𝓡𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓡𝓮𝓫𝓸𝓻𝓷

𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓾𝓮

Violet ran through her burning village, she clutched her tiny new born close to her chest. Screams were heard from all over and they echoed into Violet's head. The sounds of war had been normalised, screams of pain, loss, frustration. But she promised herself it would be different for her child. The baby began to cry and Violet held her tighter and stopped running.

"Shhhhh it's ok" she soothed, cradling the tiny new born in her arms. She continued running through the forest. With every step she took she felt freedom edging closer.

"I just need to make it to the boat" she repeated that sentence in her head. Focusing on the boat, the boat that would lead her and her child to a better life. Violet finally arrived at the beach. Her face lit up with both joy and relief. She began loading up the boat with supplies she had taken and finally rested her child making sure it was supported with many blankets.

"VIOLET!" a shout came from behind her. She whipped her head around, her long brown braid whipping in the air.

"I told you what would happen darling, I have to get her out of here!" she yelled back at her husband. During the past few weeks battles between the Scorched Skull Warriors, the inhabitants of Skull island and the Scorchers, residents of Scorch island, had become relentless. Too many lives were lost. Violet had had enough. Her husband refused to leave his people, he was stubborn, even though they were clearly fighting a losing battle. Violet pushed the boat off shore using all of her muscle power. She narrowed her eyebrows and pushed harder until it was afoot and she climbed on.

"We will meet again!" She yelled back waving as her husband began to run towards the beach where they had taken off. But soon his image was covered with smoke as fires covered her island.

"Everything will be ok, now what shall we name you, your father wanted to call you Ingar, but that name doesn't suit you. Let's see, you are strong, and I can see you'll be a great fighter, like an axe." Violet thought for a moment and looked up to the stars for inspiration.

"Blade, like the Blade of a weapon" she looked back down and the newborn who was now giggling.

"Blade it is." Her mother smiled wider, her green eyes gleamed in the moonlight and she began to softly sing.

"The sky is dark and the hills are white As the storm-king speeds from the north to-night,
And this is the song the storm-king sings,
As over the world his cloak he flings:
Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep;
He rustles his wings and gruffly sings:
Sleep, little one, sleep.

On yonder mountain-side a vine
Clings at the foot of a mother pine;
The tree bends over the trembling thing,
And only the vine can hear her sing:
"Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep;
What shall you fear when I am here?
Sleep, little one, sleep.

The king may sing in his bitter flight,
The tree may croon to the vine to-night,
But the little snowflake at my breast
Liketh the song I sing the best,--
Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep;
Weary thou art, anext my heart
Sleep, little one, sleep. " Her voice was soft and smooth and soothed Blade as she drifted off to sleep.

***

2 days had passed since Violet had fled with her daughter to safety and she was growing tired. She yawned and cradle her baby who was now sleeping. She sat down and looked to the sky, she felt like it was time to give up, her motivation was burning out. She looked down at Blade and her flame inside her grew once again. She forced herself up and lifted her spy glass to her eye. An island was in the horizon, by the next morning they would have made it there if she started pressing forward now.

"Well little one, looks like we'll make it after all." Violet caressed her baby and held her close. She planted a soft kiss on her forehead and started repositioning the sail. The winds became stronger an aided in pushing their boat towards the island. It wasn't long before waves became violent too. Their boat rocked on top of the water throwing Violet from one side to the other. She held Blade as she began to cry. Violet grabbed onto the side of the boat and held on for dear life. As night graced them the storms only got worse. Violet crouched down onto the wooden boat covering herself and her child with a blanket. She squeeze her eyes closed and whispered prays to the Gods that the storm would calm. The boat was thrown around amongst the waves for what's emend like and eternity. Like a rag doll it was tossed, up and down side to side. Violet peeked up while still holding both her child and the edge of the boat. The island, it was close, they were almost there but then a colossal wave grew from behind them. It intimidated the boat rising high like it was trying to touch the moon.