Y/N: *Insert your name*

Y/H: *Insert your hair colour*

Y/N POV

Stab, dodge, slash, repeat. Palik, the old man I had met in the woods all those years ago, was now fighting with me- sword to staff. 

"Stay lighter on your feet!" He yelled at me while attempting a stab. "You never know when you may need to dodge."

I heard the woosh of the attack and judged where it would come from. I blocked it with the hilt of my blade and thrust outwards to try and unbalance my trainer. But the old man did not topple over like some amateur. He slashed back fast and managed to knock me to the ground. 

I could sense the staff hovering over my head, and sighed begrudgingly. "I yield."  

He laughed, took my hand and helped me to my feet. He then helped me find a rock to sit on, and we caught our breath. 

"I 'member when ye' first fou' me, Y/N." He said, panting slightly.

I smile at the memory. The old man had not been this cocky when I first found him. He had been letting out short wheezes, which led me to him. I had not been as good with my blindness then, so it had taken a while to get through the dense forest.

My family had always told me to keep out of there. That there were monsters. But I was never afraid. I should have been. 

I had somehow heaved the old man back to my second eldest brother, who was working in the fields. Palik had stayed with us for many weeks until he was well again. He didn't say what happened, but he was apparently covered in fresh scars when I had brought him back. 

"Ye' weren't so spirit'd then were ye'?" I reply, laughing.

"Y/N, yer' the most spirit'd person I 'av ev'r known." He replied, punching me lightly in the arm.

I felt the cold front coming through, which meant it was getting late. "Palik, me mamma will be want'en me back now."

He sighed. "Run back home, Y/N. I don' wan' ye mamma gettin' mad at me."

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I trod the path that was engraved into my head and headed back to our house. 

"'Ay! Y/N! Ye' back in time fer' dinn'r!" The voice of my younger brother, Hendor, called out. I heard racing footsteps and felt his calloused palm take my hand. He led me the rest of the way, which was more habit than necessity.  

We went into the dining room and took our usual seats. I heard someone other then Hendor sitting down, and smiled. "'Ay Darrick."

Darrick, my eldest brother, replied, "Ay Y/N. Wha'cha been lern'n with Palik?"

I smiled at the routine. "Ah, we 'ad 'nother sparrin' match."

"Le' me guess; ye lost?" Hendor laughed.

"O' course!" I answered.

"Ay, Y/N." called the waterfall voice of my mother.

"Ay, mamma." I wave in the direction her voice was coming in.

My mother didn't have the accent of rural Asgardians. She was once a townsfolk, but my father had lured her into the life of farming, which she loved. But she never took on the rough accent that myself and my brothers always had.

The townsfolk were petty people in my brothers' opinion; spoilt rotten and boasting. They were glad we never grew up in that environment.

I had only met townsfolk a couple of times; with the occasional visitor to our village, and the very few times I went to the market. I wasn't a big help with selling, as the bustling activity was overwhelming and all of the different scents and voices disoriented my way to get around. But their voices weren't as pretty as mamma. They had a very posh voice, and my mamma was full of pleasure. 

When my papa died, she wouldn't speak or do anything for months. The load of cooking, cleaning, tending to the farm and looking after me fell to my two brothers. I had been forced to learn how to get around and do things for myself almost as well as a person with sight. In a way, it was sort of a blessing. I am not at all reliant on anyone for almost anything now.

I learnt how to tend to the farm with a lot of hard work and many injuries. I am stronger than any girl in my village now, except the soldiers. I can harvest, I can pick weeds, and I can even climb trees to get the laccinthaberries, a local fruit that is insanely popular with the townsfolk and even the royal family.

"We are having Dorina," Mamma announced. Dorina is a noodle dish with apples and the animal Dor, which is a flightless bird with sweet and sour meat. 

"Thanks, mamma." We reply in synch. It is one of our favourite dishes.

She places a dish in front of all of us, and I feel for my fork. It clatters to the ground, but before I could retrieve it, Hendor bent down and put it in my hands. 

"Thanks, Henny." I give him a huge smile.

"It's al' goo' Y/N."

We ate and gave our usual banter about the day as usual.

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THERE WE GO, PEOPLE! HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS STORY! I HOPE YOU DARLINGS ENJOY THIS KIND OF THING XX