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From: Rachel and Erik


Chapter 1: The boy from the Nordic Fjords

Sven grumbled it had been 3 days since he had last had a meal and his stomach was growling like it wanted to eat itself. However this was nothing compared to the freezing cold of the Nordic fjords, trying to survive there with only a fishing rod and a knife was not what one would call an easy life.

In the distance a silhouette appeared which started walking towards him. "Sven what are you doing here?" The silhouette turned out to be a gentle looking girl with black hair and green eyes. Her name was Alana a girl from the rival village down south.

"Alana" he nodded his head in acknowledgement "I'm here to become shaman king."

He raised an eyebrow at the girl as she began to laugh softly her head tipping to the side in a cute manner. "As if you'd win the king of spirits, that spirit will be for my village when I win." She twirled a lock of her hair gently in her fingers smirking at him.

He only growled at her in anger. "Just try me missy, Olaf are you ready?" Olaf was Sven's spirit a powerful war chief who once ruled over all the Nordic tribes in their area. Upon Olaf's death the tribes all split up into their own villages.

Alana chuckled darkly drawing a scythe from her belt. It was folded but once she pressed the catch it snapped into place. "Last time we fought I almost killed you Sven. Are you sure you want to test me again?" she asked her head tilting again, she clicked her finger and a wolf like spirit stood next to her. The wolf was jet black with glowing red eyes.

Olaf materialises behind Sven drawing his large twin bastard swords. "Hark... last time you and your dog caught him off guard you filthy wench. He was tired and weak from just travelling the frozen fjords and you caught him by surprise."

"Like I care." She rolled her eyes doing spirit control without talking. She was strong enough to do control without speaking and she waited calmly a smile on her face.

Sven growls drawing both his swords that were reforged from Olaf's old swords. "SPIRIT FORM, UNITY." He cried and bonded with his spirit. All was quiet as he merely looked at the girl.

Alana smiled twirling her scythe casually her eyes now a glowing red from the unity with her wolf. "You know Sven this never would have happened if you had agreed, all you had to do was say yes to our engagement but NO," Her eyes darkened "you had to say no." She got into a battle position her scythe pointing at Sven.

Sven sighs softly poising his swords at an angle in front of him "I will only marry the girl I love. We've been through this, I don't care what the villages say I will not marry you."

Alana looked almost sad and lost for a moment. "But... I love you." She shook her head her eyes going dark as she got angry. She glared at him then started to charge toward him. "SVEN I'LL KILL YOU!" she cried.

Defending himself Sven retaliates with a swift strike to her legs which she only just managed to dodge. She spun her scythe at him, which he tried to dodge. He only just managed to dodge and their battle continued, both of them occasionally going for one another and their weapons would clash with a loud resounding clang. Alana got him by surprise lunging at him. He side stepped quickly thinking he'd dodged it leaving his back open. With a quick flick of her wrist Alana changes the angle and direction of her attack. Sven gasped in shock as he felt the blade slice through his back causing him to cry out in pain. Alana froze for a moment she never really wanted to actually hurt him.

"A... are you ok?" she asked dropping her scythe going to his side, her hand touching his shoulder. Sven smirks using her distraction to strike, he lunges backwards thrusting his his swords at her cutting her hip. However the force in which he hit her sent her flying backward smashing into a tree. She winced coughing up some blood.

Sven stood up calmly looking at her with an empty stare before releasing his spirit control, sheathing his swords he turned and began to walk away. "You're not even worth my time."

Alana watched him go before she stood up weakly spitting out some blood. "Fuck" she muttered and sighed softly as her wolf spirit healed her. This was her spirits special talent but she'd never tell Sven or use it to heal him. She sighed before heading east to Dobbi village. Staging ground of the shaman king tournament.