Zephyr and the woman sat together in silence inside the large hut next to Gothi's. Zephyr stared at her knees, her leggings were dry and flaky with blood and she picked the flakes off with her fingers.
The woman stared intensely at Zephyr, her buff arms crossed and her face showing almost no emotion. Zephyr could tell she definitely wasn't her age, probably a couple of years or so older than her. Her skin was as pale as fresh snow, and her eyes were mismatched colors; one was a light purple and the other was a blueish-gray. Her raven-silver hair was curly and long with streaks of indigo blue with metal beads woven into pieces of her hair.
Her outfit was not like any outfit a Viking would wear on a normal day. Hers was something someone would wear to war. Zephyr gulped. Even looking at her was terrifying. Zephyr then looked off to the side where the man laid, unconscious, in a large bed. His chest was wrapped in bandages, and his face was glistening in salve. His long hair was wet and pulled away from his face, and his beard as shaved and trimmed.
"Sooo..." Zephyr trilled. "Are you his guard or something?"
"Daughter." The woman said curtly.
"Oh." Zephyr said, surprised.
'Great. A chief's daughter...' Zephyr thought glumly.
"I am sorry." The woman said suddenly. Zephyr looked up, surprised. "For knocking you out."
"Um, thank you." Zephyr managed to say. "I'm a chief's daughter, too."
The woman cocked her head, her mismatched eyes seemingly staring into her soul. "You don't look like one." She said. "You dress like a peasant woman." Zephyr's face burned red with surprise embarrassment.
The woman barked with cruel laughter. "I jest! I am Dae Blackfydre, Sardana to the Jabberwocky Tribe. And you?"
"My name is Zephyr..." Zephyr said. "Haddock." She added in at the last second. "What's a Jabberwocky?" Dae stared at her like she was an idiot.
"A powerful creature with the gift of fire breath." Dae explained.
"Oh, so a dragon?"
"No. Jabberwocky."
Dae and Zephyr stared at each other for a little while until Zephyr gulped again.
"How did you end up at New Berk?" Zephyr questioned. Dae sighed and sat down on a stool near her father's bed.
"We are originally from Blood Briar Island, on the other side of the Barbaric Archipelago. That is where our tribe lives. Resources on our homeland was diminishing quickly, and winter would soon be upon us." Dae explained. "Myself, my father, Chief Ragnar, and a couple of our tribesmen were traveling through the Meridian of Misery in search of a new island to call home when disaster struck."
Dae sucked in a breath and continued: "A large monster emerged from the depths of the ocean and attacked us. It flew into the air, blasting apart our ship, swallowing handfuls of men whole with its razor sharp jaws and seemingly endless mouth. But the roar that beast let out...I will never forget. It was if all the horrible sounds in the entire world mushed together in a horrific symphony. That's what it sounded like."
"Wait... it flew?" Zephyr said, but Dae didn't seem to hear.
"As soon as the creature reached the sea level, it seemed to disappear underneath its wave of destruction. I was only mildly injured, but my father and our men..."
Dae's eyes became stormy. "All of our men were dead. My father was breathing, barely. I lifted my father upon driftwood and swam to the nearest island I could find...your island. I don't know what would've happened to him if you hadn't found him..." Dae looked towards her sleeping father on the bed and the tiniest bit of emotion seeped from her face. "He's all I have left in this world."
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Lightning And Fire
Fanfiction"This is New Berk. It's twelve days North of hopeless, and a few degrees South of freezing to death. It's located solidly on the Meridian of Misery. My village. In a word, sturdy. It's been here for seven generations, but every single building is ne...
