Chapter 17: Not a Skaldian

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Enger throws me into the chief's hall roughly by the arm. I fall to the ground, wrecked by the effects my disastrous exam have had on me both physically and emotionally.

"How could you do this?" he demands. "You've just placed the entire village in danger!"

"She won't hurt anyone, I swear!" I say desperately. "She's harmless!"

"Harmless? " Enger bellows. "Someone could have been killed back there!"

"She was protecting me!" I say. "She didn't know--"

"That thing," Enger growls, "is a threat."

"Just because she's a dragon?" I say.

"They've killed hundreds of us!" Enger shouts.

"And we've destroyed millions of them!" I throw back at him. He only gives me a hard glare in response, so I go on, "They only attack us because they have to. It's eat or be eaten in their world. There's a Green Death on their island, a dragon that's worse than anything that's come here before--"

"Their island?" Enger cuts in, suddenly freezing. He bends down and looks me in the eye intensely. "So you've been to the nest?"

"Did I say that?" I say uneasily, only just now hearing the words that have come out of my mouth.

"How did you find it?" Enger demands, towering over me intimidatingly.

"I-- I didn't," I stammer. "Brightwing. No human can find it, only a dragon would be able to--"

I stop, noticing the famous gleam in Enger's eye. Dread fills my stomach. "No," I say softly. "No, no, no. You're making a mistake, you don't know what you're up against--"

"Stop!" Enger says sharply, and I fall silent. "You have brought shame upon yourself and anything you may ever do. You don't deserve to live here. You're not a Viking." He shakes his head, choking on his next words, and I know he's seeing the helpless ten-year-old girl who came to him five years ago, who he accepted as one of his adopted children in the village. "You're not a Skaldian."

He sweeps out of the chief's hall without saying anything else, leaving me to dwell on the sting of his words. And I can't be sure, but I think I see him brush a tear out of the corner of his eye.

The tears fall silently down my cheeks before I can stop them.

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