Chapter 24 - Hiccup

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My flame sword was swiping left and right as the arrows and blasts fly all around me.

My face red and flustered with rage as I push a Fractious down with my prosthetic leg.

My mind tries to comprehend where all of this is coming from and who is leading this revolt, but my heart yanks it back towards my wife and child.

Astrid is strong, even when she is with child, but I still have the raging urgency to protect her.

I spin in circles within the fog that coated the village.

I have to get to the house and make sure they're alright.

My winded chest finds it hard to breath as I sprint towards where I believe mu house is.

"HICCUP!", I hear the shrill voice of my Astrid in the distance.

"Astrid? ASTRID IM COMING!", I cry out with every ounce left of my strength.

But before I can lift another step forward, something hard collides with the back of my head.

All goes black as my face his the cool grass.

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My senses come to as a bright lantern is held up to my face.

"Ahhhh", I wince in pain. The large beardless man holding the flame chuckles at my expense.

Why is it I always get struck in the head? They couldn't just take me away? I have to be knocked out?

This is getting old.

Dozens of men are lined up all around the Great Hall. The grim and expressionless looks on their faces reveal the transparency of their despair.

But what was confusing is, is that I recognized men from both the Fractious Berserkers and Rebellion of the Wing.

I looked down and realized I was in my chieftain chair. I look down the line of people down the middle and I see my friends chained with their mouths tied up.

How in Thor's name did this happen? We were so well prepared for any attack, how did they know their way around?

Just then I look to my left and I see my precious Astrid tied up, Throk and another man had each of her arms. Her poor bulging belly stuck out from in between the large iron loops.

I was less stressed when I saw the infuriated look on her face. I knew very well that she could take both of them down with one swing of her fist.

BUT WHERE IS ZEPH...

The doors swing open wide to the Great Hall, interrupting my distressed thoughts.

Two figures walk down the center aisle as I glare with such abhor and anger I've never felt before upon seeing my Zephyr in the arms of one of them.

They reach the level I was sitting on as Magnus drops his hood.

Not surprised.

Then, I furrow my eyebrows at the figure that dare touch my baby girl.

Just then the hood falls back off of the stranger's head, who in fact isn't a stranger at all.

"HEATHER?!", I scream in complete and utter shock at what is before my eyes.

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