[1] The Healer || Halfdan ✔

Chapter 12: Bonfire

As the attack died down, Hedvig didn't really know what to do. Her agressivity during the fight, surprised herself. And it made her ask if it was what she wanted when she seeked revenge.

After capturing the surrendered soldiers, they led them back to the viking camp. The sky started to darken as they arrived back, Hedvig a little falling behind, still trying to approach what she just did and why she enjoyed it so much.

The vikings prepared a feast to celebrate their first, little victory on the new land. Fires were lit to cook the animals which were got in the forest. Hedvig make sure the captives had guards and ploped down on a log next to a fire. She was watching the dancing orange flames as she felt somebody's presence beside her. When she glanced there Halfdan was looking back at her with an admiring look. Hedvig snatched her head away, blushing, just from that look.

"You did a great job today." He states, which surprises Hedvig. She looks back to him a little smile on her lips.

"Thank you" she says still smiling. She truely appreciated it. He nodded back to her with a smirk. As they locked eyes it was if the time just stopped. When suddenly some sound disturbed them. Halfdan tore away his eyes, furrowing his brows. Hedvig followed his gaze and both of them got up to have a closer look on the commotion at the edge of the camp.

As they arrived to the edge a huge beacon could be seen, lit by an escaped french soldier.

"News of our arrival will soon reach Paris." said Hedvig as she observed the signal fire. Harald glanced at her, and a smile crept over his face as a thought occured in his mind.

"Come" he said as he gestured to Hedvig and Halfdan to follow him. They went after him without a question.

The captured soldiers were tied up to each other and a tree. Halfdan loosed the rope from the tree, pulled up the captives and started to lead them to the beacon with Harald. Hedvig followed track and nudged the soldier forward. She didn't know what was the brothers plan, but she knew her duty and followed them.

"Move, move" Harald hurried them.

"You'll give Christians a bad name. They'll say all Christians are fat and lazy." Halfdan laughed in pure joy, he was really enjoying himself. Hedvig realised what their plan was and surprising even the idea pleased her. She wanted her enemies to suffer. These thoughts truely scared her, but she couldn't help, but act as she needed and wanted to. As soon as they reached the beacon, the brothers with Hedvig's help tied the captives to the legs of the signal fire. Halfdan side glanced to her and offered a torch to her.

"Get your revenge, light them up" he said with a huge smiled. Hedvig after a little hesitation reached for the fire and stepped closer to the soldier. When she lit the beacon and heard the screams, a smile crept over her face, little did she know somebody was looking at her. Halfdan was observing her and he liked what he saw. The lights danced in her eyes and she looked like the goddess of death with the torch still in her hand.