I don't own this, blah blah blah.. Disclaimer... something something something..
Enjoy!
She wandered through the village with a pup that Bjorn had given her.
He was a scraggly little thing, all big paws and long limbs; he bounded at her heels and sniffed at things as they passed by. Her lover had given her a dragonbone sword too, at which she'd given the prince a look.
Dragonbone was rare, and actual dragons rarer still, so giving her a sword made of the creature's bones was strange.
Some of the other women in the tribe had spent days teaching her how to fight with a sword properly, and how was the right way to shoot an arrow.
It'd surprised her; women were given as much freedom as men here. This was a place where she could flourish, where she could be as great a leader as her mother before her.
She was looking for the old woman when the old woman found her. Bergritte her name was, and she'd been an ally of the first Mya Reede, or so the old woman had told her. She was huddled over a massive book, and a wall with scratches made the back wall of the enclave.
"Hello, Berty." Kiran greeted and Bergritte glanced up from the pages. "Oh, greetings, Princess."
The pup that'd been following her faithfully for the last few hours bounded around wildly and jumped into the small, flowing stream; barking all the while.
"He's a queer little thing, isn't he?" Bergritte muttered as she searched the pages for something.
"What does this say?" Kiran asked as she touched the scratches on the wall. They were too detailed to be anything less than Dragon's language, she knew that much.
"You should be the one to tell me, princess." Berty said quickly, but her eyes never left the book's page.
"What's that book for?"
"For reading of course."
"Tell me!" Kiran demanded, and the old one's eyes widened at the girl's tone. Kiran closed her eyes and let out a breath. "I apologise. It's just that I am having a great deal of difficulty getting used to all of this."
"It is all fine, child." Berty told her. "But come over here and have a read of this."
She read it, as the old woman had told her too, but Kiran did not see the relevance of it. At her blank look, the woman tapped her lightly on her arm.
"What?" Kiran said, and the ice wolf pup barked. "It's writings of an old stone tablet," Kiran muttered. "I do not see what it has to do with me."
Berty gave the young woman a reproachful look. "It has everything to do with you." She said. She waddled over to a stone slab - Kiran knew that something, or someone had been sacrificed on there more than once- and placed the book down with a thump.
"How so?" Kiran asked and Berty simply mumbled a word.
"Pardon?"
"Thu'um. Or 'voice' in our tongue. Dragon's voice to be exact." Bergritte said in a clearer tone. She rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "I wonder if you have the Voice…"
"I'm not a dragon." Kiran blurted out. Berty smiled and shook her grey head. "Yes you are, Mya Reede."
"That's not how I meant it." Kiran said impatiently. "I have the blood of a dragon, I know. I also have the blood of the High Kings, bears." She tucked her hair behind her ear and took another look at the book. "I do not think that I am Dragonborn, after all; my grandfather is still alive. Isn't there only supposed to be one Dragonborn at a time?" She lifted her eyes, "And, even if I had the ability, my sister and cousins not to mention my father and aunts would become the Dragonborn before I."
Berty's thin, silver brows raised on her face. "You know quite a lot then?"
Kiran scrunched up her face. "A little," she admitted. "But for all the talk the smallfolk say about my family being dragons, my father never truly shed light on what we were." Kiran let out a sigh. "Dragons. What a presumptuous word. My great gandmother may have been a dragon, with a dragon's soul, blood and temper. But that does not mean that her decedents will ever be as great as she."
Bergritte frowned. "But you are a dragon, you already know how to shout, if only a little."
Kiran gave the old woman a withered look, and sighed in defeat. Berty gave her a look in return. She laughed softly at the old one's look. "If they call me," Kiran started. "If the Greybeards call me to High Hrothgar, I will go." Kiran turned to walk away, and clicked her fingers for the Ice Wolf pup; he came bounding over happily to her side, water darkened his grey fur. "But I would not be the one holding my breath." She muttered as an afterthought.
Review?
D.P~ Also, I may not be updating much for a while, you know, school assignments and all.