The sky was painted in ash. His shoulder numbed from the pain.
His shoulder was painted vermilion. He felt as if he was stabbed by thousands of daggers.
He remembered hearing her cry.
"No!"
It pained him to have her witness him like this. He knew she was strong, but this was much more than she could be able to handle.
He felt arms grasp him gently.
"Do not fear me boy. For you have saved my granddaughter's life, I will return the favor." A voice answered.
"Are you the grandfather of Tóra Tristansdottir?" he gasped.
"My name is Caratacos, boy."
"I am Jordanes. The lover of your granddaughter."
Caratacos made it to a clearing and set Jordanes down.
Jordanes struggled to rise.
"I must go back!"
"No! You are wounded! Do not harm yourself anymore!"
"Please! My family is out there. My love is out there. All I want is to protect her from harm!"
The ancient Celt stared at him. He grasped a dagger and handed it to the German.
"Very well. You have a wild spirit boy. Do not shelter your spirit, let it soar."
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The Abduction of the Northmen
RandomTóra is a bewitching young Shield-Maiden who's father and grandfather are on a voyage to Germania. When the men of Tóra's village return, they have with them the handsome captive Jordanes, but many of the warriors are missing, including her father a...
