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Isavet has left her home. She lived there for over half her life, but it was
constantly under attack, and it never felt safe. It has had consequences for
her mind and soul. She is angry, and she knows this about herself. In this
world, might makes right. If you own something, and you can keep it away
from anyone else, it belongs to you rightly. Everyone else feels the same
way, and likes to test those principles. Instead of making a life for
themselves, they take from others. Isavet isn’t angry at the world for
working that way. She knows that she could even leave if she wants to. But
that doesn’t mean she’s going to let it go. Okay, so they were more mighty
today. But what about tomorrow? She has gone away from her family in the
pursuit of revenge for the clan that burned her home down. She told her
father that she would return to them some day, but she could not have
genuinely promised that. In all likelihood, she is marching towards her
death. She is fully prepared for that, but she’s gonna take those men down
with her.
In this culture, women typically do not fight. They do not go a-viking. But
it is not entirely prohibited. If Isavet proves her mettle, others will
accept her. She will have to train five times as hard, and she will always
be looked down upon, but she is not going to let that stop her. In fact, she
is going to use her status, and their perception of her, to her advantage.
Everyone will probably underestimate her, and that is totally fine with her,
because once their blood meets her blade, it will taste just as sweet upon
her tongue. She knows that none of them is actually a real person. She
doesn’t wholly understand it, but she doesn’t need to. These are the
circumstances under which she was born. She will fight as they fight against
her. That is their way.
Her father, Ronan wanted her to go to the city, find a particular
blacksmith, and ask him to train her. He says that she can trust no one
else, but he is not right about that. The truth is that she can trust no one
at all. She can’t trust the stranger, or even her family, because they
wouldn’t understand. They let her go. They gave her their blessings, but
they would never do something like this. That is the lesson that she is
trying to teach herself as she walks down the road. Her mother and father
gave her everything she needed up until this point. But now she needs to
figure out her own future. She can’t do that around them. She can’t do it
around him. He was a great father to her, and she loves him dearly,
but he’s too soft. He still sees this as nothing more than a game. It’s not
his fault. He’s only spent a fraction of his life here. Isavet has known
nothing else. It is all very real to her. One day, she will leave
this so-called dome, but that day is not today.
She walked in the general direction of the town, but once she was sure that
no one was following her, Isavet veered off. It would be just like her older
brother, Vith, to track her in an attempt to protect her, be it at their
parents’ direction, or on his own. She has grown accustomed to knowing when
he’s around, however, so she is confident that they respected her wishes to
do this alone. She is going to miss her little brother, Leif, most of all.
She feels like a second mother to him. He needed it, on these dangerous
lands. He doesn’t need her anymore, though. He’s growing up, and they’re
headed for a safer region of Danmörk. He was not built for this kind of
life. That is exactly why she is risking everything. She wants to make it
safer, should they choose to stay, which they probably won’t. She thinks she
is where she needs to be now. There’s an encampment of mercenaries up ahead.
They won’t be very nice, but she will make them help her. She just needs to
hurt one of them first.
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