I can't wait until tonight. There's a huge feast at the Great Hall, but I've got no idea why.
I walk up towards the hall where I see them setting up a bunch of wood. I've never been to a feast on Berk, and I feel really excited.
The wind whips around my feet as I walk towards the forge to wait.
The forge? Ah, yes. I've met a man there, his name is Gobber, him and I get along pretty well, despite the fact that he keeps insisting he's seen me somewhere. Speaking of people I've met here, there are also a group of people roughly my age here, but I don't really get along that well with them. Not that there's anything wrong with either of us, it's simply just a lack of interest to get to know the other party.
Nevertheless, one of them, Astrid, and I get along OK. She helped me a bit when it came to settling down. She is the innkeeper's daughter and a pretty nice person. She showed me around Berk. It's quite beautiful, especially at sunset.
I say hi to Gobber and we begin a meaningless chat. Before long, the sun is fully down, and Gobber tells me we should probably get going.
We walk together towards the Hall, I feel my necklace is tingling, but I'm probably imagining it, only to find a crowd gathered outside it, in a ring around the alleged 'bonfire,' or what I'd assumed was one, accidentally bumping into a tall man who glares at me.
I get up on my tip-toes, wanting to see what is happening. I see a group of around five, big, burly men dragging along a struggling girl. The girl? You ask. She doesn't look too old, maybe three or four years older than I am, judging by her body-shape and the lack of sagging in her skin, but at the moment she looks quite a bit older. Her skin is nearly blank white. Her hair, which I assume under normal circumstances would be black, is currently a mixture between that and a light shade of grey, her hair is messy, and when she turns around, her scared little brown eyes look hopelessly broken. But above all that, and in confirmation to my assumptions of her being in previous custody is the fact that she is remarkable dirty.
In front of the fire is a man with a large, orange-red beard. I've heard of him, and until now only seen him once, the Chief.
My father, Stoick the Vast.
I watch as they bring the girl towards him and trip her so she is on her knees.
His large, angry voice booms through the courtyard.
"Do you, Drachella, of the town Myrn of Berk, admit to using magic in an attempt to by chance make this young man," he points towards a burly man, with dark brown hair, who looks impassive, yet, if I'm right, a little frightened, "fall in love with you?"
She shakes her head, crying. "I didn't, I swear I didn't."
He looks down at her, angrily, before a man standing next to him, also big and burly, but slightly less so than the young man, same dark brown hair. Could potentially be his father.
"Then what are these?" he asks, venom in his voice, before spilling the contents of the bag onto the floor.
I look at her and at the contents, and in a moment I make the connection. Oh no. Those were real, I could sense the magic from them a mile away (even though I was currently only 37 metres), and looking at the way the girl's shoulders shot up, she recognized them.
She hangs her head in shame.
"Let her burn," Stoick says, in that stern, harsh voice.
I can't watch. I cover my ears in an attempt to shut the screaming out. She sounds so scared, so tortured in her last moments, I can't help the tears that begin to drip from my eyes, or the heavy beat of my heart. I can't help it knowing that one day this girl could be me, that if I continue like this, and my magic is found out, I need to be more careful.
I feel a heavy hand on my back, for a moment forgetting where I am and feeling hopelessly scared, until I realize that it is just Gobber. He looks down at me sympathetically.
"Don't worry," he says, not making me worry any less, "It's over."
And I look around and indeed it is, most people have ventured back into the hall, and here we are standing out in the snow. Snow?
I look around. At first I think it is soot, but I slowly realize that yes, it is in fact snow. Snow that was most certainly not there before. Gobber seems to realize it too.
"Don't worry," he says, "It happens here all the time, this is Berk."
But somehow, that doesn't make me worry any less.
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Today we were being told a story. It was about the Ghost of the Bay of Broken Hearts. I pretend to not know who it is about, although it is glaringly obvious.
The legend was that apparently once a while back, a woman had a baby, but the baby was destined to bring doom to the archipelago, and so the King stole the newborn away from the woman as she was sleeping, and placed him where no one would ever find him.
When the woman woke up she immediately knew what had happened and attacked the King. He won and had her exiled, she spent the rest of her life searching for the baby, but never managed to find him, never eating, never sleeping and dying barely three weeks later.
Tears drip down my cheeks as I try not to cry. Thugheart, my oldest brother, makes fun of me, calling me a baby, calling me a wimp. Chucklehead, however, doesn't say anything, and I can see it in his eyes he's pieced together who it was too.
Our mother.
I wonder if things could've been different. If she'd done nothing, if she could be here now. What would she look like? How would she feel seeing me again?
I had been told my mother was a beautiful women of many charms. I only wish I could have been able to confirm that myself. I've asked my father about her, he only says that I look like her. Wow, helpful.
Sighing, I make my way back to the hut. I plan on seeing Furious again soon.
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We're still on the boat, but Vanson, who spends all day in the crow's nest, says he saw land just a few hours sailing distance from here. I haven't been eating with everyone. My uncle Bjorn usually brings me food, but sometimes I lock the door and he gives up and leaves. He tells me it's not my fault(the only one), and I tell him to tell the others that.
I've haven't heard or seen wind from my dad since we'd gotten on this boat and it's been nearly a week. It's OK, I kinda figured he wouldn't want to see me.
Tomorrow we dock, tomorrow I try to get some answers.
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done! Wow, another short chapter. Don't worry, they'll get longer later on, much longer, you'll see.
-httyd4eva
peace out yo;P