cloth.

So that one's destiny intertwines with many others.

It's the one thing we search for, or fight to change.

Some never find it.

But there are some, who are led.

The story of how my father lost his leg to the demon bear Mor'du became legend.

I became a sister, to three new brothers! The princes: Hamish, Hubert and Harris.

Wee devils, more like.

They'd get away with murder!

I can never get away with anything!

I'm the princess!

I'm the example!

I've got duties, responsibilities, expectations...

My whole life is planned out!

Preparing for the day I'd become, well, my mother.

She is in charge of every single day of my life.

Hey Robin, jolly Robin, and thou shalt know of mine...

Project!

And thou shalt know of mine!

Enunciate, you must be understood from anywhere in the room! Or it's all for naught.

This is all for naught.

I heard that!

From the top!

A princess must be knowledgeable about her kingdom.

She does nae doodle!

That's a C, dear.

A princess does not chortle!

Does nae stuff her gob!

Rises early!

Is compassionate.

Patient.

Cautious!

Clean.

And, above all, a princess strives for, well, perfection!

But every once in a while there's a day when I don't have to be a princess.

No lessons, no expectations, a day when anything can happen!

Day, I can change my fate!

I'm starving!

You're hungry too, I guess?

Oats it is then.

And then, out of nowhere, the biggest bear you've ever seen!

His hide littered with the weapons of fallen warriors, his face scarred, with one dead eye.

I drew my sword and...

Woosh! With one swipe his sword shattered

and then chomp! Dad's leg was clean off! Down the monster's throat it went.

Oh, that's my favourite part!

Mor'du has never been seen since!

And is roaming the wilds waiting his chance of revenge! Arrrgh!

Let him return. I'll finish what I'd guddled in the first place.

Merida, a princess does not place her weapons on the table

Mom!

It's just my bow!

A princess should not have weapons in my opinion.

Leave her be! Princess or not, learning to fight is essential.

Mom, you'll never guess what I did today.

Mhm?

I climbed the Queen's Tooth and drank from the Fire Falls!

Fire Falls? They say only the ancient kings were brave enough to drink the fire.

What did you do, dear?

Nothing, mom.

Hungry, aren't we?

Mom!

You'll get dreadful gollywobbles!

Oh Fergus! Will you look at your daughter's plate?

So what?

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