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"What is love?" ~✥~
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Thrain stood at the edge of the burning village. Blood all over his clothes. His eyes held no emotion in them.
In the snow, bodies laid across the cold snow. The Jomsvikings raided an enemy village. It was the base of command for the Athensvikings. They were descendents of Greece.
There was a long lasting war between the two power hungry groups. It was, eventually, won by the hands of Thrain and Floki. The Jomsvikings had won.
Thrain never felt anything for these people. He was taught from a young age to never give sympathy to your enemy. He truly believed the Jomsvikings were true warriors.
Suddenly, beyond the snowy blizzard he could see tiny footprints leading towards the forest. His curiosity got the better of him.
There in the snowy horzion was a tiny child. It was covered in blood and ash. He wondered over to the child.
It was a little girl. She struggled to keep her vision afloat. Thrain caught a glimpse of deep blue eyes. 'Those eyes.' He thought.
He looked deep into her eyes. They once innocence and happiness. Now, her eyes were filled of suffering and war.
For once, Thrain reached his hand out towards the enemy. "Come, child. I will take care of you." He whispered.
The words slipped right past his lips. This was just an innocent child. In some ways, the two vikings were the same. Finally, he understood.
He wanted to protect this little girl. He wanted to take away all her pain and suffering. Just a simple child changed his perspective.
For the first time, tears of sympathy fell from Thrain's eyes. They held emotions of guilt.
"Don't worry, I will protect you."
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