"Wait!" exclaimed a deep raspy voice from the crowd. The little girl opened her eyes slowly in hope. "I will take her," said the Scottish voice. The girl opened her eyes to see a man in his late 30s, she immediately recognized him. He was the blacksmith of her town.
His name was Erik. he had a long bushy brown beard and shoulder-length thick bushy hair. He was very tall and huge. His appearance was terrifying and people feared him. But the little girl knew how much of a softie Erik was. Erik was very kind, humble, and gentle. He even loved flowers which was odd for a blacksmith who is always surrounded by sharp weapons. He noticed how the eleven-year-old girl was different from the other girls. All the girls were symbolized by a pretty perfect rose. But Erik saw her as a sunflower.
She loved spending time with him while he fabricated weapons out of iron. And he loved teaching her all about weapons.
A faint smile appeared on the doomed girl's lips when she saw Erik.
She loved him a lot more than her father. She always wished Erik was her real father.
People stared at Erik and looked at each other not knowing whether to give him the girl or burn her instead.
Erik noticed their puzzled faces and thought of an idea that might save the little girl's life. "I will take her and we will both leave this town and never return," Erik said in a confident tone.
After a short silence people started nodding their heads at each other in agreement. Most of them were afraid of Erik so they decided it was best to agree to his request.
"Alright but if you ever do return you will both get burnt." said the girl's father.
The little girl's eyes widened in both relief and disappointment.
Relieved because she wasn't going to get burnt down. And Disappointed in her father's harshness. How could he be so cold-hearted? Did he really hate her? He was never going to see her again. Will he miss his only daughter? I don't think so.
The girl's thoughts got interrupted by strong muscular arms unwrapping the ropes from around her body. She looked up to see Erik the owner of those muscular arms. As soon as she was completely freed from the ropes she wrapped her tiny arms around Erik's large neck. "Thank you..." She whispered against his neck.
He stroked her golden messy hair and whispered "it's alright sunflower"
She buried her face in the crook of his neck and closed her eyes shut.
Erik was always protecting her. Whenever Fire felt threatened by her father she would always hide at Erik's smithy. She always knew Erik was her savior. Her hero. Even if he wore no shiny armor, she believed his welding apron was enough to make him look impeccable.
Erik carried the little girl and walked through the people who were still gossiping about the situation. He ignored all of their side conversations and went back to his smithy to get packed up. It was going to be a long trip.
Author's note...
I hope you guys are enjoying the story so far. Please don't forget to comment what you think about this chapter your opinion matters. 🫀
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