The pain of having a loved one ripped away from you is something no one will ever understand. You are fuelled by hatred, rage, another kind of power. You stand alone. Until you find someone who truly understands you... --Heavily out of practice so please forgive me. I just needed to write something because I am totally enamoured with Vinland Saga (and Thorfinn) and there isn't enough material out there. Needed an outlet. My writing style tends to be kind of like diary entries inner monologue vibes, with my protagonist generally darting back and forth on different tangents of thought which for me help the reader keep up with the context of the story, I apologise if you disagree with that as a style. I still hope you find it different and enjoy it.-- Also full disclosure- this is not historically accurate at all. I have some references for research but this is just a little story I've been aching to write. Let's have some fun with it! For impatient peeps who want to jump straight into Thorfinn goodness jump to Rore, then to trussel and read on from there! (Also Thorfinn's character is aged up so he's about 19/20 years old)