It Begins
The night was dark but the fire illuminated the people sat around it, noise echoed around the small plot of land. This was Magnar's plot of land, he governed the over the other families that lived in the small village. His word was law and he was hosting a feast. The men wrestled and drank mead and the young boys did the same, the women and young women cheered them on while drinking.
Ragnar son of Magnar sat in the barn downing mead with his friends they spoke of the adventures and lives they wished to lead. They heard chanting and realised the others were singing, they went to join them.
The night began to end all the families had returned to their homes except Ragnar and Alvi. Alvi didn't realise it but Ragnar was deeply in love with her, he lost himself inside her blue eyes he only returned to the world when she said "Do you need another drink" she beckoned him over so they were sat side by side. Her hand ran up his chest she had often dreamt of doing this, his chest was solid with muscle. Ragnar returned the favour with his hand sliding up her thigh they locked lips and embraced each other. The moment they both had been waiting for had happened, they rolled off the log they were sitting on and fell to grass, clothes were shed bodies interlocked they made love.
It was only a few hours after they fell asleep but they were awakened by the words "YOU SAID WE WOULD BE PROTECTED!" being screamed several times. Ragnar and Alvi looked around and as their vision adjusted they saw men with war axes and swords running to the front of the village, some were wearing the light armour his people preferred some by the looks of it hadn't had time to change in to it. "Ragnar get a weapon we need help at the front gates." Ragnar leaped to his feet while putting his loose clothes back on he said "Alvi get back to your home something is happening and it sounds urgent" Alvi nodded while she too put her clothes back on.
Ragnar sprinted to his home where he kept his axe and sword, strapping them to his clothes he ran to the gates on his way he saw the dead bodies of warriors he muttered the words "We'll meet again in Sovngarde." He arrived at the gate to find a bloodbath, a bloodbath which his father and brothers were bathing in. He fell to his knees besides them crying, he could find no one to blame for the horror which was in front of him, as he scanned the bodies it didn't take long for him to find what killed them. It was five large gashes across the stomach.
Alvi stood in the crowded room of the barn with blood splattered across her face and sword in hand. The remaining women and children with her, she was on high alert waiting the beasts to come and finish them off. She hoped that Ragnar would come and slay the beasts or at least survive this attack. She heard a panting and her heart dropped realising she was going to die she readied herself. Wood splintered everywhere and three werewolves walked through the hole and massacred everyone inside.
Ragnar's head spun round to the left and focused on the high pitch scream. He entered the barn only to find another blood bath his found one body in particular and he fell to the fall, his eyes locked with Alvi's eyes only this time all the life had been sucked out of them. Tears rolled down his eyes in the space of a few minutes he had lost everything he held dear. "Why have you allowed this to happen?" he looked to the sky while asking the question he couldn't believe the gods would let this happen. No it wasn't the gods fault it was his even though he was strong he wasn't strong enough to stop this.
