The Forbidden Saga G×G

PART 1:

-A word-strife I learned, | most woeful of all, A speech from the fullness | of sorrow spoken, When fierce of heart | her sons to the fight Did Guthrun whet | with words full grim.-GUTHRUNARHVOT

Prologue:

Angelique's POV:

With the end of the ninth century coming to a close and the dawning of the tenth. Danish raiders from Norway began to plunder our village's and kingdoms in their attempt to steal whatever gold they can possibly carry taking woman and children hostage to do God knows what with them. Today on the 2nd of April 1010 Danish invaders lead by a merciless Jarl or so they called him lead a small army of his people, to reap Mercia my neighbouring kingdom of everything they had. Barging into homes of those we love kill the fathers of children and husbands of woman. And for what to burn their houses to the ground to spill another ounce of blood.......

My King sent a small legion of his best men to aid the struggling country, yet to avail the Danish invaders won but at a cost....

Soon after that bend my destined fate as well as hers......

Chapter 1: Blood lust

Once the last of a Christian mans blood was spilled upon their holy ground an axe blade shined bright within the suns graceful rays. Behind its hilt stood a woman in her prime a hardened face scared with battle warn by her duties to her Jarl. Yet from a far you could see the mans head hang from a wooden pike seamlessly placed there by the Christian armies master a man who's name carried too much weight in silver for only one Dane to carry on her own. Sigurd was her name a title she took upon herself once her flesh met glory when she herself was but an infant.
Sigurd stood tall her axe worn so was her soul she was one of very few left upon this field of battle. Her boots wet with blood and mud. Clouds gathered above them as crows pecked at the eyes of those whom gave their lives she laid her axe down kneeling before a man she held dear to her. A man who raised her thought her everything she knew to become a battle hardened and feared drengr. Yet the sight of Ivarr's lifeless before her made her pray to Odin that he will find his way to the halls of Valhalla. For she had not seen a man of his age fight like he did. Once Ivarr took an axe in hand little could be done to stop the man he fought as if he was only twenty winters young. A boy full of life and in search of his hunger for glory. Once Sigurd stood she took his axe in hand leaving hers on his chest Ivarr's hands  held it close to his heart.
"Odin will take him without a doubt." A wounded man on her left laid claim to what she feared. Ivarr was no good man yes he thought her everything he knew but he did find it entertaining to fool around with married woman quite a mystery as to how he has managed to make it to such a good age to meet the All-Father. Sigurd gave the man a scoff in response right as she turned away from Ivarr. Gunnar was the mans name he was a cherished warrior such as Sigurd yet not as skilled as she was nor seen as a drengr for to the Jarl he had too many flaws. Alas now their Jarl has succumbed to his wounds.
"Those Christian bacraut.. What will become of our clan now?" Sigurd questioned more herself she was yet to foresee the challenges that may lay ahead of a mistake she was soon to make regarding the Jarl's wife. Whom sat on the edge of a jagged stone she held her husbands sword in her tired hands tears flowing like a river after the rain has fallen well upon the land.
"You continue to salt the sand with your tecodis." Sigurd claimed for once her tone of voice was as gentle as a field mouse she invited herself to sit next to the mourning queen Valdis only shook her head in response to what Sigurd said. She sniffed at the mere thought of her Jarl no longer being by her side yet Sigurd did not show any emotion toward her dead master.
"You are not sad?" She asked her lips quivered, along with her voice cracking Valdis must have forced these words because her voice was none Sigurd remembered.
"I cannot grief over a man when I've seen so many deaths." She claimed with a certain calmness in her eyes. Valdis shook her head once she stood to her feet the poor queen almost fell over calling Sigurd's swift aid to keep her upright.
"Careful now. You are wounded?" She asked a tone of concern fell over Sigurd's lips as she stared at her queen.
"I was not meant for battle like you Sigurd I bleed easy and bruise well."

"Yet you had more balls to fight than some of these men."  Sigurd's claim aroused a chuckle from the queen she knew her battle warn friend was correct. Many of the dead, wounded or alive questioned her husband. Alas as Ivarr thought her Sigurd though she did not always agree with her Jarl stayed loyal to him and most importantly Valdis herself. The injured queen clung to the drengr as if she was the last pole she had left to lean on in times of dire need this warmed Sigurd's heart knowing that someone was dependent of her.
"Such is true. Thank you Sigurd."

"For what my queen?"

"Not revolting against my husband such as these Christian bastards."

Sigurd only chuckled she did not manage to think of a reason why she stood by her Jarl's side perhaps a simple one as mentioned before hand it was because of Ivarr's teachings that she did not dare question him. With no more words to be spoken she aided her Queen to a nearby horse the animals saddle had one lonely arrow imbedded within the bridle itself had but one little strand of leather that was cut loose by a blade as someone sought to pluck the animals former master from his saddle. Once Valdis managed to keep herself upright upon the leather Sigurd took a turn as she guided the animal away from bleeding corpses until one man managed to take hold of her ankle.
His armor had a peculiar insignia on it the fabric that it had covered was smeared in blood but a red cross could be seen as crimson red and a strange red orange colour did not mix well. She took a step aside but for in dying breath his grip was quite strong.
"God will not forgive your actions Heathens you will burn in the fires of hell." He chocked on his final words before his soul departed Midgard Sigurd bent down. Gripping his hair lifting his head slightly just to look into his dying eyes.
"Your God does not scare me bastard." She spoke dropping his head to the ground before she made use of her boot to deliver a final and fatal blow to his head.
Valdis shook her head pained by the more bloodshed more so troubled by the idea that Sigurd might enjoy robbing people from their lives a deed that would trouble the coldest soul.
"Are you not troubled by the lives you take?" She asked her tone more strained than it formally was . Yet Sigurd paid no attention to her question once she wiped her one boot against the other she took a great hold over the horses bridle leading it away from the field of battle ignoring their former Jarl's lifeless body.
"As I said it has but become second nature to take the lives of men and woman alike." Valdis smiled more to herself at the time Sigurd caught sight of another horse without its mount she neared the animal keeping Valdis in sight of her. Just once she had come close to the dark animal she could see a gaping wound in its flank. Sigurd at the time gathered it was caused by a blade from one of the soldiers.
"Will you put the animal out of his misery?"

"He seems to be alright for now but the journey home it is much to far for him."

"We travel together pace ourselves... You leave most of our men behind?"

"Those who can mount horses will and have already took their leave the ones who stay behind they are too grave to make camp." Valdis only shook her head in response to what Sigurd had said. After which she mounted the injured animal deciding to head back to camp a few kilometers away from where they have found themselves. She tied Valdis's horse to a small gap in the saddle leading the way home.