Chapter 2: The Locals Find Her

The waves gently lapped at Iduna's feet as she lay on the rocky shore, her body numb and exhausted. She had lost count of the hours, maybe even days, since the shipwreck. The storm had been relentless, and she was starting to lose hope. As she gazed out at the vast expanse of water, she spotted a group of figures in the distance, their faces obscured by the mist. The group, consisting of a handful of fishermen, had been out early that morning, checking their nets and lines. They had been scanning the horizon for any signs of trouble when they spotted Iduna, lying on the shore. The fishermen exchanged concerned glances, quickly making their way towards her. As they approached, Iduna sat up, her eyes narrowing slightly. She had no idea who these people were or what their intentions were. The fishermen, noticing her wariness, slowed their pace, holding up their hands in a calming gesture. One of the fishermen, an older man with a bushy beard, stepped forward. "Frau, are you alright?" he asked, his voice gentle. "We saw you washing up on the shore. You must have been through a terrible ordeal." Iduna's gaze lingered on the fishermen, her expression softening slightly. They seemed kind and genuinely concerned, but she was still wary. She nodded slowly, trying to speak, but her voice was barely above a whisper. The older fisherman nodded, helping Iduna to her feet. She swayed slightly, her body still adjusting to being upright. The fishermen quickly surrounded her, offering support and guidance as they led her to their village. As they walked, Iduna took in her surroundings. The village was small, with wooden houses and thatched roofs. Smoke drifted lazily from the chimneys, carrying the scent of cooking fish and baking bread. The villagers, mostly fishermen and their families, eyed Iduna curiously, but with kindness. The older fisherman, whose name was Erik, led Iduna to a small cottage on the outskirts of the village. He helped her inside, where a warm fire crackled in the hearth. A young woman, Erik's daughter, Helga, quickly prepared a hot meal and some tea, which Iduna gratefully accepted. As she ate and drank, Iduna began to feel a little stronger. She glanced around the cottage, taking in the simple furnishings and the warmth of the fire. For the first time since the shipwreck, she felt a sense of safety and comfort. Erik, noticing Iduna's gaze, smiled kindly. "You're welcome to stay here as long as you need, Frau," he said. "But we think it would be best if you saw the king. He can provide you with proper medical attention and help you get back on your feet." Iduna's expression turned skeptical, but Erik just nodded reassuringly. "Don't worry, he's a good man," he said. "He'll help you." As Iduna finished her meal, she couldn't help but wonder what the future held. Would the king be able to help her? And what would happen to her next? The uncertainty was daunting, but for now, she was just grateful to be alive.