after Aesir, Týr hand and lord of the vikings invaders you village, you fine your self running for you life with his men on your trail. you hid behind a pine tree your black hair braided but messy ash on your face and dress ripped and Stained from your hut burning to the ground. your eyes yellow gold whaching for the men. "if you run girl i will find you and then ill show you what happens when you flee from a viking lord" his voice chills you.
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