div style="color: #222222; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; line-height: 33.78125px; margin-left: 40px; text-align: center;"I felt my eyes widen in disbelief, watching as my family members fall down from being stabbed in the back. All because of me, because I was forced to do the unimaginable things for their enemies. A sob escapes my lips, as I was scooted up, slowly getting to my knees. I knew I didn't deserve to cry. I didn't deserve to do anthing I clutch the knife that were still in my hand. I slowly stood on my shaking legs, tears running down my cheeks. /div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; line-height: 33.78125px; text-align: center;"Out came a battle scream, that even I didn't knew about. " Bakke ud bastards!sup[1]."/sup I screeched, my blue eyes filled with hatred. Yes, I live in Denmark most of my life. Well, that is what my parents say. But enough about me, more about this battle of some sorts. I'm not even sure this would be called a battle. I ran forward, knife raised as I split,open the necks of those that destroyed my home. Blood of them, smearing and running down my face. My eyes were locked on the mam who was holding my baby brother, barely one year old. An enraged expression appearing on my face. But before I could do it, three men came out, wearing viking clothing, attacked the men. I let out a gasp, my knife dropping to the ground. I watched as one of the one with a strange curl came up to me, holding my brother. " Tak! Tak så meget, for at redde min [2]/sup." I stared at the silent male, wondering, Why isn't he talking to me. Is he okay?" As I step back, my arms wrapped around his tiny body. A soft cry escapes my lips, tears rolling down my face as I laid my head down on his shoulder. "Beklager jeg forstår ikke sup[3]/sup." I noticed his mouth moving. I tilted my head, before looking up to see the other two men were standing behind him. I studied the one holding the Xe, I step back, eyes widens as I glance over my shoulder. "Er en af jer tale dansk? sup[4] /sup" I whispered sofly, hugging the small child to her. The male with the spiking hair steps forward, holding out his hand. I look up, tears form in my eyes. As the snow starts to fall quickly, my brother started to cry, and sob. "Come with us." He whispers softly, "You speak English?" I asked softly, before feeling something warm and animal fur feeling coming over my shoulders. I look up, seeing the spiky male. "My name is Mathias, That's Berwald." He says, pointing at the stern looking one. "This is Lukas." He says, pointing at the one with a strange curl. "I'm Seraphina Inkeri, This is my baby brother, Anlaf Balder." I whispers softly. I let out a gasp, feeling myself being picked up by Mathias. br /br /br /hr style="border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: #cccccc;" /[1]: Back off Bastards! br /[2]: Thank you! Thank you so much for saving my brother .br /[3]: Sorry I do not understand [Norway]: br /[4]: Do one of you speak Danish/div
div style="color: #222222; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; line-height: 33.78125px; text-align: center;"Out came a battle scream, that even I didn't knew about. " Bakke ud bastards!sup[1]."/sup I screeched, my blue eyes filled with hatred. Yes, I live in Denmark most of my life. Well, that is what my parents say. But enough about me, more about this battle of some sorts. I'm not even sure this would be called a battle. I ran forward, knife raised as I split,open the necks of those that destroyed my home. Blood of them, smearing and running down my face. My eyes were locked on the mam who was holding my baby brother, barely one year old. An enraged expression appearing on my face. But before I could do it, three men came out, wearing viking clothing, attacked the men. I let out a gasp, my knife dropping to the ground. I watched as one of the one with a strange curl came up to me, holding my brother. " Tak! Tak så meget, for at redde min [2]/sup." I stared at the silent male, wondering, Why isn't he talking to me. Is he okay?" As I step back, my arms wrapped around his tiny body. A soft cry escapes my lips, tears rolling down my face as I laid my head down on his shoulder. "Beklager jeg forstår ikke sup[3]/sup." I noticed his mouth moving. I tilted my head, before looking up to see the other two men were standing behind him. I studied the one holding the Xe, I step back, eyes widens as I glance over my shoulder. "Er en af jer tale dansk? sup[4] /sup" I whispered sofly, hugging the small child to her. The male with the spiking hair steps forward, holding out his hand. I look up, tears form in my eyes. As the snow starts to fall quickly, my brother started to cry, and sob. "Come with us." He whispers softly, "You speak English?" I asked softly, before feeling something warm and animal fur feeling coming over my shoulders. I look up, seeing the spiky male. "My name is Mathias, That's Berwald." He says, pointing at the stern looking one. "This is Lukas." He says, pointing at the one with a strange curl. "I'm Seraphina Inkeri, This is my baby brother, Anlaf Balder." I whispers softly. I let out a gasp, feeling myself being picked up by Mathias. br /br /br /hr style="border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: #cccccc;" /[1]: Back off Bastards! br /[2]: Thank you! Thank you so much for saving my brother .br /[3]: Sorry I do not understand [Norway]: br /[4]: Do one of you speak Danish/div