"No!"
Tóra felt like she could no longer live. Her lover was terribly wounded, and the one thought that went through her mind was that she could lose him.
She leaped down to the ground.
"Jordanes..." she breathed. He breathed rapidly, like wild waves that crash into the sea.
"I... I love you." He breathed.
"No! Please do not leave me!" she rested her face into his breast.
She felt a pair of arms gently pull her away.
Through her vision, she saw a blurry figure with hair ablaze.
The figure pulled her into an embrace.
"Tóra, ég skal iækna hann." an ancient voice breathed.
Tóra's eyed as blurry figures carried her lover's body into a deserted hutt.
"Why do you help us?" a feminine voice breathed against Tóra's face.
"Did you Manimi all believe that all of us Arochi were brutes?" a low voice responded.
All she could do was stare and wait.
Jordanes felt as if his time was ending.
The sorceress echoed a jargon he did not know of.
A coppering aroma made his stomach turn violently.
He felt his throat feel heavy.
"Sh, keep still my boy. You will not leave our world this day," she whispered.
She leaned closer, cradling his drenched head.
"I have dreamed of you and my granddaughter. A beautiful life you will have, so full of love and tranquility."
"T... Tóra, I... I cannot l... Leave her." His voice rumbled.
Helga kissed his head.
"Fear not, for this is not your time yet."
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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...
