The Celt led Jordanes back to the battle. Jordanes eyed a pale mane flying through the crowd. He knew who the figure was. He saw men after the figure.
He ran towards the figures, took the dagger and entered it into their spines.
Tóra's eyes widened.
She gently embraced her lover, and noticed his shoulder.
"Oh Gods!" she cried.
"Do not fear. I am fine." He hushed her.
She saw as her father beheaded the men who harmed him. Her mother was in their grasp. Her attire torn.
Tóra eyed Hakon, grasping hands with his captured sister, Dalla.
Tóra began to feel as if the world surrounding her was the toy of the children of the Gods that was under the spell of a never ending twirl.
People began to surround them. She felt as if this was her time. She would leave this world and be reunited with her deceased kin. She wondered how they would react. Would they welcome her for her bravery, or shun her for her family was not pure?
Before their eyes, they saw him. The ghost of a man. His snowing breast now painted in the color of gore.
His fiery eyes eyed the young lovers. A malice grin appeared on his face, revealing daggers the color of xanthous in his mouth.
Tóra backed against her lover.
"I love you!" She cried.
"I love you too."
She closed her eyes, and embraced her lover's loving hand.
"AUFHÖREN!"
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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...
