I stood alone as dawn broke, the unforgiving chill of the sea gnawing at my bones. My longship now just a ghostly silhouette, drifted away, swallowed by the morning fog, I Erik once the heartiest of my crew, was just an afterthought in the surge of their escape.
This stung more than the cold, this betrayal. But maybe it was the will of the gods or maybe it was just ill fortune. None the less the vessel that was my lifeline to home and honor was gone. My brothers in arms would not return. The unforgiving sea would see to it that, I was alone.
Nothing but the wilderness and the will to survive to keep me company. I turned my back to the mocking sea with my axe in my hand I scanned the tree line where the dense forest met with the open fields as a Viking I always had to move forward never back, with each step I took I felt nothing but anger, why would they just leave me behind? but I couldn't dwell on it, not if
I wanted to survive, I needed a place to rest, a fire to keep me warm with the wedge of my axe I began to work chopping through brushes and gathering anything I could find to make a suitable fire and shelter. As dusk approached I was able to make a shelter out of branches and leaves. I sparked a fire out of a flint I always carried with me - an amber of hope in this cold dark solitude.
I braced myself as the darkness set in. It hit me that I was alone in this unknown land. There was not going to be a feast tonight. Only the company of the dark shadows and what just lays Beyond. The cold wind blows and the tree leaves rustle this is going to be a long night. I needed to get rest if I was going to get a head start in the morning.
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Wolf-thane
Non-FictionIn the midst of a dense, unforgiving forest, a lone Viking warrior named Erik finds himself abandoned by his brethren. The land is teeming with challenges, from the rugged terrain to the unknown creatures lurking in the shadows. Amidst survival, Eri...
