EYQWLHA

The ship is sinking Fridtjof! Jump! We survive we will fight. We were born for this." Bjarni's voice bellows against the angry, engulfing wind driving the river into mad frenzy rising twenty feet above the bow of their burial boat.

Fridtjof cannot move. The arrow that entered his child's chest pierces through his own chest plate. Leaning on the wooden bellow he lifts his head to see who is left of his crew. Not one. His loyal men lie covered with the damned cold river water mixed with the blood of the last Norsemen. The spirits told him "do not go" but he ignored his forefathers and followed the new "God" of his home. He should of never turned his back on his Scandinavian roots. For this he has paid the price--the death of his son. His only son.
Eyqwlha, (Ee-quil-tha) translates in English as beautiful. Follow her journey of repatriation, love, healing and more than that... a victorious survival in a brutal world.

reference: http://aptnnews.ca/2016/04/25/cree-woman-serving-a-death-sentence-unless-trudeau-government-steps-in/