Little red

The Legend of the Wolf

Every story has a legend. Some are ones of love and adventure, new worlds discovered or new creatures seen. Others are dark and twisted with loved one lost, revenge, death and despair. This legend is one of love and lost and it is all starts in the village of Solime.

Solime was a peaceful town. Sitting on a grand hill sat the lords house. A beautifully moss covered longhouse, with a carved dragon head coming towards you. Just below the hill sat small longhouses and shops lined the many twisting paths. More than 200 people lived in Solime and the docks led to many more people coming in to the village. Solime was a trading town. From fabric, exotic birds, weapons and food from all over. The people in Solime were warriors. Strong man and women that had training there whole live to fight over seas and raid new lands for generations to come, but the people were also gentle. They took care of there own and were fair people. Yet in every village and town there was always one outcast. Someone who not many people know, someone who stays to themselves and in Solime there was one.

At the edge of town sat a small little cottage house. Hidden by trees and brushes the house wasn't able to be seen by the village and that was exactly how to owner liked it. It allowed her to be hidden from peering eyes of the village.

Estrid Aslaug was a timid person. Preferring to stay hidden from the world and everyone in it. Her little cottage was her safe place, with flowers and vines climbing the walls the safe place looked out of a fairy tail. It was perfect to Estrid, none ever bothered her. She could keep her secret with no one around. What no one know was Estrid was a witch.

Born in to a family of witches, Estrid had been taught to control her magic and use it for good like her mother did.

She don't look like the normal witch with tangled, wild hair and rotten teeth. She was born with golden blond hair that went all the way to her slim waist. Bright Blue eye, high cheek bones and a perfect smile made Estrid look more like a princess then a witch.

The timid witch did everything she could to stay away from the people of Solime so no one would know her secret, but every once a month she would leave her safe haven and travel into the market and buy all her food, fabric and anything else she needed.

The market was always busy making it hard for Estrid to be invisible. Young girls and boys running around, parents calling their kids, young couples walking and holding hands and man and women moving tho the crowd with ease. Estrid tried to stay in the shadows. Wearing her Black cloak lined with rabbit fur, over her red satin dress with her black boots. Estrid pulled her cloak closer to stop the cold from touching her body.

Carrying her brown woven basket, she walked with her head lowed towards the fresh vegetables. Two small boys bumped into her side causing Estrid to trip over her feet. She start to fell to the side. She closed her eyes and waited for the impacted, but it never happened. Instead two strong arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her into a chest. The timid witch slowed opened her eyes only to be met with dark hazelnut eyes. Moving her eyes down she took note of the slightly croaked nose, that looked like it had been broken, small lips and a strong jaw line.

"I'm so sorry sir! Please forgive me," Estrid quickly lowered her eyes to ground and lightly pushed out of the strange mans arms.

"No it's, ahem, it's ok. Are you alright." She had never seen this man before. He must have been from over seas she thought. No one had every asked if she was ok before.

"Oh yes, i'm alright. Thank you for asking,"

"That is good." Estrid give the man a small smile.

"Well I must be going now." She tried to walk around the man but before she could get around him, he stepped in front of her.