Lightning Chasers

Whirlwind

10 summers since they disappeared.
10 summers since my life changed forever.
My name is Alvi. I am part of the Dusk Lightning clan. I would probably describe myself as an average Viking. You know, medium height, slimish build, the like. I do somewhat stand out on account of my flaming red hiar and electric blue eyes. Not the common sight in my clan. I would say I have good skill with the blade, but the true master is my friend Thorir. But he is not part of my clan. You will see what I mean soon enough. Anyways, thats me. Just an average, ordinary Viking. Exept for one thing.

I have a Skrill.

His name is Whirlwind. My clan disapproves of this, as they pride themselves on being the protectors of the knowledge of the secrets of the Skrill. But what can you do with the dragon that saved your life?
I met Whirlwind 10 years ago. I was a tiny thing, hardly five summers old. My parents and I went to explore new islands. That was my father's position in the clan: explorer and cartographer. We set off in our ship, bright-eyed with the prospect of adventure.
We did find an island, somewhat to the south of ours. Our island is so far north that it is covered in snow and ice for most of the year. This new island was about a week's sail to the south, and had needed resources. We stayed for a few days to gather supplies and for my father to map the island. We failed to notice a storm brewing that night. We set sail, just as the storm hit. It was so intense, we lost all sense of direction. We ended up being bashed against the rocks of an unkown island, and my parents disappeared into the sea. I held on and cried as the storm tore up the boat and as the sea attempted to swallow me as well. As if this wasn't enough, lightning began to stike the water, moving ever closer to the debris I so desperately clung to.
As if by miracle, the storm quieted, and my sobs echoed over empty water. I no longer felt the chill of the sea, but wind rushing against my face and a gentle tug on the back of my tunic. I was to terrified to open my eyes. Eventually I hit soft, warm sand, and gave in to sleep.