Dalur Eldur, well into the night. The crescent moon had risen over the village of this small island just of the major archipelago. Near the shore, two shadows could be seen running towards the village. A man and woman, whose faces couldn't be seen, the woman carried a bundle in her arms.
They made their way up to one of the houses on a hill.
"We don't have much time, Ragnhild. He does not want to see us with her, he'll kill her." The man whispered urgently.
"I know I know…" The woman hissed in reply, looking around frantically to make sure no one saw them. She looked down at the bundle in her arms, the baby looked up at her with bright blue eyes. Upon seeing her mother, the infant babbled softly, blinking her eyes. The mother smiled sadly and placed the baby within a basket, writing down the baby's name on a small piece of parchment in runes:
Zyrah.
After gazing down at their daughter one last time, the couple vanished into the night, never to be seen again…
That morning, the man of the house, Halvar, stepped outside to get water for the pot so his wife, Eðla could cook breakfast for their two sons. He took no more than two steps before noticing the basket at his feet.
"What on earth?" He mumbled, bending down to see what it was. The bundle squirmed and he was shocked to see an infant inside. He read the runes.
"Zyrah… where in the name of Thor are your parents?" Shocked, he brought the baby inside.
"Eðla!" He called out, Eðla entered the main room wiping her hands on a towel.
"Halvar? What is it?"
"I found… this baby girl on our front stoop. She was just left there." Eðla took the infant in her arms and immediately checked the diaper, which needed to be changed. They knew that this baby was very unfamiliar to them, she was the child of no one in the village.
Without much of a second thought, the two adopted the little girl as their own, making her their youngest. Their four older sons were confused at first about her not looking like them, as she had black hair and blue eyes while this family had brown hair and lighter brown eyes, they quickly accepted her as their sister.
The four brothers, Olsen, Alvar, Eindride, Rurik were not only accepting of her, but they taught her all sorts of cool stuff, especially how to ride dragons, as Dalur Eldur had accepted dragons only several years ago.
As Zyrah grew older, she had a true rebel streak, always getting herself into trouble, and she had a problem with picking fights, especially with one particular boy, Konall, who had a Skrill. Zyrah and Konall could always be found fighting and rolling around in the mud, and Zyrah packed a pretty good punch.
Meanwhile, her adoptive parents had secretly been trying to figure out who Zyrah's birth parents were, as the day they found baby Zyrah still remained strong in their minds. Who would abandon their infant like that? She was healthy and strong. The abandonment still made no sense, and Zyrah still remained unaware she was adopted.
But, one day, everything would come together.
And here you go! Please comment if you have something to say :)