"I would like to speak to Lord Uhtred." Halig looks at him
"You cannot." Sihtric continues
"I would like to serve him." Halig repeats
"You cannot!" He goes up to him
"Now shut your mouth, before I fill it, with my boot!" I snicker a little at this serious version of Halig. He looks at me
"Something funny, Freyja?" I chuckle
"Yes, you're serious face is rather funny."
He rolls his eyes and walks away. I look at Sihtric
"Ignore Halig." He looks at me a bit taken back
"So you are Freyja." I nod
"I guess I am." I smile a little and joke a bit, I then cross my arms
"What is it you want with my brother, Sihtric?" He takes a second
"To serve him. Wait- he's your brother?" I take a second
"I'm adopted. But why do you want to serve him?" He takes a second
"I've never really had a choice over who I want to serve. He seems like a good man to follow." I take a second
"They will not trust you yet. You will not be killed, but give it time." I then hear Halig yell
"Hild, we will be using an axe!" I see Hild out with a little knife, kneeling down to one of the men
"Hild?" She moves the man neck, takes a second and begins to cut into him, violently and slowly taking off his head. She soon drops his head and throws up behind the cart, I go Over to her and move her hair out of her way
"Hild, it's okay..." I rub her back a bit, she begins to whimper, I continue
"It's okay." I whisper a little, in the most calming way I can
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We all gather in Guthred's hall, a bunch of lords have joined us, per his wish. As the lords join, Guthred comes in and steps onto his podium, he begins to speak
"Lords and Earls of Cumberland, I thank you for showing this great unity. Cumberland has, over the years, become a land for both Dane and Saxon. Together, with the power of the Christian god, we can achieve great things." All the priests and holy men reply
"Amen." Guthred continues
"As your king, I have decided that it's time for our army to March... to Eoferwic!" Everyone begins to mutter and murmur. A lord calls from the crowd
"Lord... I'm Ulf." Guthred becomes intrigued
"Ulf? My father spoke very well of you. Do you have something to say?" Ulf does not hesitate
"I say we have no enemies in Eoferwic. Yet there are many foes who will attack our lands when we are gone. I gave you men to protect my land and the land of my neighbours, not to abandon it." The Abbot steps forward
"I have news brought to me from all over Northumbria. Our enemies are otherwise occupied." Ulf becomes protective
"Is this news or hearsay?" Abbot Eadred continues
"The brothers are beyond the Tuede. Kjartan the Cruel is locked within his fortress and Aelfric, Lord of Bebbanburg, dare never attack an army that carries the blessed Saint Cuthbert before it." Ulf continues
"And what of the Irish?" A man agrees
"Aye." Ulf keeps going
"What of the Scots? What of Romes and Raiders? What it crops in the fields and livestock in the hills?" Uhtred then steps forward
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~Behind The Legends~
FanfictionYou must be wondering who I am, or even how did I become such a big part of the unwritten history of my people. Well, let me give you some insight of this glorious pagan legend. This story is about revenge, battles, friendships and even... love.
