The Abduction of the Northmen

Chapter 17

The land was amusing to the foreigners. They never expected a land so far from their home to share an assorted resemblance. The land was very breathtaking to Tóra, as if the land appeared to her in a fantasy.

As they neared a vale, Tóra's eyes caught a figure hiding in the timber.

"Jordanes, the timber. There is a figure in the timber." she whispered as she caught up to him.

"Are you precise that this figure is an animal?" he asked.

"It was the heel of a human." She said.

Jordanes drew his sword, Tóra creeping behind with her dagger in hand.

As they neared, a body pounced down from the tree and pressed Tóra to the ground.

As Tóra looked up, she saw the figure was a flame of a maid. Tóra tried to break free, but the maid was too strong for her to break loose.

As the maid nailed her down, Jordanes was attacked by another figure. The figure of a male.

Tóra was able to release one hand, and punched the girl. The female however grasped her throat, trying to suffocate the Icelander.

Jordanes looked into the eyes of the figure and said something, a name.

Suddenly, they embraced. The girl on top of Tóra faced the males.

"Jordanes!" she squealed, releasing Tóra and sprinting towards the males.

Tóra caught her breath. She was ready to kill these people. She knew they were Arochi. Jordanes lied to her.

She grasped her dagger and sprinted towards the Germans.

She shrieked and lifted the dagger high.

As she was to hit the female, tanned arms grasped her.

"Tóra! Please! You do not understand!" Jordanes pleaded.

"Let me go you lying brute!" Tóra growled.

"She has a fiery spirit, this one!" the raven haired male cheered.

"Shut up! Where have you taken my father? Where are my father and grandfather!" she hollered.

She heard footsteps behind her.

"Boy! What are you doing to her!" a voice shrieked. Tóra knew that voice. It was her mother.

"Please. She was to attack them. They are not who you believe them to be!"

Tóra soon tranquillized her body. Jordanes gently loosened his grip.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"Who are they? Are you not who you said you were?" her heart sank.

"I am who I told you I was. I never lied to your people, especially you." Jordanes responded.

"Who are you?" the fiery locked female demanded.

"These are people of the Northman. Their kinsmen were among the captured." Jordanes answered.

"I am Áki, of the Manimi. And this is Ila, my lover." The dusk haired German said. He grasped the fire haired female and osculated.

Tóra stared at them wide eyed. After their intense embrace. The woman turned to face Tóra.

"I am deeply sorry for what I have done. I never meant you harm. Please forgive me." she breathed.

Tóra thought for awhile. She was not sure what to say.

"Forgive me for hurting you. I mistook you for my kinsmens' captors." she responded.

"I forgive you, sallow face." She smirked.

"Tóra. We "sallow faces" have names, German." Ila glared at her.

"Stelpur, this will not solve anything." Helga spoke as Áki grasped Ila and Jordanes grasped Tóra.

"Hündin." Ila muttered.

"Den Mund Halten, Ila! Es Ihnen Hündin!" Jordanes growled. Áki cackled as he held Ila.

"Sind Sie Hier?" Jordanes asked. Tóra stared at him in amazement as he gently held her.

"Ja." Áki replied.

"Come. We have an abode where we shall reside.