It's been a week since my birthday and, after adding a hundred more gold pieces (yeah, I'm really pushing my budget) to the money I was going to spend on buying myself a birthday present, I bought myself house.
When I say bought, of course, I mean that I designed one and paid people to build it for me. Somehow, the whole, 'house appear over night' thing seemed a little reckless.
Why so expensive? You ask. Well, see, while the average, small house costs only fifty gold pieces to eighty gold pieces, this house was a) an hour's walk from the village square (or ten minutes via this supercool animal that Trader Johann had brought in from the mainland… he called it a 'horse'?), right next to a lake in the middle of the woods; and b) not by any means a small house.
It was two storeys high and consisted of eight bedrooms, two living rooms and, unknown to them (yes, I used magic here, but it was for a secret area, so no one will know) a secret passage which led to the best three parts of the house! Storage, bathroom (I used a spell which can draw water up from an opening!) and, of course, my actual bedroom, which comprised of a bed, a wall-hanging of my grandparents and I, and some… other stuff.
I move in today and I am very excited! Since my grandparents' death, this is the first place I can call home, which is why the house is so big, one day I wish to start a family here, and when that time comes, I want to have enough room for them.
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I've asked my father for permission, he said yes. It's not much, just a small hut, one bedroom, located in the middle of the woods. It couldn't've been anymore perfect!
Furious definitely likes it, then again, I'm willing to bet that he's just happy to be away from people.
We've found a spell to change his hair color, but I insist that for safety's sake we just keep shaving it. Furious, of course, wants to return to the island, but I'm weary about the subject, we don't know if the disease which killed our parents is still out there, I manage to persuade him not to go.
He wants to see our parents, even though they died about a month ago, we've still not seen them. I feel sad knowing that there's a chance I may never see them, but I've got Furious to think about, he needs me, and, much as I dislike to say it…
I need him.
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I barely sit down before the interrogation begins.
"Where've you been disappearing these last few days?"
"Just going to the forest, trying to stay out of trouble."
"Every day… for up to six hours?"
"The trees are beautiful to look at."
"What's this Lirit mentioned about you suddenly being interested in healing?"
"I get hurt a lot. I figure I ought to know how to patch myself up."
"I hear you've been seen sneaking into the woods with medical supplies, yet I see not a scratch on you."
"They're a safety precaution."
He pauses, stroking his beard.
"Be that as it may, the heir apparent wandering off into the woods everyday looks odd, even more odd than usual for you… starting tomorrow you are banned from going off. You shall begin Viking training with your uncle and fellow peers."
My face falls. No! My mouth is shut as I stare into the fire in shock. No, I can't- I just can't. My heart falls, and the Wodensfang? Who will look after him? He's doing better, sure, but not well enough to last on his own for more than a few days.
If my father notices, he doesn't seem to care, and simply sharpens his sword.
That night there is a raid. I stay indoors, well, try to. I try and shut my ears, hoping to block out the noises, but that doesn't help, not when I can hear the dragons' shrieking the same word over and over again, mixed with others, of course, but not any less prominent.
~Hiccup!~
~Hiccup!~
Tears start rolling down my face, why are they calling me?
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weeeell, that's done! It's also my shortest chapter this story, so…
-httyd4eva
peace out yo;P