Her name is Saga. |Lothbrok brothers| Vikings|

Burns

"Would you like to bathe?" A blonde asked. I got up from the hot coals beneath me keeping me warm. "Yes please." I replied. "Please excuse Ragnar's rudeness. I am Helga, Ragnar doesn't know how to be friendly most of the time." I smiled "I truly understand his reasons."

After her nice relaxing bath, she
started to feel suffocated. Helga was sweet yes, but she didn't want to feel trapped here. The last place she ended up at, she was a slave. She had scars to prove it. So many of them glazed her back with deep thick scars that traced down her spine.

Torture.

She did not want to think about all of the agony she went through, so she decided to sleep.

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Panting

Running

I was running like I was directed, my body felt heavy. I felt fatigued. I heard screams of terror and sound of uprising flames that drenched the air with heavy smoke. The smell of burning wood filling my nostrils along With cold air. The ground was wet, but I had to keep running. My fiery hair swaying behind as tears soaked my cheeks.

Screams.

She awoke with a burning in her chest. It weaving up and down. She felt lost and scared, the nightmares never let her be. She looked around her tent to process her surroundings. Her heart beating fast against her chest. She stood up quickly grabbing the lantern to exit her tent, as she walked threw the over lapping fabric she could hear sounds of drums.

Her heart did leaps with fear. She wanted comfort, but she knew no one. They were strangers. She saw tall silhouettes standing around a building where the loud drums came from. She set her lantern down while wrapping her coat around and began walking towards the buildings.

She entered, slowly people noticed her.

"Ah, Saga would you like to play a game?" Ragnar offered. She nodded following Him towards the darts to be thrown at the painted wood.

"Who would like to play against me?" She said raising an eybrow. She heard someone clear their throat and walk towards her. " I would." A tall man who looked like Ragnar. " Saga meet my son, Ubbe. Ubbe meet Saga." he said with a playful smirk. " Hello prince. Are you ready to miss?" She said confidentiality.

Each took a sip of burning alcohol and prepared to throw there knives. Ubbe went first barely missing the bullseye. Saga chuckled, concentration spread on her face. Quickly, she threw her knife hitting dead center. Everyone cheered as Ubbe had looked defeated. "What? Didn't see that coming prince? Better luck next time" She grinned and sipped her ale. " I am impressed, did not think you could be so manly" Ragnar teased. "And all you do is sing Ragnar" she smirked back. Quietly people snickered.

Saga had been admired by Ubbe. Her features were soft, her skin pale and covered in light freckles, her eyes glowed and so did her smile. As he looked at her from behind eyeing her red long hair, he noticed scars traced on her neck and went down, his mouth gaped.

What had happened?

Tadaaaa! I really like this chapter, might be rewriting the second one though. Thoughts? I'd love some. (: anyways hope you liked it!! By loves¡