Vikings
Trapped in a world he does not know, amongst a people he never knew, Anakin may find the very thing to keep him from the darkside. Sometimes it is better that the past is not forgotten.
Chapter 1: The Northmen
And in the north they rose
From the seas and dreaded ice
They knew want and sacrifice
And saw through christian lies
From the sea they rose.
Pirates and wanderers they were
Fierce and strong as the stones
On which they walked from their own homes
Honest as were not their foes
Never a lie did they utter.
And a strong wind from the north did come
From distant plains and another sun
And a Viking never runs
But seeks to know what has been brung
And so stranger will know where he has been rung.
Anakin's POV
He kept seeing the same girl every night in his dreams. The girl with long blonde hair, sides held back in a tight braid, intense ocean colored eyes. Who carried an actual sword and round shield. Always running to battle, or upon a boat with great waves hitting upon it. Never did he get a name. Always she was smiling as she ran towards battle. It had crowded out the dreams he had of Padme's death. And upon waking he would hear a great clap of Thunder. This sense of overwhelming presence and power, far beyond that which he knew of the Force would come upon him. And he did not know who to turn to. Obi Wan would not even listen about the dreams about Padme', who would definately not listen about one about a stranger. And this strange longing would always come over him after. The desire to dare all odds to discover lands and realms that had no recorded existance in their records. To know galaxies that were not his own. To know those waves as she did. Even to know the weight of steel in his hand instead of the plastic handle of his own light saber. There was poetry in a true sword, an elegance that he knew now had been lost. Deep in his thoughts, his wife came to him. "I know of no way to help you, Anakin. But growing up in Naboo, there were legends…" she trailed off, her hand on his shoulder. He turned towards her. "What legends?" he asked.
"It is believed in Naboo that there is a seer, one who knows the way of the Gods and can speak with them. And through them, the people will know the will and decisions of the Gods. It's an old archaic faith that still holds in some parts." when she spoke of Gods, something clicked inside Anakin. Something that rang true but was half remembered. "Archaic or not, I would see this seer. I need to know what these dreams are. They are not Force dreams….there is something more to it! I feel it!" again, he could almost feel the thunder. Something had been waked inside of him! He saw the look in her eyes, it was like Padme did not know him anymore. Perhaps she never did. She was at a loss. "So you will risk it and go then?" she asked. "I have too! But not yet. I have a mission today." he said. He turned his head, giving her a smile. As always it relieved her. He had a meeting with Obi Wan he could not miss. Something about a new planet. He kissed her temple. "I have to go, but will be back soon. I love you." he said. He could feel her relief. He got dressed and headed out to meet him. He met Obi Wan in the hallway. "Do you know what this is about?" he said curious. "To be honest Anakin, I don't have the faintest clue. I can't even decipher anything within the Force about this place! Could be it's to far away for me to be able to get a read." he stated. "What do you mean?" Anakin asked. "This new planet, it's not in our galaxy, not even the outer rim." he said, clearly confused.
Something clicked inside Anakin. Though what, he was not sure. They made it slowly to the main meeting hall. "Ah, welcome you are young Skywalker and Obi Wan." came the voice of Yoda. Always impatient, Anakin spoke "What is this about?" Yoda hmmed. "New planet, we have found. Bound to us, it is. Why, we do not know." he answered. "Bound Master, how do you mean?" asked Obi Wan. "Destiny Obi Wan. The Force showed me this new planet, a family, there is. Fierce they are, and brave. To this place, the Force says you will go." he was speaking to both of them, but Anakin saw Yoda's eyes fixed on him. He saw hope there. "Dreams you have had of this family, yes?" Anakin silented bereated himself for not being more on guard of his thoughts. "Only of a girl, master. A blonde girl with sword and shield." he answered. He could almost see her again. Yoda nodded. "Yes, and a man, steely gaze he has, strange dreams he has. Yet nothing of the Force he knows." Anakin had not seen the man, but all the sudden is was though he could feel him. A fierce man, courageous, brave, ambitious. But a good man. "I feel him Master." he replied. "Good, very good. Go to this planet, you shall." Obi Wan started at this. "Not your fate, to this new planet to go Obi Wan. Come back you must. This destiny, to Skywalker alone belongs. To your own dreams, you must heed. Go now you must Skywalker. Arranged has been your transport. Leave now, you will." said Yoda. "Of course Master. But first…" he had to tell Padme. "Now, you must go. Allignment of their sky you must obey. Take leave, now you must do." and he suddenly felt this weight, and voices speaking he could scarce hear.
"Of course, I will go now Master." he bowed. And something new ran through his veins. Obi Wan followed him as he went towards the ships. "This new world Anakin, it is harsher than our own. And its truths…. Just come back, alright?" Anakin hugged him. "Of course I will. And this man, if he has the Force, I will teach him as best I can." he replied. "And the girl, Anakin? I know you will not leave that alone. If you find her, be watchful of your own heart." it was clear his former master feared something. "I need something of you. You must tell Padme of where I go. But I must. I feel it." Obi Wan nodded while they drew closer to the ship. " I will watch over her. Now you be safe Anakin." they lightly embraced. "I will. And I will come back." and he turned towards the ship. He boarded and felt a presence as he did. Old, very old it felt. It engulfed the whole ship, like a light. And a strange word came to him. That his voyage would be… blessed.
Sigrun Lothbrok's POV
She had dreams and visions of a strange man from beyond the sea. A man in Christian robes that was no Christian. With shaggy blonde hair and blue eyes. A man with a light for a sword. She had been to the seer about it. "Yes, young Sigrun, it is true. A man comes. A warrior, who's fate is tied to yours. More than that I am not told. But Thor has blessed the man." he said. "He has heard the anvil?" she asked. "Yes, Odin calls to him, but he does not know him. No one has taught him of the Gods. Yet he hears them, he feels them. He is lost." he said. "Then he must be found again." she replied. The seer nodded. "When he comes, the Gods command you bring him to me." she nodded it turn. She could feel that. "Good. And be ready, this very evening, you will come upon him. Your mother must be there. Give him aid and shelter and make sure he meets King Ragnar." she nodded. Now there was hope. Now came someone to get her father away from the Christian madness. She smiled and licked the seers palm. "Thank you." he grinned. "Better hurry, he approaches now." she gulped. That meant the wreck she had forseen. She ran back home to her mother. The sky darkened. "Sigrun, what is the matter?" Lagertha asks. "I was not wrong, the seer confirmed everything. The man in my dreams, he will be here tonight. He said you must be there."I see, but are your sure!" she asked. "He calls out to me in my dreams, He does not even know he does it. A strange world he comes from, but he does not belong. They would make a monk out of a warrior. The others. No, he must come." her mother embraced her. "He will," she said.
Not long after the sun set, there was a loud, unfamiliar sound. Her mother woke her. "Sigrun!" she dressed immediately and they both ran out. A loud crash was heard. "Quickly!" her mother said. Sigrun's heart was pounding. Outside, the dust was everywhere. It looked like fire, but there was no fire. To the trees they rushed. And what she saw there she never had imagined. It was of metal, with glass and a smoke blew out of metal cylinders. The windows were broken. "Mother, quickly!" she ran to it. Another loud blast sounded. But through glass she could make out a male form. She punched through the glass. A gasp came out. This was the man she had seen in her dreams! The warrior they would make a monk! She hauled him out, barely concious. "Mother!" she cried. Before he passed out he only looked at her, as though seeing a ghost. And said "It's you!"