Not everyone is born the same. Some are born smart, others creative, but this story is about a family born with something completely different for everyone else.
The alfson family was one of a few family's born with something no else had.
They were...
Chief Maddox had died in his sleep. The village was in mourning. Charmaine dressed his father in his favourite shirt. Preparations were underway. Charmaine was to come chief and maddox was to be honoured.
No one missed Osborn. The sweet lady that had raised him dead many summers ago.
Hours had passed and charmaine refused to leave her father's side. The door opened and rune walked in.
"Hey, charmaine." He walked over to her.
"Hi." She turned her head over in her arms that were resting on the bed. He sat beside and copied her. There giggled at each other.
"Are you OK?"
"Yea...I think I am." She meant what she said. "There is something I have to tell you rune."
"What is it?" He smiled at her.
"I love you rune and I mean as more than a friend."
"I love you too charmaine. I always have." He meant it. He grabbed her hand and gently pulled her towards him. With one little pull, he was kissing her.
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Later that night, the village was gathered at the dock. Maddox was in a small ship. Covered in fur and riches, their father would have everything he would need for Valhalla. Alec gently pushed the ship off the dock.
They watched him sail away. When he was far enough, Charmaine lit an arrow and raised t to the sky. She let out a breath and released the arrow. It flew into the sky the started down to the water. It landed on the ship. A dozen fir-lit arrows followed hers. The ship lit on fire. They all watched as the chief passed to Valhalla.
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The village was in the main hall. Dressed head to toe in jewels, furs and golds was charmaine. She stood one step below the throne. While her brother stood in front of her.
In his hand, a gold cup, filled with goat's blood. Alec dipped his fingers in and brought them to charmaine's forehead. He draws the alfson crest on her forehead. It was a dragon wrapped in a circle, with its wings slightly out.
The room was quiet, except for the single drum beat. The fire was lit was the throne gave off there red glow. Alec handed the cup to marcus. He was handed a gold crown with red rudy created in it. He looked at his sister and smiled. She smiled back. He raised the crown over her head.
"With this crown and crest, you shell be chief."
He brought the crown down on to head. She stood up and alec moved over to the side. Charmaine walked the last step up and looked at her new throne. She rubbed her hand against the arm and smiled, remembering all the good times she and her father had. She turned around and looked at the crowd. She sat down on her new throne.
The village cheered as their new chief took their place on her throne.
Rune smiled at the bottom of the stairs and his girl. She smiled back. She had lost her father but had gained something else. She still missed her father terribly and felt she would cry any minute but she stayed strong. Just her father taught her.
Later that night, charmaine lay in bed with rune. She was wrapped in his arms. She wished to stay there forever. His brothers were sleeping and the village was quiet. All was right. She lost her father but she had not lost the war. When she closed her eyes, she saw him. He waved to her and then walked away, towards women. When he got to her, they kissed. It was her mother. They both turned and wave goodbye to charmaine. She waved back, tears rolling down her cheek.
She woke with a start.
"What's wrong, my love." Rune popped up with her. Charmaine breathed out and smiled. She nodded and ran.
"Yes. Yes, my love. I am perfect." She kiss him and laid back down. Rune was too tired to care. He laid back down and wrapped his arms around her waist.
