(A/N: So sorry for how epically -it that a word?- long it took. I apologize deeply. Now, without farther ado, Chapter 2! 3)
She ran away, in a frenzied, terrified, tangle of hair, dress, and legs. Things caught at her dress, tripped her, but she kept going. Briars snapped at her skirt, piercing her leg on occasions, but she ignored them. She had to get away. That… that boy, he should never find her. Ever. She heard him tumbling after her, trying to catch up. Her gash bled, and it stung from the air whipping at it, but it felt only just worse than the briars. Then, just as quickly as she had left him, a tree root caught her foot and she somersaulted into a clearing, quite unintentionally. She held a hand to her cheek, breathing heavily. How far had she run? She looked around. Nobody. Nothing. No noise, except for the chirping of the birds and the occasional scuttle of a creature. Then, what she was listening for. A clumsy, loud stumbling of a human. She caused the tree branches to weave themselves together on all sides of her, so nobody could get past. Shortly, she heard the sound of a knife hacking at the branches. She sighed.
"You must really want to kill me, don't you?" It wasn't really a question. "Well, I suppose if you must kill me then an introduction is in order, wouldn't it be? I am Katrina. I am, as you would call me, a witch. I would not, however, would not, could not, harm a living breathing soul unless necessary for survival. And the name one calls you by is…?" That was also not really a question. Her airy, slightly maddening way of speaking did not usually use questions. No answer, just at least a cease in hacking. "Hiccup… My name is Hiccup." Her mouth formed a frown of confusion. Hiccup? Why on this flat, green Earth would you name your son Hiccup of all things? She sighed. "I suppose your people like peculiar names to scare off your foes." "I… uh… I guess…" The branches unraveled like a basket, and Kat smiled at him, rather lopsidedly. He returned the grin. She was sitting on the ground, cheek cupped in her hand, her gray dress slightly brown now. "Hello, Hiccup." He stepped towards her, and she stepped back. "Do you promise not to kill me?" She held her head high, her wild jet black curls bouncing and her yellow eyes flashing. Her gray-brown dress swished with her movement. Her cut hadn't stopped bleeding, and it still stung. He dropped his dagger on the ground, and opened his hands. "Do you promise not to hurt me?" She grinned lopsidedly, before her head buzzed. The running and the gash caught up with her. "Ach!" Her hands held her head. Hiccup backed up warily, unsure. "Ugh, my head…"
He slowly approached her, still very unsure about the witch. After all, all those stories about witches said how terrible and nasty they are. But, the problem was, she didn't seem nasty at all. Should he help her? She seemed awfully harmless. "The proper thing to do would be to help me. But, I suppose Vikings aren't very proper, are they?" Well, that was cutting remark. "Well, lucky for you, Katrina, I'm not like every other Viking out there." She glanced up at him, her golden eyes meeting his emerald ones. "Words mean nothing until proven true, Hiccup." He grinned lopsidedly at her, before coming up beside her, holding out a hand to help her up. "Offers to help mean nothing until people trust you enough." She gave him a full grin, before taking his hand and standing up. "Most anyone would have left me here to die. You're special." He turned a bit red as they began to walk towards the town. The branches unweaved, almost like snakes. The small girl went slowly, holding her gash with one hand. Towards her new, and most likely with her luck incredibly short, life.
(A/N: Short, I know, but I mean, I have not been... lazy... wait, yeah I have. I own nothing but Katrina and however much stuff she does. Kthnxba all 5eva!11! Joking, I know how to spell!)