Chapter 8: The Party

Hayden's POV

It turns out I was right when my parents suprised me with a big party at my house. Nearly everyone in the entire village was there to wish me a happy birthday.I was overwhelmed with this much people here, but luckily my fiance Erika was standing by me to give me a feeling of comfort.

When I was little I used to play with her a lot when dad was talking to her dad, Tuffnut. As the years go by she became my best friend, and eventually girlfriend. Just two months ago I just managed to work up my courage and asked her to marry me. I was so glad that she said yes, because I was just about ready to pee my pants.

Unlike most girls, she wears her brown hair in a simple bun, No complex braids or headbands. She has almond shaped blue-green eyes. She has pale skin despite being a farm helper and being out in the sun all day. She is quiet and shy to other people, but when she is around me I see her open up more. She is selfless and kind, and overall the most amazing person in my life. I can't imagine my life without her.

" Quite a birthday party isn't it" she said.

" Yes but it wouldn't be same without you." I said as I give her a kiss.

Throughout the party I was being dragged left and right to talk to my relatives and friends. I was also constantly asked when me and Erika were going to tie the knot, even though we weren't planning on it for at least a year. It wasn't till two in the morning when everybody went home.

My siblings and Dad already hit the sack, when people started going home, leaving Me, and Mom to help clean up the house. When vikings party, they party hard.

" It'll take a fire to clean this mess up" mumbled my mom as she sweeps the floor covered in garbage.

" I'll second that" I said as I pick up more trash.

" You know, you don't have stay up if you don't want to." she said.

" Nah. I want to." I said.

Suddenly she walks up to me and gives me a hug. Then I hear a sound of no familiar, my mom weeping.

" Mom, what's up?" I whisper in concern.

" I'm sorry." she whispered. " It's just that you are so grown up right now. I want you to be happy and get marry. I just never thought it would come now. One day I gave birth to you and now you're going to chief and living your own life."

" No matter what happens mom, I am still your son. That will never change." I said.

" I know honey and I am so proud of you."

" I already knew that." I said. Then suddenly as I look at mom, I think back to when Kaiya and I were sharing the pickles. I remember her kind smile and realized how much she reflected my mom. I keep telling myself it was probably a coincidence, but for some reason I feel connected to her. Like she was a part of me that was ripped like a bandage. I look to my mom and asked.

" Mom" I said to get her attention. " What do you and Dad know about Kaiya."

Her eyes went wide like this wasn't the first time she heard this.

Kaiya's POV

After the whole pickle thing with Hayden, I decided to head to the Great Hall to look in the official records for information about my birth father. It was the perfect opportunity to do so, while Roedd and Arwen are out, leaving me to have time to myself.

I go up to the history logger for help. He was a husky, middle age man, who looked like he can't keep his head out of a book, with sandy, blond hair and blue eyes.

" Excuse me. Sir?" I asked to get his attention.

" Mam? Do you need help with something?" he asked.

" I was wondering if you could look up my birth record? I want information regarding my birth father." I said.

" Can you give me your maiden name and full birthday." he asked

" Kaiyatris Iona Eklund and my birthday is January 2nd, year 1011" I replied

" That must make you twenty-two years old today. Well Happy Birthday" he said as a smile grew on his face.

" Thank you." I confirmed.

" He starts looking through the birth records of my year as he continues talking about how I am and brings up how Hayden's the same age, when he stopped taking all of a sudden. He smiles wears away as he brings in a look of concern.

" What's wrong?" I asked.

" Are you sure about the information you gave me is true?"

" I'm absolutely sure. Why?"

" There's no record of your birth here at all."

I was shocked. I couldn't believe what I'd just heard. My mother wasn't the best remembering certain information, but she could not have be that bad to mess up my birthday.

"I swore that my mother told me I was born on Berk on that day on that year. Maybe she'd was wrong about that island or day?"

" I also searched all the days of the year and found nothing. Even if being born on another island were the case, I would still have a record of you as islands do trade information about the people that was born on each island." he explained. " But that's not what I meant about not having record of you"

" Than what do you mean?" I demanded.

" I mean…." he replied meekly. " There is no Kaiyatris Iona Eklund. You don't exist."

" That's impossible. Look up my mother. She has to have something that involves having me as her child."

" I'll try." he said, " I need her name."

He face goes white with shock when I said her name. " Eira Alva Eklund."

That whole thing is starting to unfold, and can you guess who was the record keeper is? He is one of the characters.

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