Dagur had left years ago. Everyone was more than happy to see him go. Everyone knew that if he didn't leave, the chief would banish him from the island. He was out of control. He swore he would be back. No one believed him. Until today.
The island was under attack. She could hear the battle horns from the harbour not too far away. Fourteen year old Heather ran home, dodging the people of her village as she went. Her village was a typical Viking style village, with the same weapons and houses you would find anywhere. She burst through the door to her house and began yelling for her parents.
"Mom! Dad! What's happening?" She yelled.
"It's Dagur! He's come back with an armada!" Her mom yelled.
"Run Heather!", her dad yelled. "They'll come for us first!"
Heather ran out the back door of her house, listening to the sounds of steel on steel coming from the harbour. There was a small fishing boat that was kept docked just outside of town, she thought. If she could make it, she might be able to escape. She heard footsteps behind her.
"There she is!", someone yelled. Heather ran faster, headed to the beach on the west side of the island where the small boat was moored. Finally, she reached the boat and frantically untied it from its post on the small, beat up old dock. She dived into the boat just as she heard the men chasing her yell "She's getting away in the boat!" Heather rowed the boat, making her way away from the dock. One of the men threw his sword. It spun through the air, and whizzed to the left of the prow where it landed in the water with a splash. Heather watched the dock and her island slowly fade into the horizon. She looked at the sky anxiously as dark grey storm clouds gather. Suddenly, lightning flashed overhead, and Heather realized she had no idea where she was going. She had just wanted to escape. No she had, with no food, only a small amount of water in the flask at her hip, and no where to go. It was going to be a long few days.
The storms blew in that night. Lightning flashed overhead, thunder boomed and the wind blew fiercely. Massive waves shook and rocked the small boat so badly Heather was afraid it would capsize. She had pressed herself against the bottom of the boat, holding on to whatever she could. Waves splashed over the side, soaking her to the skin. Heather was exhausted. She had been in that position for hours, praying that Thor would not blast her out of the ocean. She didn't have the strength to carry on like this much longer. Suddenly, a larger wave than normal hit the boat, causing Heather to lose her grip and fall backward hitting her head. Everything went black.
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"Snotlout, it's a person!"
"Right?! How lucky is that?"
Turns out, writing about Heather isn't as easy as I thought. This was originally intended as a Secret Odin gift for Redfeather on Berk's Grapevine. However, she never showed up to view her gift so I decided to publish it instead. Hope you enjoyed it.
~Rider ranger47