It was now sixty years since the destruction of Dale and now I'm a woman seventy-four but my age really looked eighteen, by now everyone seemed to lose hope in the western lands for fear of the rumors and legends of the dragon, in seven decades two glorious, robust cities had been was a very short span of time for me, weird that I never age anymore, both of where I was present, if I'm thinking correctly then it seems someone wants me dead, why? I had never found my brother, he was dead or alive and I will never know, such hateful words were my last, fate has mocked me once more.
What could I possibly know or have that someone would see me as a threat?
I pondered over this as I walked down the unused road, pine trees surrounded my left and grass was a lush, dark against the wetness of the dirt white hair was plastered to my skull under my red leather helmet that had a long black leather braid that was on top of my helmet, but my hair and black braid moved freely as I looked to my sides, my helmet went only to the tip of my nose and leaving a gap for my mouth as it circled around and left larger hole for my eyes, my armor was soaked but nothing magic couldn't handle, I may not be able to stop the rain but I can dry objects and people out with heat.
Every step made a muddy splash, when the rain stops I'll have to remember to clean off my red leather arms were soaked along with my wrist braces that went up to my elbow and laced under my forearm along with my red leather skirt that only covered the back and rain drop seemed to fall on my red leather corset and red leather shoulder pads ,the right shoulder had four bones curving in towards me but was dull at the tips[thankfully I won't stab myself],funny it was all red, where as I had nothing else to cover myself expect the leather leggings underneath my armor and thankfully it was lets say I was soaked in pouring rain, in a storm that would last all day.
But I walked on, trudging through the rain with my large black horse, Hauntmere who was two heads taller than me, he neighed and nudged me," Yeah, I know,I dislike the rain as much as you when its pouring cats and dogs along with the cattle," he shook his head," Did I forget to mention the chickens? How about some fried eggs?" He neighed once more in agreement.
As I walked I heard the sound of hooves behind me, from the sound I could judge that they weren't that big, more like ponies, a lot of them too but one hove was bigger than the rest.
I turned around too see a haze trough the rain, figures, more than dozen, one was taller on average horse and the rest were shorter with came closer until I could fully see them, all fifteen of them.
They stopped and stared for second, wary of all who I met on the back roads I unsheathed my long sword, waiting for them to didn't gasp but one came closer to his friends, a smaller person and whispered to a taller rider," You don't mean to hurt her, do you?"
I burst into a long deep laugh, so much like my father's it stung," Oh, dear, you my little friend are mistaken, I've suffered worse," I said keeping my head low.
"Come on it's just an old crone, lets leave her be," One of the younger of their company said.
"Old crone? Boy, you insult me, old I may be, but I for damn sure look better than your grandma," I lifted my face up, to show them, white eyes this he seemed ashamed and lingered back.
"So, what are you if not an old woman, state it quickly," their leader spoke with unbreakable line of sight, his dark blue eyes seemed to burn holes in mine," or should we have your head, creature."
"No creature I am, dwarf, but a traveler, scouring the land for paying work," I responded in my own time.
"A sellsword, I've never liked you're kind, you come running at the jingle of silver and leave once its 're kind is ever unreliable and blotching everything up," said the leader with hatred twisting his face as his matted long black hair fell over his face.
"So much for you to say, I've never liked dwarves myself ya know, too greedy and when you need help they aren't to be seen," I mocked, if they weren't so greedy then my brother would still be here and not elsewhere, I was ever so alone without him, they had caught the dragon's eye, but what use would it be to argue with them, I'd get nowhere.
"Don't mock my kinsmen, Ancient," another spoke to me," I know exactly what you are devil."
I had no response, I simply stared at him and his long white beard drenched, water fell off in droplets. I had no true answer to give to these dwarves, but just then I thought of it," Only if everyone knew, only if you knew what it meant, me as well," I looked to him and down to the ground and walked off," only if I knew," I whispered to myself.
"Knew what?" The leader added with his way of trying to pressure me, I suppose to kick his ass.
I stared back up at him," Why would I tell a dwarf, now leave me be, and don't you dare follow me." I said looking to their leader with murder in my eyes.
I went to Hauntmere who was a very tall horse and very large, he bent down and I swung my leg over and gripped the reins, I looked back only once to see the smallest person staring back, his green eyes fixed and concentrated, pondering over what I had said, wanting to be away I set my horse to a gallop, out of sight.
"Come, let us make these for you're brother, soon he will be a man and a man must own his own weapon," Father said to me, as he took me by the hand and had me stand next to the forge," now we start to get the coals warm, you know what to do," he said motioning to the bellows," wait till I get a spark going."
He went and started the forge, he looked to me," Now, Vaajl," he said and I grabbed the ropes and started to pull, it was strenuous work but it made my arms as strong as they are now, most girls wanted dolls, I wanted my fathers approval, I wanted nothing more than for him to be proud of my hard work.
"Don't give up now," he said when he saw the strain on my face," keep the flame going, you must always keep the temperature the same," he went on, and so I did, many times I wanted to give but I wouldn't be able to face my father for why, he made me strong, he was my only reason.
He started to heat the unfinished blade and placed it on the anvil, he struck it over and over, every time a ' bang,' followed by sparks, bang.'
I awoke with a start to see three enormous trolls! They were smashing human bones to powder, to dust!
"Always fun to crush, eh," one said," Yeah, ever a laugh," another went on.
"Wait look, our booty is moving!"
They stopped and stared at me, all pondering of which way seemed best to break it to me: how they'll eat me, I suppose.
"Should we try to squash it or make a soup!"
I must have fell asleep and then been captured by trolls!
Just then a dwarf sprung from behind the trees," Hopefully you're not alone," I whisper to myself.
"Come on, crush it already!"
That's when a rather large foot came crushing down but I quickly folded my body in half and cartwheeled from under the troll's foot, stupid trolls they should always tie the dinner up, being disarmed of my sword left my twin daggers to do the work, I grabbed them from my boots and stabbed behind the knee of the first the other over the thigh and bringing the other back over my head and screwing it into the rib-cage, that caused the beast to grapple it gritty large hands around me and sling me into the nearest tree behind the dwarf.
More dwarves appeared to the clearing thinking to gain the upper hand, all wide-eyed at me as I slid myself back up and stood over them with my left arm dangling, dagger still clutched. I spit blood on the ground and took my arm and relocated it back in place, then picking up my fallen blade and turning my attention back to the trolls," Haven't tasted my own blood in years," I spit more out," bitter," again I went leaping on one troll's hand that tried to catch me and dodged jumping on its head, retracting my daggers back to give a boost and stab the eyes, the creature wailed on.
I back-flipped off the troll's head, landing in a format close to the ground, daggers dripping in its blood, ready for more," Will you help or not!"
The dwarves seemed devastated but regained themselves, the fight was on.
