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DISCLAIMER : I apologize in advance for my bad attempts at trying to write down Scottish accents. English is not my native language, so isn't even more Scottish accent and slang, and the worst is I tried to write down different Scottish accents GOD HELP ME ! This takes place juster after the events of the MacBreath episode, and with more precisions just after this little comic I have made http://www.furaffinity.net/view/25979613/ . This is gonna be short I think.
Not far from the royal castle of Scotland was the royal golf course. In the royal golf course was the Club of Saint Andrew, able to be removed from its stone only from a Furnace's hand. And not far from the Club of Saint Andrew in the royal golf course was the house of their guardian, Duncan.
Duncan was a middle-aged dragon who had always lived a pretty life. He had grown up in a lovely family with his parents, MacKenna and Aisla, and his brother and sister, Lachlan and Kenina. His father was the royal gardener, who was friend with the guardian of the golf and the Club at the time. Being childless, he as looking for a successor. Seeing an excuse to always play golf and having a rather good life salary, he immediatly became candidate for his succession. And the only one, so he became the next guardian at 20 as soon as the former retired. It was great, he could golf all day, nap, have walks, and as he had purposely built his own house next to the place he could just go back home to read, eat or if it were raining, watching the sacred Club from his window. The rule was simple. One try each. It was a tourist attraction, a laughing friends gathering point, a place to try to prove themselves from people who sincerely wanted to check if they had royal Furnace blood... He had never tried himself. He was sure to be a commoner anyway. He was there to greet any candidate and give a speech about how sacred it is, how is duty as a guardian was important and of course to pull only once a person. And he had a good face remembry, useful for a guardian. He also was there to kick the heck out of anyone who would happen to be hostile around the club or to him, he had good swings with his own club ; and being a Scott, a real one with 100% Scot blood, he had quite the temper if ticked off. It happened from time to time. And whenever it went calmly and they just followed the rules of the Club, it never worked. Never he crossed path with someone who had been a Furnace all along without knowing it earlier. The only one who managed to pull it out was someone who knew being a Furnace already, King William himself, that day he pulled it out to inspect it himself to see if it needed to be cleaned up from rust or not.
It was fun, he loved his job, not only for the reasons I quoted but it made him saw different people, either for the golf course or the Club, and it was never boring. He met some of his friends there. And even one human woman who would become more than his friend.
About 10 months after he became a guardian, another candidate came, but what a strange candidate. A human ! A human woman, to be precise. A ginger of his age looking very determined, to be even more. She said she wanted to see if she were a Furnace in order to become queen. Duncan did not know what to say. A human ? Furnaces are dragons. But she had the right to try, after all maybe an ancestor... As he expected she failed. But she refused to leave and kept trying and trying and trying determined to gather enough strenght ! He tried to remove her away from the Club but she was hissing and struggling shouting she wanted the crow ! Crazy female ! And it became usual. She kept sneaking her way to the Club of Saint Andrew everyday to try to remove it, either with her bare hands or with many tools ; Duncan was getting tired of this lunatic and always had to prevent her from messing with the precious item, even if being magical it never got any damage. She was more ingenious and more ridiculous as days passed. All of that because nobody allowed her to be the queen when she her friends (whom houses she burnt in a fit of rage) never let her play the queen in their doll games. Her name was Donella.
And yet some sort of enemy-friend relationship grew after about one year and a half, he got so used to her coming and him pushing her away he grew casual about it, so did she expecthing him to come and kick her away and the precious club to be stubborn to her will. They even ended up hanging out before or after her daily trials, he had to watch her but it did amuse him to see what a nut she was, and it did amuse her to see how he would get angry and suspicious about every word suggesting an eventual new trial or plan. But they did enjoy each other's personalities that rivalry aside.
And guess what ? Aproximatively 2 years later, they even started to date ! Yes, one could think a guardian of a magical object and an insane girl always trying to break the rules around this object would not last, but no ! Despite the fact the rivalry around the Club did not stopped, they did act as a real couple, having dates, being cute to each other... Her total enthusiasm and overreactions about anything and her some sort of craziness completed his more calm and serious but still happy-go-lucky and open personality. I mean, she convinced him to have their first time on the pile of hay he had behind his house at lunchbreak. She would never cease to surprise him and that was good for his sometimes too redundant guardian life, while she truely liked to see someone opposing her actions and being oh so strongly and smart as he always succeeded in stopping her, it gave her adrenaline. And they had a lot of tastes and hobbies in common. The more you know, they ended up to marry 2 more years later !
Now, Duncan's life as the guardian, as good as it already was, was even better as he would spend almost all his days the one he loved, he not having that many friends and not really having vacations. Donella's trials at pulling the Club of Saint Andrew would become less frequent as now she would have to support her husband's job now they shared the same life, buuuuut sometimes the idea of a crown was too tempting and it would not be rare for the passing golfers to see the swearing guardian of the golf course and of the Club trying to pull his yelling wife away from the object in question.
However, she definitely stopped her shenanigans when their daughter was born when she and Duncan were 29. It was very hard for dragons and humans to reproduce, although not impossible, making hybrid babies quite rare and sometimes victims of descrimination in some places of the world (fortunately not in Great Britain). Donella and Duncan had never used protection, when they were dating because they knew the chances were few anyway, and as they married hopping they could have the privilege to have one of those babies. And it worked after 2 years of marriage. Now Duncan and Donella's life was even better, they loved that tiny horned, winged, clawed and fanged baby covered in scales, ginger like her mother, with the same 3 spikes on her nose her father has on his snout. Duncan chose to call her Kenna, as a big tribute to his father MacKenna. His life was even more complete now he had an even more precious treasure to guard over... It didn't mean stopping being guarding the Club though no no ! Even if Donella stopped to fully be a responsible mother. She was trying her best.
Anyway, Duncan's life was simple and it was good that way... until 16 years later some British dragons came to the kingdom after King William's death. And neither his nor his family's lives would ever be the same again.
In 16 years, some things had changed while others had remained the same. Duncan was still a guardian playing golf all day, Donella was still a craze but fortunately for others she was limited thanks to her maternal instinct, they still were as in love and close as the first day and they loved Kenna even more. Yet she was not the cute little baby giggling at her parents' funny faces, or the happy little girl enjoying her mother's jokes and playing golf with her father. It had been 2 years (wow again 2 years what's the deal with it ?!) she was in a big goth phase and adolecence crisis. She was grumpy, sarcastic, rebellious, tended to skip school or to ignore her parents' scolding, thought they were losers, hated herself, loved dark and edgy things... She had dyed her beautiful redhair in black, heresy in the eyes of her parents ! And she better not see boys Duncan hoped, Scottish fathers of girls are overprotective about that. Duncan himself changed a bit. Positive thing : he finally managed to grow the beard he always wished for. Negative things : he now had some wrinkles under the eyes, had gotten a potbelly, and worse, he was balding, and hiding it in shame with a golfing cap. At least Donella still found him handsome. She still was herself, only thing that changed was she now stopped to straighten up her hair and let it wavy is it naturally is, tried to be more femine (now she has to be a responsible mother she thought she could fit in when waiting for her daughter at school) with makeup and she too got some wrinkles under the eyes, but she still looks the same those aside.
That day, it was one o'clock. Donella was furious. It had been ONE HOUR she and Kenna (who couldn't care less anyway) had waited for Duncan for lunch ! She had asked her daughter to warm it up with her fire 4 times already !
"Where cou'd be yer blasted paw again !" she growled, glaring at the entrance door arms crossed.
"Es ef I wou'd know et meself." she sarcastically answered in her usual monotone goth voice.
Donella gritted her teeth, impatient, not listening to her daughter. If she were a dragoness, smoke would go out of her nostrills.
"PAH ! Feck et !" she exclaimed going back to the table "Me be hungry, Me dinnae want tae wait any longer !"
"Glad ye say so, maw. I was tired to breath on yer soup anywae." the teen said rolling her eyes.
"Ye paw be late again." Donella repeated more for herself than Kenna while pouring soup in a bowl "Me swe'r, he be gunna hear from me !"
"Knowin' him, he be gunna come up with a glaikit excuse."
Suddenly, Duncan kicked open the door so violently the plates and spoons on the table jumped, so did Donella accidently droppping her soup-filled bowl on Kenna's head.
"LASSES !" he shouted frantically "SWEET MCGREGOR GUESS WHAT !?"
There was some excitment in his voice one could notice. And he did look excited and looked at his family with a huge grin... before it to fade when realizing they were more confused and scared than anything else ; and Kenna dripping in soup.
"...Sorry I didn't mean tae scare ye..." he said embarrissingly.
Still holding her heart after that shock, Donella frowned angrily.
"YE." she said, walking to him "When Me say we eat at noon, we eat at noon ! Doo ye have any idea how hard et be tae cook with a time limit ?!"
"Soup ? Hard ? Och, that and pasta be the only things I know tae doo."
"Dinnae play with me patience ! Now ye go have a seat und-"
Something caught her eyes. Something shiny. She looked up. Her husband was not wearing his usual cap... but a golden crown ?... Wait what ? He smiled seeing she was noticing.
"...Wit... wit be that ?" she blinked.
"A crown, hunny, why ?" he cockily answered.
"Ye know wit Me mean ! Wit be a crown dooin' on yer head ?!"
"That's what I said when I said guess what !" he proudly said "I-"
"Ye stole the royal crown ?!" exclaimed Kenna with some shock and horror in her voice for once, removing the bowl and trying to clean up her hair "Wit the heck paw ?! Wanna die ?!"
"What ?! Naw naw naw ye got et aw wrong melass !" he said shaking his head.
Donella eagerly added something after some seconds of reflection, stars in her eyes.
"Gasp ! The king lended et tae ye so ye wou'd clean et up ?! Wit a honour ! Can Me wear et ? Pleasepleasepleaseplease !"
"Haha, et be even better than that !" he chuckled, before proudly posing "I be the new King o' Scotland !"
Silence ensued. Followed by his silent wife and daughter to jawdrop and exclaim "WIIIIIIIIT ?!!!" at the same time.
"I know, this sounds mad, but look" he said presenting the Club of Saint Andrew he was hiding behind his back "I pulled the Club only Furnaces can pull !"
"UUUUH ?!! THE CLUB ?!" shouted Donella, taking the club and inspecting it to see if it were the real one "Et... Et be the right one !... H-how ?!... Me-Me tried for years, und... Und... Und ye tried just once und et worked ?!..."
"Well, I didn't mean to pull et... IIIII... got carried away in my need tae hit some fat Englishman I caught the first thing next to me not realizin' what et was..." he explained quite embarrassingly. "But look at the bright side, now I be king and ye be me queen !"
Donella had to take a sit, staring in utter shock at the void. Duncan noticed and approached her, not realizing his daughter was in the same shock, just standing straight however.
"Donella ?" he asked worringly "Doo ye be awright ?"
She hastily turnt to him with a slasher smile and the same crazy look she had when she would always try to pull out the Club and jumped at his neck.
"ME ALWAYS WANTED TAE BE QUEEN AND NOW ME BE !" swinging on her spouse's neck "ME FINALLY BE ME FINALLY BE !"
Relieved to see she was fine and reassured to see she was taking the news well, he swirled around swinging her, both of them laughing "queen" and "king"
"Now" he said when stopping to swirl "I guess et means I have whole new and more important than ever responsibilities, but I suppose et has to be so-"
He got interrupted as his spouse kissed him passionately.
"Ooooh, Me be queen thanks tae ye, me luv !... Me do not know how tae thank ye~"
Duncan grinned and was about to answer when :
"WHY DID YE DOO THAT !" Kenna cried in rage interrupting her parents romantic behaviour.
They paused, staring at her.
"W-what doo ye say that, Kenna ?..." Duncan asked.
"We were gud the way we were !" she protested, gritting her fangs "Now we have tae change ? Tae be limited ? Tae have the whole responsibility of a kingdom on our shoulders ? Me tae be be queen ?! No way I won't accept that !"
She rushed upstairs and slammed her bedroom's door. Donella tried to stop her but it was too late.
"...I suppose she will get used to that, now we have no choice anyway." Duncan commented, shrugging feeling uneasy about his daughter's refusal of the situation.
"Well, et be true she has grown up used to this life..." Donella added joining Duncan again downstairs "Maybe if ye had pulled et when she was a wee lassie she would have agreed with more eas-"
She stopped. She paused. She puzzled. She frowned angrily.
"...Ye have been guardian of this Club for 25 years straight. Und ye never had the idea tae try tae pull et ?!"
He gulped. It's true said like that it sounded stupid. Today was a day of embarrassment at home !
"Weeeeeeell... I didn't see why I wou'd have tae prove myself anythin' ?..." he answered with a stupid grin sweating nervously "I mean I know who me parents be !..."
"HMF ! Aw Me know we could have had a princess weddin' und we cou'd have had lived without workin' ef ye had been more curious about yer origins !"
Duncan was about protest when something sparkled in his mind. Curious about his origins. His parents. The fact King William's ghost had called him a Furnace when he saw him with the crown. The rule he had known all his life that only Furnaces could pull this Club. It finally clicked. Wait...
"Wait a second..." he realized "...I be a Furnace ?..."
"Duh." Donella retorted "Ye never stopped repeatin' me Me was not a Furnace es Me kept failing pullin' the Club out in years while ye just did in some seconds not even realizin' et. Life can be so ironic..."
Wait. Wait wait wait... If he had had royal blood in his veins, so one of his parents did too... So why had they never said anything ? Why had they always lived as humble commoners ? Did they know as well or like their son had no idea ? So his siblings were royal too right ?
"...Donella. I... I need tae go visit my parents. I need tae have precisions aboot et aw."
"Sounds fair. Be back in time for dinner this time- wait Me and Kenna will be in the castle tonight ?!" she realized.
"Well et be our home now. And we will have cooks at our disposition."
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" she fangirled so hard it hurt the dragon's ears "Hey Me just remembered... Before ye pulled out the Club, wasn't MacBreath the king ? Wit hapened to him then ?"
"Et be a long story, I'll tell ye tonight. I'll see ya tonight dear." he said kissing her cheek and leaving the house.
She remained alone in the room, shaking her head, fists on her hips. She noticed the legendary Club was on the floor. She knew now they had to put it back in the rock for other people to try... But she had waited so long to have it in her hands she played sword with it with an imaginery dummy with her mouth making big "swoosh" and "tuck".
In the village was Duncan's childhood home, where his old parents still lived. MacKenna was sleeping in a rocking chair while Aisla was watering flowers. She noticed a familiar shape approaching the house. Reajusting her glasses, she recognized her eldest son waving at her. She eagerly smiled.
"MacKenna !" she called, waking him up in a sudden, making almost fall from his chair "Luk who be comin' !"
After having checked if his heart were still beating, MacKenna could turn and see his son being hugged by his mother. It did calmed down a bit.
"Duncan !" he exclaimed weakly coming to him thanks to his cane "What brings ye here melad ?"
"How dooes be yer wifie ? And dooes Kenna be growin' up well ? Doo ye be eatin' correctly ?"
"Aye maw thank ye." the new king chuckled "I-"
"Myyyy look at that !" MacKenna cut.
Duncan thought it was about his crown, and grinning proudly was about to say something when his father cut again :
"Ye got some more belly didn't ye ?" poking his son's potbelly with his cane.
"...Hem... Aye I suppose I took one more pound..." he confirmed looking away annoyed.
Only his mother finally noticed.
"Hunny... What does be this thing on yer skull ?"
"Ah finally !" it escaped from his mouth "Maw. Paw. Ye two will be so proud o' yer eldest son. I be King o' Scotland !"
The parents paused. Stared at him. In silence.
"...What ?..." Aisla asked again.
"I pulled out the Club o' Saint Andrew, and MacBreath havin' been the murderer o' King WIlliam, he got arrested."
He was expecting his parents to be excited. But instead, he saw them looking at each other looking resigned. He did not understand why. Shouldn't they be excited ? It looked like they... knew something ?...
"...So ?..." Duncan asked.
His parents remembered they had to answer something. They grinned fakely.
"Oh... We... We cannot believe et... Oooh we cannot believe et..." Aisla commented at first with a grin, then more to herself looking away, her grin fading.
"We... be very proud o' ye, melad !..." MacKenna said "Very... Haha !... A king !... In the family !... Ye will have a great life..."
Now something was off for sure, Duncan thought. He breathed in and said why he came for.
"I... feel like I shou'd remind ye that only Furnaces can pull et. Sooo... I have Furnace blud ?"
He thought he heard a whine from one of his parents but didn't know which. Indeed, both looked desperate, the father looking up as if he were begging God to forgive him and the mother looking down as if it aboid anyone's look.
"Awright that's enough !" Duncan said slightly rising a tone "I wanted to ask ef WE had a Furnace ancestor or some sort, but seein' yer faces ye are hidin' somethin' from me, so I asked about myself only ! WHY did I be able to pull et out ?!"
Aisla and MacKenna looked at each other, resigned.
"...Duncan..." MacKenna ended up to start "...There be somethin' ye shou'd know... Ye... shou'd have a seat..."
Duncan didn't understand what his father meant. He just squinted slightly both suspicious and curious, but sat in case. Aisla breathed in after she and her husban mumbled something, as if they were agreeing she should tell the news.
"Duncan..." she breathed out "Ye be my son but... Yer paw be not yer paw..."
"Aaaah pheeeeeeew !" Duncan sighed out "I was sure ye were about tae say I had been adopt-"
He paused. What ? Just... What ?! He blinked twice. He saw his father saddly nodding at him.
"...What ?..." Duncan repeated, baffled, breathing more and more loudly, his irises fidgetting in every direction not knowing where to look at "Ye... Maw ?!... What ?... WHAT ?!... I... I be an adulterous child ?!!... M-Maw !... H-how cou'd ye doo that tae Paw ?!! Paw !... How cou'd ye tolerate that from yer wife !..."
"Duncan, ca'm doon..." Duncan said "She did nawt cheat on me. In fact... we... married because she already was pregnant o' someone else and being a single mother dooesn't bee a gud thin', ye know."
Duncan indeed was happy to be on his seat. He did not know how to feel anymore. His father, that so loving man he named his daughter after, was not his ?...
"...Pregnant ?..." he asked in a muttering tone turning to his mother with pleading eyes "O'... O' who ?..."
She looked at her middle aged baby with guilt. She had to close her eyes.
"O'... a Furnace... and nawt any... He was King William's paw... Lord Keith."
On Discord, I told the members my headcanon for Duncan's past and HIDDEN past explaining how he, guardian of the Club of Saint Andrew, never knew until the episode in which he appears he was a royal, and it inspired me to write it better than just a rough HC summary. So only one logical conclusion : a royal bastard. Kind of cool from a kids cartoon ! But eh, Allfire/Arthut himself didn't know he was a royal until he pulled the sword out, so heh it's a usual matter...
Sorry if the introduction about his past life is a bit long but I thought it was necessary to establish who he is. Underrated character, he deserved to appear more. Second part soon !
Blazing Dragons and Duncan © Terry Jones
Donella, Kenna, MacKenna, Aisla, fanfic, idea and theories © me
DISCLAIMER : I apologize in advance for my bad attempts at trying to write down Scottish accents. English is not my native language, so isn't even more Scottish accent and slang, and the worst is I tried to write down different Scottish accents GOD HELP ME ! This takes place juster after the events of the MacBreath episode, and with more precisions just after this little comic I have made http://www.furaffinity.net/view/25979613/ . This is gonna be short I think.
Not far from the royal castle of Scotland was the royal golf course. In the royal golf course was the Club of Saint Andrew, able to be removed from its stone only from a Furnace's hand. And not far from the Club of Saint Andrew in the royal golf course was the house of their guardian, Duncan.
Duncan was a middle-aged dragon who had always lived a pretty life. He had grown up in a lovely family with his parents, MacKenna and Aisla, and his brother and sister, Lachlan and Kenina. His father was the royal gardener, who was friend with the guardian of the golf and the Club at the time. Being childless, he as looking for a successor. Seeing an excuse to always play golf and having a rather good life salary, he immediatly became candidate for his succession. And the only one, so he became the next guardian at 20 as soon as the former retired. It was great, he could golf all day, nap, have walks, and as he had purposely built his own house next to the place he could just go back home to read, eat or if it were raining, watching the sacred Club from his window. The rule was simple. One try each. It was a tourist attraction, a laughing friends gathering point, a place to try to prove themselves from people who sincerely wanted to check if they had royal Furnace blood... He had never tried himself. He was sure to be a commoner anyway. He was there to greet any candidate and give a speech about how sacred it is, how is duty as a guardian was important and of course to pull only once a person. And he had a good face remembry, useful for a guardian. He also was there to kick the heck out of anyone who would happen to be hostile around the club or to him, he had good swings with his own club ; and being a Scott, a real one with 100% Scot blood, he had quite the temper if ticked off. It happened from time to time. And whenever it went calmly and they just followed the rules of the Club, it never worked. Never he crossed path with someone who had been a Furnace all along without knowing it earlier. The only one who managed to pull it out was someone who knew being a Furnace already, King William himself, that day he pulled it out to inspect it himself to see if it needed to be cleaned up from rust or not.
It was fun, he loved his job, not only for the reasons I quoted but it made him saw different people, either for the golf course or the Club, and it was never boring. He met some of his friends there. And even one human woman who would become more than his friend.
About 10 months after he became a guardian, another candidate came, but what a strange candidate. A human ! A human woman, to be precise. A ginger of his age looking very determined, to be even more. She said she wanted to see if she were a Furnace in order to become queen. Duncan did not know what to say. A human ? Furnaces are dragons. But she had the right to try, after all maybe an ancestor... As he expected she failed. But she refused to leave and kept trying and trying and trying determined to gather enough strenght ! He tried to remove her away from the Club but she was hissing and struggling shouting she wanted the crow ! Crazy female ! And it became usual. She kept sneaking her way to the Club of Saint Andrew everyday to try to remove it, either with her bare hands or with many tools ; Duncan was getting tired of this lunatic and always had to prevent her from messing with the precious item, even if being magical it never got any damage. She was more ingenious and more ridiculous as days passed. All of that because nobody allowed her to be the queen when she her friends (whom houses she burnt in a fit of rage) never let her play the queen in their doll games. Her name was Donella.
And yet some sort of enemy-friend relationship grew after about one year and a half, he got so used to her coming and him pushing her away he grew casual about it, so did she expecthing him to come and kick her away and the precious club to be stubborn to her will. They even ended up hanging out before or after her daily trials, he had to watch her but it did amuse him to see what a nut she was, and it did amuse her to see how he would get angry and suspicious about every word suggesting an eventual new trial or plan. But they did enjoy each other's personalities that rivalry aside.
And guess what ? Aproximatively 2 years later, they even started to date ! Yes, one could think a guardian of a magical object and an insane girl always trying to break the rules around this object would not last, but no ! Despite the fact the rivalry around the Club did not stopped, they did act as a real couple, having dates, being cute to each other... Her total enthusiasm and overreactions about anything and her some sort of craziness completed his more calm and serious but still happy-go-lucky and open personality. I mean, she convinced him to have their first time on the pile of hay he had behind his house at lunchbreak. She would never cease to surprise him and that was good for his sometimes too redundant guardian life, while she truely liked to see someone opposing her actions and being oh so strongly and smart as he always succeeded in stopping her, it gave her adrenaline. And they had a lot of tastes and hobbies in common. The more you know, they ended up to marry 2 more years later !
Now, Duncan's life as the guardian, as good as it already was, was even better as he would spend almost all his days the one he loved, he not having that many friends and not really having vacations. Donella's trials at pulling the Club of Saint Andrew would become less frequent as now she would have to support her husband's job now they shared the same life, buuuuut sometimes the idea of a crown was too tempting and it would not be rare for the passing golfers to see the swearing guardian of the golf course and of the Club trying to pull his yelling wife away from the object in question.
However, she definitely stopped her shenanigans when their daughter was born when she and Duncan were 29. It was very hard for dragons and humans to reproduce, although not impossible, making hybrid babies quite rare and sometimes victims of descrimination in some places of the world (fortunately not in Great Britain). Donella and Duncan had never used protection, when they were dating because they knew the chances were few anyway, and as they married hopping they could have the privilege to have one of those babies. And it worked after 2 years of marriage. Now Duncan and Donella's life was even better, they loved that tiny horned, winged, clawed and fanged baby covered in scales, ginger like her mother, with the same 3 spikes on her nose her father has on his snout. Duncan chose to call her Kenna, as a big tribute to his father MacKenna. His life was even more complete now he had an even more precious treasure to guard over... It didn't mean stopping being guarding the Club though no no ! Even if Donella stopped to fully be a responsible mother. She was trying her best.
Anyway, Duncan's life was simple and it was good that way... until 16 years later some British dragons came to the kingdom after King William's death. And neither his nor his family's lives would ever be the same again.
In 16 years, some things had changed while others had remained the same. Duncan was still a guardian playing golf all day, Donella was still a craze but fortunately for others she was limited thanks to her maternal instinct, they still were as in love and close as the first day and they loved Kenna even more. Yet she was not the cute little baby giggling at her parents' funny faces, or the happy little girl enjoying her mother's jokes and playing golf with her father. It had been 2 years (wow again 2 years what's the deal with it ?!) she was in a big goth phase and adolecence crisis. She was grumpy, sarcastic, rebellious, tended to skip school or to ignore her parents' scolding, thought they were losers, hated herself, loved dark and edgy things... She had dyed her beautiful redhair in black, heresy in the eyes of her parents ! And she better not see boys Duncan hoped, Scottish fathers of girls are overprotective about that. Duncan himself changed a bit. Positive thing : he finally managed to grow the beard he always wished for. Negative things : he now had some wrinkles under the eyes, had gotten a potbelly, and worse, he was balding, and hiding it in shame with a golfing cap. At least Donella still found him handsome. She still was herself, only thing that changed was she now stopped to straighten up her hair and let it wavy is it naturally is, tried to be more femine (now she has to be a responsible mother she thought she could fit in when waiting for her daughter at school) with makeup and she too got some wrinkles under the eyes, but she still looks the same those aside.
That day, it was one o'clock. Donella was furious. It had been ONE HOUR she and Kenna (who couldn't care less anyway) had waited for Duncan for lunch ! She had asked her daughter to warm it up with her fire 4 times already !
"Where cou'd be yer blasted paw again !" she growled, glaring at the entrance door arms crossed.
"Es ef I wou'd know et meself." she sarcastically answered in her usual monotone goth voice.
Donella gritted her teeth, impatient, not listening to her daughter. If she were a dragoness, smoke would go out of her nostrills.
"PAH ! Feck et !" she exclaimed going back to the table "Me be hungry, Me dinnae want tae wait any longer !"
"Glad ye say so, maw. I was tired to breath on yer soup anywae." the teen said rolling her eyes.
"Ye paw be late again." Donella repeated more for herself than Kenna while pouring soup in a bowl "Me swe'r, he be gunna hear from me !"
"Knowin' him, he be gunna come up with a glaikit excuse."
Suddenly, Duncan kicked open the door so violently the plates and spoons on the table jumped, so did Donella accidently droppping her soup-filled bowl on Kenna's head.
"LASSES !" he shouted frantically "SWEET MCGREGOR GUESS WHAT !?"
There was some excitment in his voice one could notice. And he did look excited and looked at his family with a huge grin... before it to fade when realizing they were more confused and scared than anything else ; and Kenna dripping in soup.
"...Sorry I didn't mean tae scare ye..." he said embarrissingly.
Still holding her heart after that shock, Donella frowned angrily.
"YE." she said, walking to him "When Me say we eat at noon, we eat at noon ! Doo ye have any idea how hard et be tae cook with a time limit ?!"
"Soup ? Hard ? Och, that and pasta be the only things I know tae doo."
"Dinnae play with me patience ! Now ye go have a seat und-"
Something caught her eyes. Something shiny. She looked up. Her husband was not wearing his usual cap... but a golden crown ?... Wait what ? He smiled seeing she was noticing.
"...Wit... wit be that ?" she blinked.
"A crown, hunny, why ?" he cockily answered.
"Ye know wit Me mean ! Wit be a crown dooin' on yer head ?!"
"That's what I said when I said guess what !" he proudly said "I-"
"Ye stole the royal crown ?!" exclaimed Kenna with some shock and horror in her voice for once, removing the bowl and trying to clean up her hair "Wit the heck paw ?! Wanna die ?!"
"What ?! Naw naw naw ye got et aw wrong melass !" he said shaking his head.
Donella eagerly added something after some seconds of reflection, stars in her eyes.
"Gasp ! The king lended et tae ye so ye wou'd clean et up ?! Wit a honour ! Can Me wear et ? Pleasepleasepleaseplease !"
"Haha, et be even better than that !" he chuckled, before proudly posing "I be the new King o' Scotland !"
Silence ensued. Followed by his silent wife and daughter to jawdrop and exclaim "WIIIIIIIIT ?!!!" at the same time.
"I know, this sounds mad, but look" he said presenting the Club of Saint Andrew he was hiding behind his back "I pulled the Club only Furnaces can pull !"
"UUUUH ?!! THE CLUB ?!" shouted Donella, taking the club and inspecting it to see if it were the real one "Et... Et be the right one !... H-how ?!... Me-Me tried for years, und... Und... Und ye tried just once und et worked ?!..."
"Well, I didn't mean to pull et... IIIII... got carried away in my need tae hit some fat Englishman I caught the first thing next to me not realizin' what et was..." he explained quite embarrassingly. "But look at the bright side, now I be king and ye be me queen !"
Donella had to take a sit, staring in utter shock at the void. Duncan noticed and approached her, not realizing his daughter was in the same shock, just standing straight however.
"Donella ?" he asked worringly "Doo ye be awright ?"
She hastily turnt to him with a slasher smile and the same crazy look she had when she would always try to pull out the Club and jumped at his neck.
"ME ALWAYS WANTED TAE BE QUEEN AND NOW ME BE !" swinging on her spouse's neck "ME FINALLY BE ME FINALLY BE !"
Relieved to see she was fine and reassured to see she was taking the news well, he swirled around swinging her, both of them laughing "queen" and "king"
"Now" he said when stopping to swirl "I guess et means I have whole new and more important than ever responsibilities, but I suppose et has to be so-"
He got interrupted as his spouse kissed him passionately.
"Ooooh, Me be queen thanks tae ye, me luv !... Me do not know how tae thank ye~"
Duncan grinned and was about to answer when :
"WHY DID YE DOO THAT !" Kenna cried in rage interrupting her parents romantic behaviour.
They paused, staring at her.
"W-what doo ye say that, Kenna ?..." Duncan asked.
"We were gud the way we were !" she protested, gritting her fangs "Now we have tae change ? Tae be limited ? Tae have the whole responsibility of a kingdom on our shoulders ? Me tae be be queen ?! No way I won't accept that !"
She rushed upstairs and slammed her bedroom's door. Donella tried to stop her but it was too late.
"...I suppose she will get used to that, now we have no choice anyway." Duncan commented, shrugging feeling uneasy about his daughter's refusal of the situation.
"Well, et be true she has grown up used to this life..." Donella added joining Duncan again downstairs "Maybe if ye had pulled et when she was a wee lassie she would have agreed with more eas-"
She stopped. She paused. She puzzled. She frowned angrily.
"...Ye have been guardian of this Club for 25 years straight. Und ye never had the idea tae try tae pull et ?!"
He gulped. It's true said like that it sounded stupid. Today was a day of embarrassment at home !
"Weeeeeeell... I didn't see why I wou'd have tae prove myself anythin' ?..." he answered with a stupid grin sweating nervously "I mean I know who me parents be !..."
"HMF ! Aw Me know we could have had a princess weddin' und we cou'd have had lived without workin' ef ye had been more curious about yer origins !"
Duncan was about protest when something sparkled in his mind. Curious about his origins. His parents. The fact King William's ghost had called him a Furnace when he saw him with the crown. The rule he had known all his life that only Furnaces could pull this Club. It finally clicked. Wait...
"Wait a second..." he realized "...I be a Furnace ?..."
"Duh." Donella retorted "Ye never stopped repeatin' me Me was not a Furnace es Me kept failing pullin' the Club out in years while ye just did in some seconds not even realizin' et. Life can be so ironic..."
Wait. Wait wait wait... If he had had royal blood in his veins, so one of his parents did too... So why had they never said anything ? Why had they always lived as humble commoners ? Did they know as well or like their son had no idea ? So his siblings were royal too right ?
"...Donella. I... I need tae go visit my parents. I need tae have precisions aboot et aw."
"Sounds fair. Be back in time for dinner this time- wait Me and Kenna will be in the castle tonight ?!" she realized.
"Well et be our home now. And we will have cooks at our disposition."
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" she fangirled so hard it hurt the dragon's ears "Hey Me just remembered... Before ye pulled out the Club, wasn't MacBreath the king ? Wit hapened to him then ?"
"Et be a long story, I'll tell ye tonight. I'll see ya tonight dear." he said kissing her cheek and leaving the house.
She remained alone in the room, shaking her head, fists on her hips. She noticed the legendary Club was on the floor. She knew now they had to put it back in the rock for other people to try... But she had waited so long to have it in her hands she played sword with it with an imaginery dummy with her mouth making big "swoosh" and "tuck".
In the village was Duncan's childhood home, where his old parents still lived. MacKenna was sleeping in a rocking chair while Aisla was watering flowers. She noticed a familiar shape approaching the house. Reajusting her glasses, she recognized her eldest son waving at her. She eagerly smiled.
"MacKenna !" she called, waking him up in a sudden, making almost fall from his chair "Luk who be comin' !"
After having checked if his heart were still beating, MacKenna could turn and see his son being hugged by his mother. It did calmed down a bit.
"Duncan !" he exclaimed weakly coming to him thanks to his cane "What brings ye here melad ?"
"How dooes be yer wifie ? And dooes Kenna be growin' up well ? Doo ye be eatin' correctly ?"
"Aye maw thank ye." the new king chuckled "I-"
"Myyyy look at that !" MacKenna cut.
Duncan thought it was about his crown, and grinning proudly was about to say something when his father cut again :
"Ye got some more belly didn't ye ?" poking his son's potbelly with his cane.
"...Hem... Aye I suppose I took one more pound..." he confirmed looking away annoyed.
Only his mother finally noticed.
"Hunny... What does be this thing on yer skull ?"
"Ah finally !" it escaped from his mouth "Maw. Paw. Ye two will be so proud o' yer eldest son. I be King o' Scotland !"
The parents paused. Stared at him. In silence.
"...What ?..." Aisla asked again.
"I pulled out the Club o' Saint Andrew, and MacBreath havin' been the murderer o' King WIlliam, he got arrested."
He was expecting his parents to be excited. But instead, he saw them looking at each other looking resigned. He did not understand why. Shouldn't they be excited ? It looked like they... knew something ?...
"...So ?..." Duncan asked.
His parents remembered they had to answer something. They grinned fakely.
"Oh... We... We cannot believe et... Oooh we cannot believe et..." Aisla commented at first with a grin, then more to herself looking away, her grin fading.
"We... be very proud o' ye, melad !..." MacKenna said "Very... Haha !... A king !... In the family !... Ye will have a great life..."
Now something was off for sure, Duncan thought. He breathed in and said why he came for.
"I... feel like I shou'd remind ye that only Furnaces can pull et. Sooo... I have Furnace blud ?"
He thought he heard a whine from one of his parents but didn't know which. Indeed, both looked desperate, the father looking up as if he were begging God to forgive him and the mother looking down as if it aboid anyone's look.
"Awright that's enough !" Duncan said slightly rising a tone "I wanted to ask ef WE had a Furnace ancestor or some sort, but seein' yer faces ye are hidin' somethin' from me, so I asked about myself only ! WHY did I be able to pull et out ?!"
Aisla and MacKenna looked at each other, resigned.
"...Duncan..." MacKenna ended up to start "...There be somethin' ye shou'd know... Ye... shou'd have a seat..."
Duncan didn't understand what his father meant. He just squinted slightly both suspicious and curious, but sat in case. Aisla breathed in after she and her husban mumbled something, as if they were agreeing she should tell the news.
"Duncan..." she breathed out "Ye be my son but... Yer paw be not yer paw..."
"Aaaah pheeeeeeew !" Duncan sighed out "I was sure ye were about tae say I had been adopt-"
He paused. What ? Just... What ?! He blinked twice. He saw his father saddly nodding at him.
"...What ?..." Duncan repeated, baffled, breathing more and more loudly, his irises fidgetting in every direction not knowing where to look at "Ye... Maw ?!... What ?... WHAT ?!... I... I be an adulterous child ?!!... M-Maw !... H-how cou'd ye doo that tae Paw ?!! Paw !... How cou'd ye tolerate that from yer wife !..."
"Duncan, ca'm doon..." Duncan said "She did nawt cheat on me. In fact... we... married because she already was pregnant o' someone else and being a single mother dooesn't bee a gud thin', ye know."
Duncan indeed was happy to be on his seat. He did not know how to feel anymore. His father, that so loving man he named his daughter after, was not his ?...
"...Pregnant ?..." he asked in a muttering tone turning to his mother with pleading eyes "O'... O' who ?..."
She looked at her middle aged baby with guilt. She had to close her eyes.
"O'... a Furnace... and nawt any... He was King William's paw... Lord Keith."
On Discord, I told the members my headcanon for Duncan's past and HIDDEN past explaining how he, guardian of the Club of Saint Andrew, never knew until the episode in which he appears he was a royal, and it inspired me to write it better than just a rough HC summary. So only one logical conclusion : a royal bastard. Kind of cool from a kids cartoon ! But eh, Allfire/Arthut himself didn't know he was a royal until he pulled the sword out, so heh it's a usual matter...
Sorry if the introduction about his past life is a bit long but I thought it was necessary to establish who he is. Underrated character, he deserved to appear more. Second part soon !
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