Author: bStormhands PM
Merida incarnates at Disney, and Mulan shows her the ropes of being a Disney Princess. Merida learns how to be a muse to those seeking inspiration. Merida and others fight to help those who need some inspiration to get them through the dark times.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Friendship - Merida - Chapters: 6 - Words: 11,358 - Reviews: 34 - Favs: 30 - Follows: 21 - Updated: 07-04-12 - Published: 06-24-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8252242
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Merida was looking over the Disney park from her room in Cinderella's palace when Mulan crashed into her room.
"Mulan, What's wrong?" she tried to say, but Mulan was talking over her.
"Come with me immediately. We have a Code Red in progress. She saw Brave recently so you have a connection to her." Mulan grabs her hand and they shift away finding themselves in a nice little suburban girl's bedroom. There are a few princess dolls on a shelf, but most of the room is covered with dark posters of various bands.
A redheaded girl is sitting on her bed, tears running down her face. There are earbuds in her ears and a player beside her they can hear the music blaring. The playlist is titled Maximum Depression. Beside the player are razor blades, and a notebook is filled with shaky writing.
Surrounding the bed are muses. On one side are good muses, some Merida recognized, including Brother Bear who had given her quite the turn when they first met. On the other side the evil muses chanting "Do it"
Kenai was yelling at the crying girl. "We had a happy ending in the end. I was changed into a bear and was in despair. It gets better. Turn off that song. Please. You can get through this."
"What's happening? What's a Code Red?" asked Merida, so much was happening, it was all so loud.
"A human life is in danger of ending by their own hand." Mulan says.
"Her parents are divorcing, her boyfriend left her for her best friend. She got a B on her science exam. Her favorite pen ran out of ink and a dozen other things. She's in a bad place right now, the dark place. The current song is "No way out" from Brother Bear. It isn't helping. She saw Brave the other day, she has the soundtrack. I'm hoping that one of your songs might inspire her. Please see if you can reach her."
"And if I can't?" Mulan just shook her head.
Merida touched the girl and tried to invoke the songs of her movie. But the evil muses and the music blaring in the girls ears were so loud, she couldn't really hear her, but there was a small echo. A photon of light in the darkness of the girls spirit. The memory of a beach.
"She can't hear me, they're too loud." Merida was frustrated. She was trying so hard tears were leaking down her evil muses were pushing the good muses away. They were winning.
Chernabog was next to her as Night on Bald Mountain was playing now, urging her to wait for the dawn.
For the embodiment of evil in the Disneyverse he was a good muse, a warning to those who would choose evil, especially compared to the actually evil muses who lead humans to destruction, who were on the other side of the bed trying to encircle the girl.
"It doesn't have to start with music. What else can you try? Hurry." The good muses were being pushed aside by the evil muses. If the circle closed...
The girl had the blade in her hand, and was just running it lightly along her arm, not enough to cut yet, she was still trying to become brave enough to push.
Merida needed to do something else. She felt an affinity within the girl, seeing what was in the girl's mind. The girl had seen that Merida had been brave, brave enough to run away to find a spell, why couldn't there be wisps to lead her to her fate. The wind in her face as she had ridden Angus had reminded her of a beach.
What was there of that beach that drew the girl?
The sound of the surf.
A line of bright red was on the girl's arm now.
The girl had been to the beach and the wind reminded her of Merida's ride and climb to the Fire Falls.
She had made it to the top of the dune and danced in the fading sun, she had won the race and tasted the sweetness of victory, not so much over the others but over herself too often too shy to even try and dare.
But she had dared and tried and won over herself, and danced the victory over the dunes.
Merida had something now and a web of memory built around that one good happy memory. Light was glowing in the girl's spirit now.
The evil muses were screaming and jumping, yelling terrible things about what the girl was like at her. But the girl put down the blade with a shaking hand. Merida and the good muses were singing "Touch The Sky" and it was echoing in the girls mind.
The evil muses redoubled their efforts but the girl clicked away from the music of death and to the Brave soundtrack. The girl was really hearing the song and soon was dancing; the good muses welcomed her and danced with her as the evil muses left the room. The girl danced; chasing the wind and touching the sky.
Then her mother called her for dinner.
"That was wonderful. Is it always like that?" Merida said smiling as they stopped dancing and the others
thanked her and shifted away.
Mulan's smile faded as she became somber. "No."
"But what would have happened to the girl?"
Mulan merely looked at the blood stained blade that had fallen next to the bed.
Author's Note: There is always light, if you come out from the shadow.