Fossdalr. I don't have much to say about my village. That it is cold most of the time and only two months out of the year we get sunshine. We have hunting, story telling about the Gods of Asgard and plenty of waterfalls. We never had pest problems till twenty years ago. When beast with wings started to attack the village. We called them fire breathers or dragons. My father the chief don't know why they started to attack but deep down he believes it's because of me.

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It was surprisingly snowing on the island of Fossdalr. Many of the residents were preparing for their winter holiday, Thorday in a few weeks. As for the chief, Chief Brant his wife Alva were about to have their first child. In the middle of the village sat the chief's house. A woman with creamy skin with long blond hair laid in a large bed. Her round stomach rising and falling. Her breathing was heavy and her heart was racing. Her brown eyes moved to the corner where her husband stood with the village elder.

"I'm sorry Brant, Alva is going into labor."

A well muscled, fair skinned man with shoulder length dark brown hair. His brown eyes widen before he looked down and shook his head. The elder placed his hand on the chief's shoulder.

"It's only a few weeks early. The child and it's mother will be alright. I'll prepare for the birth."

Brant nodded before walking over to the bed and held his wife's hand. "Dear, everything will be alright. I'll be downstairs till the baby is born."

Alva smiled lightly before closing her eyes from the pain shouting through her body. Brant kissed her on the head before leaving. As he walked down the stairs the door to his house opened to reveal a tall cinnamon brown skin man with short black hair. His amber eyes looked up towards the stairs and smiled at the chief.

"Brant. The village is coming along..."

The man stopped when he seen the pale look on the chief's face.

"Brant, what's going on?"

Brant staggered a bit before slumping down on the couch and buring his head in his hands. "Audun, Alva has gone into labor earlier than expected."

Audun sighed before running a hand through his hair. "I'm pretty sure Alva will be fine. She's a tuff girl and no doubt the child will be any different."

Brant looked at his friend and advisor and sighed heavily. "The elder said that since the due date is not far that Alva and the child will be fine. But I can't help but worry..."

Brant was cut off by a painful scream. The two males looked up towards the stairs as the screaming continued. For hours Brant and Audun set down stairs and waited. By now the snowing had slowed and the sun had started to rise from behind the thick clouds. Brant stood up at the sound of someone walking down the stairs. He ran to the base to see it was none other than the elder.

"Brant. There's something you need to know."

The chief shook his head. "Oh Thor no. Please don't tell me something went wrong."

The elder shook his aged head. "No. They're just fine but..."

The elder didn't get to finish because Brant shoved pass and hurried to the bedroom. When he got there he wasn't expecting to see what he saw. At first the baby was unable to be seen. But Alva felt her husband's presence and smiled as she turned to look at him. There Brant should of known something was wrong by the concern in his wife's eyes.

"Brant...please before you see him, promise not to do anything rash."

Brant looked confused but nodded anyway. Alva sighed before removing the blanket. Brant's smile faded as he gasped.

"Blasphemy! What in Helheim is this!?"

Alva starred at her husband in disbelief. "Brant! You promised!"

Tears were falling from her eyes as she held her son closer. Brant ignored it sadly and looked at the baby in disgust. The child had pale skin with black hair and green eyes.

"Brant...please be reasonable. He's our son."

Brant narrowed his eyes at the babe before looking at his wife. He was about to say something when a eering screech echoed over head followed by explosions after explosions.

"Brant! You need to see this!"

Brant hurried down the stairs and out of the house just as a a ball of fire hit a nearby house, setting it in flames. Up above in the sky the chief could see shadows of winged figures in the clouds.

"It can't be!"

"Chief Brant! What's going on?"

Brant took deep breaths before looking at his people. "Gather your weapons and light the torches. We're at war!"

Audun, among others looked at each other before looking at their chief.

"At war with what!?"

Brant glared at the sky as he shouted, "Dragons!"

The village gasped before running to get their weapons. Audun looked from the fighting village to his friend.

"Dragons?! Brant, we have never had dragon problems before. That's the other villages' problems! Why now?"

Brant narrowed his eyes at home. "I'm not sure but I have a feeling it has to do with the birth of my son. I can't even call him that!"

Audun's eyes widen. "Brant! You can't be serious! What does this have to do with the child...your child?!"

Brant glared at his friend. "That baby looks like the God of mischief!"

Audun gasped before looking up at the dragons in the clouds that were firing blast after blast. Slowly but surely he believed this was the outcome of the new birth.