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THE GOD'S WERE FURIOUS.
The storm outside her tent made her worry for what Thor was angry about. The wind shook the tent walls she feared it would lift off the ground and take her with it. Take her into the whirlpool of disaster which was creeping up to her, ever so slightly.
Thunder was about 14 miles away, but it was getting closer.
The lightning crashed so loud she believed her ears may start bleeding.
12 miles away.
CRASH. Estrid jumped, she could feel it in her bones.
10 miles away.
CRASH. Feel the hair on her arms stand-up.
8 miles away.
CRASH. The powerful wind gushes through the flaps of her tent, blowing her hair as she tries to crush some herbs to distract herself – to no avail.
6 miles away.
CRASH. Her heartbeat quickens.
4 miles away.
CRASH. Thor is close, she can feel his despair.
2 miles away.
CRASH. Her tent gets illuminated by the lightning so much so you'd believe the sun was right next to her.
1 mile away.
CRASH. "God's please, please don't be angry", she begged, her eyes filling up with tears.
With the next flash of lightning and deafening thunder, the flaps to her tent fly open and her brother Ragnar, the younger, comes storming in.
"They've been murdered."
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After winning their battle in Irland, Estrid, Ragnar and his army return to Eoferwic to find out the truth of the demise of their family.
She missed her Grandfather, Ravn. The man who would tell her stories of their ancestors, and of how the came to Northumbria.
Estrid missed her mother, Sigrid. The woman who gave her life, who taught her everything she knew about being a healer.
Estrid missed her father, Earl Ragnar, who was oh so gentle with her and her sister.
Her sister, Thyra. Oh Thyra. Who would harm such a sweet girl as her sister? The God's deemed it worthy that someone murder her baby sister?
What of Uhtred? And Brida? Sure they weren't blood but Estrid thought of them as her siblings, just as she did Ragnar and Thyra.
There were whispers amongst the army. Whispers that Uhtred and Brida had conspired against their family and burned them all. Estrid and Ragnar didn't believe these tales. Why should they?
Estrid and Ragnar found Uhtred and Brida, they informed them that it was Kjartan. They believed them instantly – Estrid didn't need much convincing when she saw Uhtred's eyes after he told Ragnar what happened that night. Uhtred could never lie, at least in her eyes, she could always tell when he was lying.
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Estrid follows Ragnar everywhere, she always has. Being so close in age, the pair were always joined at the hip. She eventually accompanied him and Brida to Wareham, where they overtook the fortress with Guthrum.
She followed him in the siege on the capitol of Wessex, Winchester. Where the King was forced to flee to the Sommerset marshlands.
The red-head even followed him into a cell. A cell in the capitol they overtook not long ago, now as hostages to King Alfred.
— ❀ — author's note: hi. i hope you're all well and are enjoying the story so far! i'll love to know your thoughts throughout, and feedback is really appreciated ♥
