Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war. That was where Athena Rangarsdóttir got her name from. The brave beauty knew how to use a sword and it was her weapon.
( THE LAST KINGDOM )
( season one - season five )
( finan x fem!oc )
( cover by @evanschri...
▃▃▃▃▃ ‧₊˚⊹ ‧₊˚⊹ ▃▃▃▃▃ THE LAST KINGDOM 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 ─── ❛ battle of tenttenhall
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SERPENTS TONGUE ₊˚.༄𖥸 ── 𑁍₊𓄹 -- ❪ the last kingdom ❫. 𓄹 ╭ ‧₊˚⊹ 你好，欢迎光临 ╰ ✦ send me to Valhalla╭ ᘒ ✦
It didn't take long for the group to make it to Mercia. The Danes did not leave it in good shape. There were bodies of Mercians everywhere. Æthelflæd and Aldhelm were the only ones there, including some survivors.
Athena offered to help Æthelflæd and Aldehlm carefully move the bodies of the fallen Mercian's, so they could pay respects.
But Athena was also looking after the two redhead children, whom had completely trusted her and they relaxed every time they saw her.
The two children sat in the hall, eyeing everyone wearily. The Mercians stood in the hall, paying respect to their fallen people.
Young Uhtred prayed for them out loud, a hand on his cross around his neck. The group looked up when they heard someone walk in.
"Where are they?" Uhtred spoke, his eyes on Sihtric as he walked in, Athena at his side. "Why is she not ready?" He questioned, referring to Æthelflæd.
"They mourn the dead." Sihtric simply said as he fell in line with the siblings, walking further into the hall.
Athena's eyes landed on the two red-headed children, a soft smile on her face as she left the two men's side, not before bowing her head at the dead.
"Are you boys right?" Athena softly asked, moving towards them as their eyes lightened up at the sight of her. "No one had harmed you?" She ruffled both of their hairs as they stared up at her.
"No." The eldest one answered her, faint grin on his face as he held his younger brother's arm. "What are they doing?" He then asked, nodding his head towards the Mercian's.
Athena sighed as she stood in front of them, looking over her shoulder with a sad look. "Paying respect to the dead." Athena simply said. "That is how Saxons do it, I suppose."
"It's strange." The youngest one said, frown in his face. "And the words he is saying." He pointed towards Young Uhtred.
Athena slowly nodded her head in agreement, a soft smile on her face. "Perhaps. It is something I will never get use t-"
"Danes!" Athena immediately turned at the loud voice of Finan. "The Danes are here!" He yelled frown outside the hall. Athena looked over to Uhtred with wide eyes. "They're heading towards the gates!"
