THE LAST KINGDOMin this human skin
I am half war
half peace—noor unnahar
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prologue
The moment Sylvi was born her mother was in awe of her beauty. As if the gods took their time pairing every little detail. Like her brothers before her, she still withheld the strong features of their father while caring her mother's soft delicate features. She had heavy lower lip, beautiful long dirty blonde hair, and full sleek eyebrows. But what made Sylvi special amongst all of her siblings before her, was the color of her eyes. Gradually as she grew older, her blue and brown eye became more prominent. Her mother always used to say, that it was a way of the gods sending a message. That she was put here, in order to remind those who followed, that they are stronger united together. Her mother also believed that her daughter was not only a reminder for their people, but the two brothers as well.
Five years after she was born, her mother met their father in Valhalla. This left the young girl to be left in the hands of her eldest brothers. Despite them budding heads majority of the time, the two swore to protect their youngest sister with their lives...
Sigefrid being the more hardheaded, strict, and violet brother naturally took on the role in training her to become a strong fighter. By the time she was ten, she could deal a dagger well. Eric being the more loving nurturing brother, took on the more motherly side. He taught her kindness, understanding, and discipline.
Although her brothers took time in making her become a well rounded warrior, she was also was a product of her own environment. Naturally being surrounded by reckless and immature Danes, she became disobedient. And with disobedience comes punishment, which can easily tarnish ones relationship if not handled correctly.
An incident that comes to mind is when Sylvi was the age of twelve. Her brothers and their men rode into Northumbria, in order to talk matters with Kjartan and his men.
Once arriving into the city, they were welcome with mixture of cheering and profanity. She could remember the large smiles plastered amongst her brothers faces. Clearly amused of the reaction of the crowd, despite Kjartan and his one eyed son holding an scowl throughout their entire entrance. The two clans were on thin ice, due to Sigefrid's drunken outburst the last time they were invited over. Although despite the leaders distaste, many of his men adored her brothers. How could they not?
Sigefrid quickly dismounted himself, scooping his sister by her underarms, removing her off Eriks horse with ease before slowly placing her two feet the ground.
Before the young girl can thank her eldest brother, a smirking Kjartan struts his way over. "I see the famous two eyed snoronga has grown. What are you, twelve now?" The older man comments snidely, only causing the young girl to scowl.
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