Finna's historie and other stories

[Finna]

Ah be warnin' y'all... this isnae goin' tae be a SHORT introducshun... oh noo... *smiles* Ye wanna 'ear me story... so 'ere we go.

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Finna was not like other little girls. She didn't like to play with dolls, or make flowerrings to place on their mother's heads. Maybe it's because she had six brothers around her, but Finna liked to climb trees, she liked to do wild things. She liked to fight with her brothers, and she won a great deal too, even though she was a girl and even though she wasn't even the tallest dwarf in the family.

No, Finna was not like other little girls...

She grew up in the vicinity of Kharanos, in a small village near Coldridge Valley. She had a very happy youth, growing up together with her brothers. Her mother was Dorra, a sweet dwarven priest who did everything in her powers to help all who needed her, and her father Dror, a dwarven warrior, who was in the alliance army and helped defend the small village from the trolls that lived not too far away, and once in awhile came rushing in, trying to capture one of their children.

Finna had a great time, playing with her brothers, climbing trees, rushing up and down snowy hills, and playing with her uncle Beyram's big bear Sulphur. The sweet big beast let her and her brothers ride on it's back, growling softly when they kicked him in his sides... he knew they were too young to understand. Until one day he decided they were old enough to understand now, and threw them off. Then he lay down, and placed one big bear paw on top of them, laying them unmovable in the snow, helplessly watching their uncle Beyram laughing his heart out.

They went to school, ofcourse, like other dwarvish children did as well. They learned to read, write, how to speak the difficult, tongue-breaking human language that was used in all corners of the world as common speach. They also learned how to defend themselves, and how to fight. Finna was good at it and got noticed by her teacher.

When the teacher thought the children were ready for it, he chose Finna and some other children out of the group to get further training... and not just unarmed defense skills, but also offensive skills, and they would use real weapons!

It was somewhat of a breakthrough. Not many dwarven females were chosen in those days. Finna was very proud her teacher thought her good enough.

In the years that followed Finna trained and trained and trained, and then came the day the trolls took another chance of attacking the little village.
Her father lead a small party to the north side of the village and Finna begged him to let her help them. Her father looked in doubt, but nodded.

"Ye stay back, an' try ta git tha wans tha' break through. They shoul'be weakened a'ready." he said.
Finna nodded, glad she could and was allowed to help.

She saw her mother stand back as well, standing ready to heal those who needed it, occasionally throwing in an assault with her wand.

Finna was excited. Although it wasn't a very nice situation, she was thrilled. This was real action!

The trolls bursted in, hacking and slashing through the defenses. Dorra healed where she could, once in awhile drinking something and Finna defended her mother as well as she could. She got a very nice axe, small and light, from her father, a present. She loved it, it felt as if it was made especially for her.

A troll came in and made a move at Finna... she didn't see him and was swinging at another intruder who was fighting one of her brothers, when the troll, a rogue, suddenly came from behind and put his dagger deep in her shoulderblade. She cried out in pain, but managed to turn around and cut the troll's throat with her axe before collapsing, forming a nice red spot in the white snow.

When she came around, the first thing that she saw was her mother, holding her hands above her with a greenish glow on them. She felt a strange sensation in her shoulder. It hurt, but not too much, and she could feel the pain being removed.
Slowly, everything started to become more clear again.

Her mother smiled weakly and sat back, glad she could save her daughter.
Finna hugged her and looked around. She felt much better, but what a battlefield... many dwarves were pulling away fallen trolls, giving them proper burrials (since dwarves are kind people and have respect for others, even though those others attacked them. No one should stay lying in the open when dead. Besides, it's not nice to look at).

Finna sighed. What a battlefield...

She turned around when she heard her fathers voice and hugged him.

"Glad yer a'right", she said. Dror nodded and smiled. "Aye... bar it wasnae easy lass... it wasnae easy..." he sighed.

"Father, mother, ah've decided now" Finna said, getting both her father's and mother's attention, "Ah've decided ah want ta help defendin' as well, everywhere. Ah want tae become a warrior as well, like father."

Her father frowned. "Ah woul'be proud o'ya, ya know tha', bar ar'ya sure 'bout this? It be dangerous business, ya know!"

Finna nodded. "Ya, Ah know. Bar it be wha' Ah want, father."

Dror smiled. "Then Ah give ye me blessin's, me daughter. As soon as ye think yer ready, ah'll write y'a note to give tae yer teacher 'ere an' 'e'll have tae give ye permission ta go train in Coldridge Valley. There ye'll receive really good trainin' ta become a true warrior. Ah've been thar tae!", he beamed.

Finna jumped up and down and danced like only the dwarven ladies can dance. She was so happy!
But suddenly she realised that she would have to leave her hometown. That made her a little sad again.

"Aww, dun ya worry lass", her mother said, "Ye kin always come and visit us, dun ya", she smiled.

"Aye, aye, tha's true, aye", Finna smiled.
"Ah'm gonna train mother, and then ah'll come back and defend the village from tha trolls, ah will!"

She rushed to her father who was already writing the note ("aw lass, ah know ya, dun ah", he smiled) and rushed to her teacher who grinned when he saw her coming in, waving the note like a berserker and stottering to tell him what her father had said.

The teacher smiled. "Aye lass. Ah will sign tha'note. In fact, ah think ye'll be very good fer tha'trainin'! Ah wish ya well, lass, ye were a good student an' ah 'ope ye'll find yer new trainin' excitin'."

"Ah know tha' fer certain a'ready master!" Finna yelled after she hugged her teacher goodbye and rushed out again.

In the days that followed, Finna packed her things and could hardly wait, and yet she was a bit sad she had to leave here.

But then, the time had come.
Almost the whole small village had come together to wave goodbye to Finna, who stood in tears at the gate, hugging her parents, her brothers, and everyone dear to her, which happened to be almost the entire village.

Then, finally, she turned around and started walking, constantly looking back and waving, until she came to the turn in the road and couldn't see her village anymore...

She started walking, towards her new destiny, a long walk through the snowy mountains.

Suddenly happy, she started singing a happy tune, not knowing that she would never see her small village again...