Vikings

Vikings

[Intro]: The novel is about a Viking family that gets destroyed. Its tale describes the angst and loss of the survivors, telling about a father venturing into this other world with his daughter.

[Comments]: the world isn't the same as ours (not only about the fictional stuff) it will get more evident as the story continues.

[prologue]: 

 ELISE

It was past eleven o'clock, my mother was in the kitchen preparing the duck and the cake for tomorrow. ''tomorrow'' was my birthday, I could never remember my age back then, but maybe it was something between 8 and 9. 

I tried to help her with the dishes, but she said that I shouldn't be involved too much with the preparations since it was my birthday. So after finishing some tasks, I went to the table and started messing with the salt shaker.

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''yor dad gonna be upset.'' she broke the silence.

''what?.. why?''

At first, I didn't get it, maybe it was something I had done?

''it's raining he's going to get wet.''

I hadn't noticed till then, looking at the window it began raining.

''oh..'' The salt shaker opened and spilled salt on my clothes and the table, I was wearing an orange apron that Mother had sewed some pink flowers for me in.

Under that, I had a dark blue shirt marked with brown stitching and white buttons, my pants were black and my dark brown boots were made of cow leather, they had a gold adorn of a flower as well, took good care of it you know? it never has stayed dirty for too long.

''Take a broom under the stairs'' Mother's wearing was almost the same as mine, only for her the apron that was white with blue flowers.

I entered the hall, near the stairs where I could see the main door, it was a double door, 'cause of the cold the north islands always have double doors on its buildings ours were a beautiful dark wood on the outside, and glass adorned with steel on the inside. Under the dark wood stairs was a sliding door (which isn't very common for most houses, Dad said that when building it, my mother told him to put one and it would be just like ''Harry Potter''). Behind the door were just a couple of brooms and a dark chest with an iron lock.

''huh, never saw this before'' thinking on the birthday I was anxious and unsettled, that may be the reason why I got so interested at the box in first place, it could be always there, just never noticed it.

The chest was too heavy for me to pick itup so I dragged it out. The

lock seemed old and was full of scratches but not rusty, definitely was not going to open up so I would have asked Mother for the key but she would just say ''What about the broom?''.

When the doors were slammed open on the wall, the atmosphere changed off by the cold rain. There was a pale figure on our door, soaking wet.

he was wearing dirty boots darker than mine showing that he didn't give it much care like I did, his clothes were a black variation of mine and his apron didn't cover his chest, it had a hot red rose sewn on each side.

he had his violent red hair in two wet braids, the longer got to his waist and was trapped behind him, the other one covered half of his face, and one of his cruel eyes hid behind it, a bit of freckles covered his red cheeks, the same that covered mine.

my eyes, an almost abyss of dark blue meet his, it was white with blue-purple shadows at the time he had two black semi-circles circulating his pupil, mom told me that when he gets mad they increase so it worked as a great danger sensor.

''What.'' it seemed more of an appointment than a question, as ever he looked a bit irritated with his frowning eyebrows, not that he didn't like me, it was more like it was his the only face he could make.

When I didn't respond he tilted his headconfused wondering if there was something wrong with me. He had a wooden box that he put near the shoes at the doorway, everything was dripping water. The box itself was filled with a red fruit called Arika, which was the base of my older sister's name, yes totally mature and responsible.

footsteps were heard in the back of the house echoing on the corridor. 'DAD!'' a loud brat shouted, different than mine, his hair was a short apple red, just like father has.

He were almost 2 years older than me,and was wearing his usual sleeveless shirt with a short and a boot more pale than mine (it was probably because he used it too much, inconsequent).As he jumped behind me into the wall,and then onto pop's, he advanced from 20 feet away to Dad's face in two seconds.

The loud brat was no one less than my brother, Ymir.

''you are wet'' He said regretting.

''What did you expect?'' He answered doubting my brother's intelligence

He got here in the rain of course he was wet.

For a second they looked at each other and then their attention came into me and my new-found-treasure.

''Wanna a hug too?'' As he said his eyes seemed to peer into my soul.

''I..wh-'' as in keep of my confusion my dad had already trapped me in one arm while holding my brother in the other.

the kitchen had a doorway into the hall where my sister Arika popped out with a stone sword sealed in her arms. She was 4-5 years older than me she was wearing a white jacket with black details on the sleeve and neck, in the lower part she wore black pants and the most dirty boots. It was her usual training clothes.

''Dad, look what I foun-'' As she was finishing her last words, father was already closing on her, in a movement faster than my brothers he trowed us and himself onto the floor.

Now we were all cold and wet from the rain. As I was getting up my mom called: ''Kaiser, take them to a bath''. So he took all of us with him.