Lets start from the beginning of my rescue, shall we?
"There! That should hold 'er!" the big man said as he finished bonding me in rope. His name is Dipstick, yeah I know, wonderful name right? Viking's believe that hideous names will ware of gnomes and trolls, on my island...er ex-island we took that to heart, coming up with the WORST names you could think of.
Back to Dipstick, he's the second in charge, the only one that has a higher place then this one eyed creep, was the chief. The chief of the Frost-Bite tribe, was a smaller man. His black beard was graying in areas, his muscles sagging with age. Soon he will not be able to continue his role as chief and will have to pass it down, that's where I come in, well, where I was suppose to. No, I'm not his daughter, on Frost Isle the youth (age 15) would be put in a competition. We were taken from our homes when we were 15, placed on a ship and dropped of at the closest deserted island, who ever got back to the Frost Isle first won. I wasn't stupid like everyone else on the island, I knew how to build a good raft, how to gather, and hunt. That's why I survived, that's how I won. I returned to Frost Isle in record time. One week. When people saw that I arrived only a day after the ships that brought the 15 year olds, they thought of me as a witch, or some other kind of devil spawn. From there forward I was watched very closely. That didn't stop me from slipping away though. Every night about half past midnight I'd run to the forest, it was there I practiced my "special talent" the talent that got me here, on this God forsaken island.
"I always knew you were different." damn it, not this speech again "You were always to good for your own good. Everything you did was perfect. From the way you hunted, to the way you talked. Not so tough anymore now are you?" Cotton Mouth (the chief) said slyly. Cotton Mouth starts to laugh at me, saying use your power now, demon spawn. By Odin his cackle is annoying, well I guess that explains the name...
A loud rumbling sounds to my left. I turn my gagged face to see a herd of dragons. "By the Gods... They're real! FALL BACK! FALL BACK!" "What about the witch?" I am NOT a witch, but you ARE a jackass. "Leave her! We brought her here to die, and die she will!" the cowards of the Frost-Bite tribe run south, heading in the direction of the ships, the gang of dragons following closely. They all ran south, and they kept running until they were out of sight, leaving me behind.
Leaving me alone...
