*** Only the very beginning of the story ***
Chapter I
The fertile land was green and lush; the heavens above were icy blue, harbouring the first Sun; the seas were calm, and beautifully reflected the mid day Sun. The fishing town of Gyraghdryll sat quietly and peacefully on the coast, the sea air rushing through the town and up, into every man, woman and child’s lungs. Gyraghdryll was small, but accommodated a hefty number of inhabitants, it looked cosy from the heavens, that and clean which was a rarity compared to most towns in Midgard. And then there were the people of Gyraghdryll, they may not have had much, but they had each other, that and there town mead, which they could drink all day, and night.
The houses were small and dinky, they had two rooms at the very most, one of which they often shared with there livestock. However, they were well built, and well kept.
“Y’all stop with the pig.” Hilde yelled as she arrived back home from the docks. Hilde was a short stout woman, with thick, rich, fiery red hair, her skin was as white as the snow that fell come winter but as warm as her ale filled heart.
“But ma’, she’s lively today.” One of the children stated.
“Yeah ma’, and we have washed her up and all.” Another yelled from behind the pig’s hind leg.
“Yoah, well, alright then, but don’t tire her now; don’t want her to loose weight.” Hilde replied whilst placing a fresh loaf on the wooden kitchen top to calve into shares.
“Why not ma’?” one of the children asked.
“Well, y’all be withering away if she does, bare that in mind now.” Hilde replied solemnly pointing the knife at the children indirectly.
“You mean, we’re goin’ be eating her ma’?” the youngest child asked whilst pulling on the pig’s neck.
“Aye, when I was ‘bout your age we ate the pig last, ain’t that right ma’?” The oldest of the children explained.
“Aye, that’s right Ingrid.” Hilde declared, “any y’all seen your pa’?”
“Pa’ came by ‘bout an hour ago, down at the Aler’s now I think. He came by with cousin Helgar too ma’.” Ingrid explained.
“Cousin Eirik’s in town? Well, he never did say.” Hilde challenged, “You sure it was cousin Eirik?”
“Aye, she’s right ma’, he brought mead too.” The boy from behind the pig’s hind leg explained as he stood up, then made his way over to the door and leapt onto a barrel, “It real big ain’t it ma’?”
“And so it is,” Hilde declared stepping over to the barrel, “Now get down will you Snorre- you’ll do yourself a nasty injury.”
Snorre leapt off of the barrel and tumbled into the pig’s rear; she immediately dashed forward in fright, gashing out a stocky squeal.
“Now that is it you lot, get off of that pig.” Hilde ordered, “Tell you what, I got a job for y’all- go out and find your father and your cousin Eirik.” Hilde instructed.
Snorre huffed, “Do we have to ma’?”
“Aye, y’all do, and then bring ‘em back here. Oh, cousin Eirik will have some stories to tell he will, great stories from afar.” Hilde stated excitedly.
“Stories?” Another child asked, this child was the spitting image of Ingrid, just half of the size.
“Aye,” Ingrid began, “When cousin Eirik visits he always got’s stories to tell.”
Hilde slowly opened the old wooden door, “Now what y’all waiting for eh?”
The four children all looked at the fifth child- Ingrid- she nodded, prior to all of them rushing out of the door screaming either, “Stories!” or “Cousin Eirik!”
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