Viking With A Heart

Chapter 7 (Reworked)

Eliza's POV:

We get to the pen that usually holds our village's pigs and I see it only holding girls around anywhere from 16 to 25, and about 5 have been marked like I have. As the man holding me is being nodded at and leading me in I notice two girls huddled crying by the shop wall. All I could do was cry and run to her, because I realized it was Bethany and Olivia. When I get my arms around her I shocked her until she realized it was me and hugged me back while crying. I pulled away and pushed some of her dark brown hair out of her face and started wiping her tears. I noticed she and her sister were covered in dirt so I spoke up. "Beth, are you and Olivia okay?"

Her voice cracked as she spoke, "She tried to run out after mom and dad, so I grabbed her and tried to after getting out a window but didn't make it far before running into a boy. He couldn't have been older than seventeen. He pulled out a knife and carved an L on my shoulder. He was about to kill her but I stepped in front of her so he just dragged us here. I didn't know if you or the others were going to make it, but I prayed you did, and I've been praying for the souls to find peace for those who have been killed."

"I got marked too, but mines an A; I can't help but wonder what it means because only seven of us have them the other 10 don't. I can't help but worry. You keep praying I am going to do a check for something." With that being said I leave her to pray and start checking on the other girls here are okay. I notice that the other five marks are an H, R, W, B, and T. All of them look inflamed and I worry about infection, and Beth's and mine are starting to get that way as well. As I am checking on the other 10 girls a tall man walks in carrying a female body like a child. When he puts her down she notices me and runs to me. I recognize Delilah and see that she has an M in the same place Beth and I have our letters. I walk her over to Beth and they start to pray together for the loss of their parents, the loss of loved ones, and the loss of our people.

I walk over to the guards at the front of the pen and one notices my shoulder. But I begin to speak. "Can you understand me?" He looks at me like he is confused. "I need to get some things from a shop if I could. These marking things are going to get infected if I don't do anything about it." Again just stared at me, so I threw my hands up and raised my voice, "I need to go get some things so you can either come with me or let me out." With that he kind of put his hands up and backed away then ran off in a direction. When I went to leave the other guy stopped me, I was about to start yelling at him when a pair of arms pulled me back. I turned around to see the guy who cut into my skin. So again I said, "I need to get somethings so either let me go or come with." He looked at me with the look of like he was thinking and I just grunted frustrated with the lack of communication going on. So I grabbed his arm and just pulled him along with me while he kept trying to talk to me in his language that I can't even understand. When I see my mom's medicine shop we head in and I realize that it has been untouched. I am happy about this, and when I enter he enters with me just standing by the door. I am running around grabbing aloe leaves, garlic cloves, a few chamomile flowers, some homemade lavender oil, rosemary leaves, and the jug of water. I then grab two bowls, pulpose grinders, and some bandaging wrap. As I am crushing the garlic to get the juice I feel as if there is someone watching me. When I look up he is looking at me like I am doing the most interesting things and starts walking until he is on the other side of the table just watching me work. I look away trying to ignore the feeling of being watched and after I get the juice I pour it in over the chamomile petals, the aloe leaves, the rosemary leaves, add a few dashes of the lavender oil and start to grind it together.

After I got everything crushed I added some water and grinned it all into a paste. I then grabbed my knapsack that had a pair of scissors in it that I could cut the bandaging with and I put the bandaging in the sack and put it over my shoulder and grab the bowl with the paste. I look to him and he is holding two bags one putting all of the flowers, leaves, bark, and garlic cloves in it. It ranged from oak bark to basil leaves. Then in the other bag he put all of the already made medicinal and oils and put the corks in the jugs for the water. After he tied them closed he looks to me and puts the bags over one shoulder then I take him to the next place and that would be the bakery.