Ok, so while my other story is on hold, I thought I would post this one. This is just the first chapter. I want to see what you all think before continuing. Yeah ts rather short, but again, I just want to know what you all think.
Welp, here ya go
"Liv! Make more burn ointment!" The village healer yelled, not looking up from where she was currently treating a young man who was recovering from a burn he had gotten during the last raid.
"Aye, Tashula!" A young girl yelled back as she tied back her messy, red hair.
Liv, meaning protection, was a young girl of seventeen. She had long, messy red hair that she inherited from her father. If not kept under control, it would spring out everywhere in a crazy frizz. For that reason, she always had it pulled back, revealing her pale skin and the light dust of freckles across her cheeks. Her form was thin, not stocky like most vikings, though she still had strength.
Her pale green eyes swept over the jars of herbs until she found the ones she wanted. Pulling them out, she measured the correct amount before pouring them into a bowl and beginning to grind them.
It was rather late, the moon high, though everyone was still awake. It has been a week since their last raid, which meant the next one will be soon and sudden.
And just like that, the warning horn blared.
Everyone was quick to act, hiding the livestock and grabbing their weapons. Liv herself jumped at the sound and moved to rush outside, though was stopped by a wrinkling hand on her arm.
"No Liv." The village healer ordered, looking at the girl with an almost sad gaze. "You know your fathers orders."
Liv stared at her, her body still tence, before looking back to the door, her gaze sollum. "Aye, Tashula..." She mumbled, turning away from the door and back to the bowl of herbs, where she began grinding once more.
It was difficult for her to ignore the roars and yells outside the healer's hut. Her body practically shook with the the urge to go out there, to protect her people. As her fathers always said, a Chief protects their own.
It was on particular scream that finally pushed her out the door. It was the scream of her brother, Hiccup.
"Hiccup!" She yelled as she watched the scrawny fifteen year old be chased by a monstrous nightmare. "Hiccup!" She yelled once more before taking off in a sprint. "Hiccup! Run to the water!" She yelled, but alas, the boy was too far to hear her.
At this point, it was the moment when Stoick the Vast noticed the two siblings and after shouting orders, ran after them as well.
Liv watched in terror as the dragon cornered her brother behind a post. The wood was already on fire after the dragon shot at him. Speeding up, Liv bent slightly as she picked up a fallen hammer off the ground before hurling it forward, successfully hitting the monstrous nightmare right in the nose. She managed to bring it's attention away from Hiccup, but unfortunately, she directed it's attention right to her.
The dragon whipped towards her with a dark glare, baring it's teeth as it stepped forward. Now Liv wasn't a killer, but she knew how to protect herself. Never taking her eyes off the dragon, she slowly bent down to a crouch, picking up a spear that laid forgotten on the ground. Standing fully again, she lifted the spear before snapping the end off and tossing it aside.
The dragon stood there, confused. She had just thrown away the most valuable part of the weapon, leaving her with only a wooden staff. Liv was fine with that though. Out of her whole tribe, she was the only one who practiced fighting without the intention of killing. Liv's view on dragons were different than her tribes. She believed that killing would only make matters worse. Therefore, she refused to kill.
The dragon stared at Liv, confused but still alert. Slowly it stepped forward, opening it's mouth to send a blaze her way, only to be knocked back by the viking Chief himself.
"Dad?!" Liv shouted in surprise. She watched as her father battled the dragon, hitting it with his fist and successfully managing to push it back. Out of fire in a disadvantage against the Chief, the dragon quickly turned an hightailed out of there,
Once it was gone, Stoick turned his attention to Hiccup, who was still hidden behind the post. THough not for long. The dragons fire successfully burnt the bottom to a crisp, causing the whole thing to fall over. Liv flinched along with her brother as she listened to the screams that the fire put caused as it rolled down to the dock.
"Sorry...dad..." Hiccup mumbled, letting out a tired sigh. "Ok, but I hit a nightfury."
Liv could only sigh as she watched her father began to drag her brother away, Hiccup complaining the whole way. This wasn't the first time this sort of thing has happened. Hiccup had an adventurous spirit, but not the ability to do so without harm.
Dropping her staff, Liv followed her father, tuning back into the conversation.
"Winter is almost here, and I have an entire village to feed." Her father lectured. Liv was a bit confused, since she had come in right during the middle, but remained silent as she listened.
"Well between you and me, this village could do with a little less feeding. YOu know what I mean." Hiccup mumbled.
"Oh Hiccup..." Liv sighed, closing her eyes as she sighed, shaking her head.
"This isn't a joke Hiccup!" Stoick snapped, giving a groan of frustration. "Why can't you follow the simplest orders!"
"I'm sorry dad!" Hiccup defended. "But whenever I see a dragon, i just have to kill it!" Liv flinched at the motioned his hands made, of one snapping anothers neck. "It's who I am dad."
Stoick sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "You are many things Hiccup. But a dragon killer is not one of them." He said, missing the dejected look in his son's eyes.
Liv saw though and placed a sympathetic hand on her brothers shoulder, giving a small squeeze.
"Take him home." Stoick said to Gobber. "And make sure he gets there."
As they walked away, Snotlout teasing Hiccup like normal, Stoick turned his attention to his daughter. "And you." He said, pointing at her. "You know you are not allowed outside during a raid!"
"I had to help Hiccup!" Liv said, placing a hand on her chest. "What did you expect me to do? Watch as a dragon killed my brother?!"
"I expect you to leave things to those who are capable!" The Chief shouted.
"I am capable!" The girl shouted back. "I am perfectly capable of defending myself!"
'Enough!" Stoick boomed, causing his daughter to jump. "Get back to the healer's hut and remain there until you are dismissed." He ordered, pointing to the hut while staring her down.
Liv glared up at him, but followed his orders reluctantly.
"I told you." TAshula, the old healer, said as Liv entered the hut.
"What was I suppose to do? My brother could have been killed!" Liv defened, stomping her foot on the ground childishly.
"You should have followed your fathers orders no matter what." The old lady answered turning back to the place she was clearing for the wounded that were soon to show up. "Now enough of that. Gone on home and get some rest."
Liv instantly shook her head. "No. You will need help."
Tashula shook her head. "I decide if I will need help or not. Now go home child. Come back tomorrow."
She wanted to argue, but she knew it was useless. "Alright..." She sighed before bidding goodbye and walking out.
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