A Viking Story

Chapter 1

A/N The Cover Photo is based on me! I've never looked so good before 🤣

Blood bubbled from his mouth, his eyes wide with fear. Thyra grinned wickedly, drawing her sword from his chest, "Go to hell you..." Her words of hatred came to an abrupt halt as the swoosh of another's blade took her attention from her most recent kill. "You killed my brother!" Her challenger raged, "May the gods give me the strength to avenge his death!" She cried out as she raised her shield and lunged after Thyra. Metal calanged against metal as he two shieldmaidens fought for victory. "You have no right to be angry with me!"Thyra argued as she blocked an attack aimed at her neck, "It was your people who attacked my village! And it is not my fault your brother was stupid enough to challenge me and weak enough to lose his life to my blade." Thyra's words angered the young girl, bringing on a series of quick but skilless advances. Spinning on her uninjured knee, Thyra managed to get behind the girl, kicking her below the knees, bringing her down with Thyra's cold blood speckled blade to her neck. "As I told your brother, go to hell."

A long figure watched as the girl's body lifelessly fell to the ground. After a brief glance at her surroundings, the victor took off to continue fighting against the invaders. He pulled his hood farther down his face as he cautiously followed her. She fought with skill and great strength, with cool calculated movements she cut down her foes and seemed to never tire. She was the one, he could tell just by watching her, she was perfect and just the right amount of fire ran through her veins. He would have to make his move soon, they were about to take over the village and he didn't want her roughed up any more than what she already was.

Thyra's scream could be heard above the sound of battle, she knew they were being defeated. No matter how many of the invaders she killed it seemed to only put a small dent in the mass number of her enemy. She watched helplessly as her fellow warriors were losing their strength from the long battle and were being cut down mercilessly. "Thyra!" her friend's yell brought her out of her transe. Astrid was doing her best to fend off two men but as her strength began to fail, her attackers started hitting their marks, drawing blood from their many cuts. Thyra raised her sword, rushing to her friend's defense. A cloaked man stepped in her path, sword drawn but held low. Thyra couldn't help but grin at what appeared to be an inexperienced ego filled man who dressed to intimidate but didn't have a fucking clue what he was doing. Without hesitation she rushed towards him. Before she could bring her sword down on him she was roughly grabbed from behind by two sets of rough hands. They pressed on the nerves in her wrist causing her sword to slip from her hands, "Let go of me you fucking bastards!" She raged as she struggled against their hold but to no avail.

The man that stood before her came closer, "My name is Erik, you are coming with me." Thyra's eyes flew open, "Like hell I am!" She searched frantically for her friend, Astrid, as the men began dragging her away. Astrid was on her back with a sword raised above her. "Wait! I will go peacefully if you spare her life." Thyra cried out begging for mercy. Erik paused, studying the situation. "Spare her!" He yelled out to his men, "Tie her up, and bring her with us. She will be a valuable piece in bringing the Jarl his new bride!" Thyra stood in shock as his words sunk in. On instinct she began struggling against the ropes. Erik brought his sword against Astrid's neck causing Thyra to still instantly. "That's a good girl, now let's go meet Skarde." Thyra spat in his face as her eyes filled with hate. "Ah yes, Skarde is gonna have fun taming this one, only wish I was the one getting to break this filly." He smuggly proclaimed as he swiftly wiped his face and began leading them to the boats.

Thyra watched with a heavy heart as they loaded the boats with everything her people had worked for and what some of them lost their life trying to protect. Everything was gone, her life, her friends, her people, everything she had worked for, it all came crashing down in just a few fateful hours. She would get it back one day, she had to, no matter what happened, nothing would stand in her way. But for now she needed to concentrate on surviving, one day at a time until she could escape the clutches of defeat and build back the life she had worked so hard to obtain.

Erik gestured towards the middle of the ship where there was a cover from the elements, "The sky is dark with the threat of rain, you may take cover under there if you wish." Astrid sat as the drain of battle took its toll, "And as for our bindings? You have successfully taken us hostage, surely there is no need for these fucking ropes digging into our wrists anymore." Thyra retorted. Erik grinned, "I can see the stubborness in both your eyes, you'd do anything to escape, so no, you will stay tied." Erik walked off leaving the women to themselves.

"There is no reason to escape, there is nothing left of our people, our home, it's gone Astird. Everything is gone." Thyra said coldly, she turned her back to the lands she once ruled over. She was no longer a Jarl, she felt like the girl she once was, not knowing what life had in store for her, who she would be among the people. It was terrifying yet challenging as well. And there was never a challenge she stood down from.

A/N HEY GUYS, SO THIS IS JUST THE FIRST CHAPTER PLEASE COMMENT AND VOTE AND LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT ME TO KEEP POSTING AS I WRITE IT