Legacy of the Blessed

The blessings and The legacy

On the aged Dock of the island, claimed by the vikings known today as the hairy holigans. A man whose very presence radiated an aura of strength that envelops all those who stood next to him. A man of a strong stature, a broad back, chestnut brown hair and beard, a twin blade battle axed strapped to his back and green eyes that held authority in them. This man was Stoick the Vast, chief of the hairy hooligans.

Looking out to see, the man said no words as others came to his side, seemingly waiting for something. A ship appears with the rising sun, a long ship capable of hold at most 20 people plus equipment. On said ship a boy..no a man stood at the front, dark brown hair, a sturdy build fit for a true viking. 2 things stood out about this man, one was his green eyes, eyes so green and bright one would think they were stolen from the night sky, eyes that held a similar authoritative aura like his father standing and waiting at the docks, an aura of strength and protection. The other thing that stood out was the spear shaped symbol on his left forearm and the runes surrounding it, power radiated from that tattoo, one that held a mysterious presence.
To his left, a beautiful blue-eyed blonde stood by him, a strong demeanour and muscles built for balanced strength and speed. On her back was a tattoo similar to the man beside her, a symbol of two wings, wings of the valkyrie a blessing from the goddes Freya. It, too, radiated a mysterious aura.

As the boat reaches the Dock, 6 people exit it, holding their luggage while being helped by the other vikings. The man with green eyes looked towards Stoick. The air around the two was heavy as their aura was on display at full power, Stoick laughed and hugged his son, welcoming him home from his viking initiation.
"Eldor, I can feel you come with good news, you and the young las."
The now named man, 15 year old Eldor, "first son" of Stoick the Vast, smiled and showed him the spear symbol on his forearm.
"The spear of Odin, Gungir. This will grant you the strength needed to protect the tribe, the courage needed to face all your enemies head on, and the wisdom to lead the army."
"I shall use it to the best of my abilities, father,"

As the villagers cheered the young man and praised him for his success, Stoicks eyes search for the young lass as he sensed a great aura emanating from her, one he had not sensed since his late wife Valka.

Astrid stands proudly in the centre of the room in Hofferson, her back straight, showcasing the intricate wing tattoo that adorns her shoulder blade. Her parents beamed with pride.
Aatrids' father clapped his hands, "Freya's chosen warrior! That's my girl!"
Astrid's smile widens. Her mother steps forward, her eyes shining.
Astrid's mother hugs her daughter, lifting her in the process, "The blessings of the Valkyries! You'll be a legend, Astrid."
A knock on the door sounds. Stoick enters, his booming voice filling the room.
"Astrid! Already bearing the mark of a true warrior! Odin himself has chosen you for his halls."
Astrid puffs out her chest, a blush creeping up her cheeks. Stoick turns to her parents, a smile on his face.
"You've raised a daughter worthy of Valhalla."

Stoick leaves the happy family as he has matters to attend to, his side catching up to him.
Eldor walks beside Stoick, his gaze scanning the crowd.
"Where's Freya? Shouldn't she be here to celebrate with us?" Asked the concerned and slightly disappointed older brother.
Stoick hesitates, then sighs. A nearby villager leans in, his voice laced with disapproval.
"She's probably wasting her time with that Hrafen again. It's such a shame, a girl with her mother's gift and the haddock bloodline wasting it with Hic... I mean Hrafen."
Eldor frowns, a hint of jealousy coming from his as he can't understand why Freya prefers the bastard over him. His gaze followed the villager's gaze towards a lone cabin nestled against the mountainside. A weathered sign hangs above the door, reading "Craftsman."

Inside said cabin, 2 people work on an object as if nothing else mattered to them.
Sunlight streams through the window, illuminating a workbench littered with tools and metal scraps. Freya, her golden yellow eyes sparkling with concentration, as she carves runes on a her creation. Beside her, Hrafen, his dull green eyes mirroring her focus even with bags under his them, adds his own intricate design.
The sound of metal hitting metal as the older boy finishes the shape of what looks to be the ends of an iron bracelet. A simple design of a dragon head not known by most in this world, the head of the most mysterious dragon known and unknown to man, the nightfury.
As Hrafen worked on the ends, the 12 year old girl inscribed runes on the main body of the bracelet using a tool most vikings saw as useless, "strength over all," as they say.
They work in companionable silence, the only sound of the clinking of metal. Finally, they both step back, admiring their creation. The bracelet gleams, a testament to their combined skill.
Laughter erupts from the little one as she finishes admiring her work along with Hiccup, "Can you believe we were both so serious the whole time?"
Hrafen throws his head back and laughs, the sound echoing through the cabin.
"Guess we both get a little carried away when it comes to crafting."
Freya smiles, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Maybe a little. But who knows, this bracelet might just change the future."
They burst into laughter once more as they are brought out of their time together with a knock on the door.

"We are closed for today, return tomorrow" the knocks persist, bringing an annoyed sigh from the teen.
The door opens, revealing a tall young man, Eldor, his eyes a sharp look towards his half older brother Hrafen.
"I'm here for my sister, I know she is here with you instead of training." "You seem to forget who you are talking to, dear heir of berk" hatred coming from both of them.
The rustling of a bag is heard in the back as the ravenette carries her tool kit over her shoulder, ready to go home after a long day's play... I mean working.
"Bye, Hiccup" one of only 3 people allowed to call Hrafen by his old name hugged the 17 year old boy before departing with her brother, Eldor.

Festivities through the night was the overall activity as the village celebrated not one but 2 blessings directly from the gods for 2 of their most promising viking warriors. Songs and mead were all that was known for the moment as nothing could spoil the mood of the villagers. Snotloud showed his warrior runes to the older, non married young women as he flexed his muscles striking body builder poses. Fishlegs, rambling to his family about the possibilities of the wisdom rune he obtained from the trip. The twins plotting their next big show off as they marvelled at being touched by the god loki, while not being a symbol from the great one, the runes of trickster and cunning brought them more joy then they have felt since their birth.

In a deep dark cave, bright blue eyes shine, being the only thing that could be seen within the darkness. A deep, unsettling voice revered throughout the cave, bringing shivers to all those who could hear it.
"The time is nigh, my friend"

The 2 symbols that the 2 teens got from their trip to the examination island, a mysterious island where night and day do not follow the world's order, where magic is at it's highest but no one dares to claim the island blessed by the God's and thought to be Odins personal island in the mortal realms