Allexandar awoke in a large pile of furs. Tossing the bear hide to the side, the girl got up. She put the old, grey and weathered cloak on, along with strapping her crossbow to her back before crawling out of her "home". Allexandar lived in a place hallowed out under an ancient pine tree; A den of sorts. Cold, chilling air hit her pale skin as she stood outside, her breathe coming out in white puffs. "Winter is almost here..." She breathed.
The hunting season was almost over, and food was becoming scarce. This was by far the toughest time of year for her; For anyone who wasn't a vile frost giant. The thought of the creatures made Allexandar's fists clench.
Picking her feet up, the redhead ventured deeper into the forest. Maybe, today, if she was lucky, she could get some final hunting done before the snow set in for good.
The wind icy smelled of sea salt, crushed pine needles, snow, and... Smoke? That meant that the Norsemen were getting ready for the raids planned to happen in the spring. "Evil creatures..."
The raiders were the whole reason that she was orphaned, and had once been forced to be a thrall; Slave. And now the reason she was stuck here, in this cold and foreboding land.
The frost and dead earth crunched underfoot as Allexandar stepped through the underbrush. After taking a few more steps, she heard rustling in the trees nearby. She drew her knife from a sheath around her waist, and turned around, analyzing her surroundings. Next thing she knew, there was cold metal pressing itself against her throat. A sword. The girl's eyes widened.
"Hello." A male voice said in his native language. He didn't sound that much older than Allexandar.
"Hello." she said back in the same tongue. She'd been to enough markets by now to understand the Northmen's language.
"What are you doing out here all by yourself?" He asked. Allexandar swore she could hear the smirk in his tone.
"Hunting. What does it look like." She said with as much rudeness as she could muster. This only made him dig the blade of his sword into her throat harder.
"Do you want me to kill you right now?" he growled.
"You can't," Allexandar smirked, "It is un-honourable and cowardly to kill an innocent, free, woman."
At this, the boy let his sword drop slowly. "You are right, but I doubt you have much honour to show. Now get out of my sight." He spat.
The girl smirked and faced him before walking off through the icy forest. And in the few seconds that her copper eyes had met with his blue ones, the boy knew that he was going to find that girl again.
Yeah, this probably could have been longer, but I'm having a bit of writers block. Anyways, thanks for those who reviewed to the previous chapter. :D As a response to one of the reviews, I'd like to say that I know the vikings weren't evil. That's just from Allexandar's perspective.
Anyways, please R&R!
