House Whyte; We Remember
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Dragons. She just wanted to forget about them. She didn’t want to see any of her family die anytime soon. She didn’t want there to be a war. The list could go on of things that she didn’t want to happen. What she did want, however, was to be able to fight with more than just her fists. She had just never mastered holding a sword properly, and her recent efforts were proving to be worthless.
She couldn’t do this. She felt like crying, but she would not cry. She had to be strong.
She tried to swing her sword again, and it slipped and fell out of her hands.
Why did she even try?
“You will always be cursed.”
She could hear the words echoing through her head, a distant memory. They were just words, just a mean soul trying to scare a child. Her family wasn’t cursed, the curse had been broken. But with the talk of dragons at the tip of everyone’s tongue, the voice was coming back to her. Reminding her of her family’s heritage.
If any Whyte woman had the curse, it would be her. The only thing she had to defend herself with was her mind and a shield, and sometimes that wasn’t enough. It surely wasn’t enough to fend off dragons. If she wanted to survive, she was going to need to become more like her sisters. A real warrior. It had almost killed her when she was younger, trying to follow in her sister’s footsteps, but she wasn’t going to just sit back and hide behind her books if an attack came. She was a lady of Greyvale; she wasn’t going to cower in fear.
The talk of dragon’s was starting to overwhelm her. It was all Freyja was hearing anymore. It was all she was reading about too. She found all the books she could detailing the times of dragons, and anything that might possibly deal with dragons, so that she could learn as much as she could. She had to know how to defend against them best. Did they have any weaknesses? What did they really do? The questions swam around her head, new ones every day, and it was all starting to make her feel dizzy. She had grown up with stories of the dragons, and how they had tormented and terrorized the area, but before now it hadn’t been something she had looked into. They were gone, died out; she had never had a need to research dragons. She wasn’t sure what to believe, all her sources from her books were telling her that they were gone, but the whispers were saying otherwise. All she knew was that dragons were not something she wanted, nor needed. She was a woman of the cold, just the idea of the heat of a dragon sent shivers down her spine. No, they couldn’t come back. They were extinct. She just needed to keep telling herself that, and maybe read some more just to be sure.
The family was at dinner by the time they were all together the day they had been told about the dragons. Freyja had not seen her sisters for the past couple of days, but Valen was never far away. The twins had already shared their thoughts on the dragons, but the four siblings had nothing better to talk about. Dragons were all that was on anyone’s mind.
Freyja had stayed silent, ever listening to the ideas being sprouted off around her. Her father had taken his meal in his room; she hadn’t seen him at all since she heard the news of the dragons. Her sisters were ready to fight; it was all Freyja was hearing from them. She knew they were ready for it; she didn’t need to hear them say it to know that. They would do well, she had no doubt about it, and they could defeat dragons. Her sisters could do anything, in Freyja’s mind at least. They were true warriors.
Her brother spoke some words, but Freyja had stopped listening, she would hear it from him a hundred times within the next week just as she had earlier that day, of that she was certain.
“When the crown asks, we will be ready to fight. Until then, we have seen no dragons nor know anyone who has, they are still gone.”
The rest of dinner was silent, or if there was any talking Freyja had ceased paying attention. The topic was getting to be too much for her – she wanted nothing to do with dragons.
Just don’t burn the books.
Those words had been her first thoughts as she read the letter her father had been sent (while hiding in the shadows as to not be caught), telling him of a rumor that dragons were alive once again.