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"What's wrong, my dear?" A woman cooed, her young son looking up towards her as she spoke with tear stained cheeks.
He pushed back the sorrow that he'd allowed to creep onto his face, trying his best to look strong, "How will I ever be as great as my father, mother? How will I ever know his fame when I can't even use my legs?"
She smiled gently, brushing blonde strands of her sons hair from his face. It was soon turning a dark colour, in a way that his brothers' hair never had. "It is true, Ivar, that you have been held at a disadvantage. But that does not mean you cannot be great. You will be great because of your disadvantage. For, to be great, you cannot be born into fame and riches. Greatness is measured by how hard you have to fight to reach that fame." She answered gently.
Ivar's tears began to dry as he looked up to his mother with a curious expression, "Like Alfild?"
She nodded toward her son, "Yes, like Alfild."
"Mother?" The boy asked, as his mother moved to exit.
"Yes, Ivar?" She replied.
"Could you tell me a story about her?"
The mother only nodded before she began.
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Her story began far from here. She was not a Queen, a princess, or even an Earl's daughter. And yet, her infamy eclipses even us.
Alfild began her life like anyother girl. The only difference was, the world she grew up in was far from conducive to the growth of a child. Her mother was a drunk, the cruel kind. Her father worked day and night and did not see what was becoming of his home.
At age seven, Alfild grew tired of her mother's beatings. After guiding her into a drunken stupor, Alfild took her revenge by cutting out her mother's heart.
As payment for her crimes, Alfild's father sold her into slavery. Children bullied her and told her she was weak. She was lead, for many years to believe she could not fight back. But Alfild soon learned better.
At age nine, Alfild took another life. This time it was a girl that dared to mistreat her. Alfild buried an axe into her skull.
She disappeared after that day. Rumors have spread that she has found new homes since, homes closer to Kattegat. If this is true, I cannot confirm. It has been three years since last I have heard of her. And all I can tell you, is the Gods have promised her saga is far from over.
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