The waves crashed on the cliff side. And the leaves on the trees rustled in the wind. A storm was coming, and in the distance a village was visible. Sitting on top of a rock was a girl about four years old, a small dagger in her hand.
She vary easily knew how to use it, by her appearance. Big bushy red hair was put in a loose braid, and her bangs swooped into her eyes. She had a big menacing helmet with four horns on it, and her over coat was ripped and tattered, a similar appearance for her skirt.
She sighed. The dark forest behind her was dull and dark, just like her life. She messed around with the dagger in her hands. Her father gave it to her, but she didn't like it. Then she nicked herself with the sharp blade and stared bleeding. "ow!" almost in sync, it began to sprinkle. She jumped down from the rock and started to go home.
It was now down pouring. The little girl stood under a tree. She didn't make it home. She was drenched in water, and her hand was still bleeding. She was just on the outskirts of the tribe. And then she heard them:
"just settle down Inga its just water." a calm voice said, it was the chief.
"NO DADDY! MY DRESS IS SOAKED AND I NEED MORE CANDY!" the girl screamed. Inga, the spoiled filthy rich daughter of the meathead chief.
"okay, we will get you more candy and a brand new dress tomorrow."
"BUT I NEED THEM NOW!" she yelled.
"but its raining sweetie."
"I DON'T CARE WHAT IT IS"
Inga was only seven, and had the power of war at her fingertips. So vary quickly, a villager gave her a new dress, and a jar of candy. Inga never was a Viking, though she was born in a tribe full of them.
"peasants." she muttered and she hiked up her dress and headed towards the large building that was her home. "gods help us." the girl said also running off towards home.
this is a bit of knowledge that will be used later in my stories J make sure to remember that girl, because she is important, and Inga, well… she is a big part of the upcoming storyline.