2-Pain

The night was long and the pain had not gone away but draka still had objectives to complete and he circled around with the rising of the sun and dew of the morning. the search for the thicket that held his sister had begun, the life of his sister hung in the balance. The stain and musk of the mud and water clung to his feet and cloths, his face littered with thorn slashes and burning from the sting from a near miss blade and dirt under his nails and his messed and tattered blond hair meant nothing to him all that was on his mind was to find his sister.

He tried and looked he couldn't find a trace of the thicket; there was nothing so he headed back to the site where he was caught and had to stab one of the pursuers to escape. He found his trail leading away from the site and back deeper into the forest where he was leading them away and so he followed his steps one at a time. It hours had past and the sun beamed down over head and it was in sight the thicket where he had left reana; he couldn't contain his joy and rushed forward to find the bushes and surrounded area trampled over and his sister missing there was atlease a dozen foot steps around it and nothing but the blanket she was wrapped in laid there damp with water.

Ahaa" a violent scream burst out waling as if he was the living dead been beaten alive, a gut wrenching pain struck him which brought him to his knees and balling tears drenching the blanket; the sound rippled through the forest and woke slumbering animals. Draka cried until he passed out the images of blood and death plunged into his mind gripped him as he was unable to do or lift a finger. The words of his father rung out plaguing his mind "Always protect your blood,your seed and our land" The words bonded them selves to the images in his mind.

"Drip,Drip" The splash of rain water on his face woke him,Draka looked around as in a daze as if he was still in his house and everything was right this the land and the gods had not forsaken him "Drip,Drip" the rain droplets disperse that fantasy and brought him back and brought with it the pain he felt when he began to cry. It had been 2 days he laid there passed out animals and all manner of things in the night roamed close but never approached his sleeping corpse. He dragged himself together and picked up the blanket and started running he ran and ran came out the forest and ran more draka did not look behind himself because there was nothing left for him so he ran but the pain never left.

"Clank,Clank" The sound of a hammer and shouting of people ecohed outward; It took draka a day and a half running the way he was like a mad dog hunting for food. It was a town ruled by his fathers elder brother and the ruler of the eastern lands of Norwik. The blood ridden mudded face boy dragged himself to the gates of Larvik. The city built atop the steep facade of a mighty fjord and is truly an extraordinary display of wonder. Its uniqueness is matched by the backdrop of modest hills which have helped shape the city to what it is today.The materials these hills brought were of great importance, but they were also influential when it came to architectural designs as the vast majority of buildings have been built with many round shapes and wide sizes, similar to the fields around them.

The guards brought draka in and his half dead body shocked the town which roared with whispers and speculation. The large erect doors swung open and the guards brought draka in. Jarl this boy came running up to the gates and passed out form exhaustion!! the guard stood there pointing as the Jarl whipped his head around with a half eaten drum stick in it. Draka's face was abit hard to make out so he got closer; Now who may you be "He stooped down whipping the blood and mud off Draka's face and a seldom silence came over him.

Everyone Out and stay out!! Kollton shouted

YES JARL!! without hesitation all friends and family tumble out the hall and down into the discerning mudways."INGRID!!" he shouted "INGRID" he shouted again a Black, short hair double braided to reveal a full, wild face. Round brown eyes, set graciously within their sockets, watch devotedly over the sea they've watched over for so long.Scars stretching from the bottom of the right cheek , running towards the right side of her lips and ending on her chin and leaves an aching memory of famed glory. "What is it" she came out from a room in the back and she made no cawms and rushed over and picked up draka and rushed him to the back room and darted back out; "Kollton get the hurstwic and hurry!!"

The flicker of a torch waving as if dancing to the death's voice and commands. The hours had flown by and Kollton was stuck to the door guarding it. Thoughts of his brother and his first love swarmed his head,the thought of draka dying kept him awake ;the night seem as if it would not end and the sun refused to rise so he did something he hadn't done since his last war he prayed to the gods.

"Odin father of fathers,Freya The Divine,Thor the unquenched storm, Loki madness knows no bond; To the great family do not take mine do not take him he is my son and my first born do not take him, he has not earn the full right to walk in Valhalla; Give him to me i will make him into a warrior of no other kind I beseech thee when time is at it's highest take my life i will be happy to give it.