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Chapter Two

I'm probably about 10 minutes walk from the big group of people when a spike of fear caught my attention. Slowing to a stop I assessed the emotions in more depth.

Veering towards the emotion I could tell by the erratic pulsing of their aura that it was a child, running away from a group of older auras behind the child's. As I continued to track the emotions, I made the decision that I wouldn't interfere until I had an idea what was happening. For all she knew the child could of run away from it's parents. But the gathering emotions from the men told me otherwise.

I started to pick up speed and headed to come up on the left side of the group of men. Slinking through the foliage the came into to sight. The only reason they didn't see me was because they were focused on the child about 10 feet ahead of them. When I looked at the group of males I nearly fell over in shock, as it was I just stumbled slightly.

They were wearing medieval looking boots from animal leather, cotton woven pants and matching shirt with odd bronze armour and animal furs over their shoulders, and big sharp swords and one of the group had a bow and arrows. But what shocked me the most was that they were speaking Old Swedish in a heavy Scandinavian accent, they looked the same as the models at the York Viking museum, that I worked at. Because off their heavy accent I could pick out a couple words when they spoke.

"The boy better be worth the trouble, Sven." the one with the bow and arrows commented, breathing harshly as they closed the gap on the boy.

"He is the village's chieftain's youngest son." The apparent leader Sven said. Running up alongside of the group but sure to keep out of their sight, I tired to sight the boy that they are after. Sensing that the boy was slowing down from running too long too fast, I quickly decided what my plan was. Picking up a rock roughly the size of the palm of my hand and judging the distance and speed, I threw the rock up to the sky and watched as it landed heavily on one of Sven's minions and knocked him for six. While the other men gathered round defensively round their downed comrade I cut in front of them diagonally and grabbed the boy, then carried on through the trees and out of sight before the men left the unconscious man and started after them with enraged roars and what she presumed were swears.

The boy in my arms was panicking but still in my arms and for that I was grateful. Running for my life from a group of psychos was going to be hard enough never mind a squirming child. Glancing down at him I caught fearful blue eyes and a shock a blonde hair and bless him, he only looked 7 years old and I could carry fairly easily bridal style. The boy was panting softly but was quickly calming his breathing. Good. Once he had his breathing under control then I could hide us for a while the group of livid warriors. So far I was ahead and gaining good ground but I would soon tire, it was a good thing that I ran on a tread mill often, hopefully it would help. I was taking us in wide arch near to the settlement I could feel in the distance, I was tracking the emotions in the settlement to see if the emotions changed drastically in anyway that might indicate that someone knew the child was missing. Hearing the rush of water to the left of me I abruptly changed direction to the sound. Bursting through the bushes and stopped when the river came into view. It wasn't wide but it did look deep so there might be a strong current underneath. Feeling the fast approaching emotions behind them, I made a snap decision and stepped into the river going along the side quickly I spotted a tree over hung from the bank and headed towards it.

"Throw in tree, little one?" I whispered into his ear, trying to find the right words in Norse. Looking at me then the tree, he looked a bit sceptical but nodded anyway. Pointing to the branch I was aiming for, and shifting him so that I was holding him around his hips. I bent my knees and threw him at the branch, I breathed a sigh of relief and hauled myself up after him. The tree we had climbed into didn't have much coverage from any angle but a tree a couple of trees away had the perfect cover. Getting the child to climb onto my back moved through the trees, I was just about to cross to the perfect tree when the men came through to the river. Cursing softly I manoeuvred us so that the trunk of the tree we were in was against the boy's back and with my back to the air crouched in front of him. Making sure that our limbs couldn't be seen from the other side and waited.

Listening with my ears and feeling with my sixth sense, I heard the men swear and shout, they didn't know which direction we had taken. The anger and frustration was battering me with their intensity but it eventually moved away. It seems that they think we went down river seeing as though our tracks entered from the bank.

Staying still for about 5 minutes breathing softly I cautiously poked my head round the tree trunk. Seeing that the coast was clear I swung off the branch and silently landed in a crouch silently. Sensing the area around us, I found that the group of men that were chasing them were nearly half a mile away, in the opposite direction to the settlement. I relaxed slightly and turned my attention to the boy I had rescued in the tree. Raising my arms to catch him I called out for him to jump out of the tree. Shaking his head nervously at me trying to hide behind a branch.

"Little one. Do not think I may hurt you." I Shifted closer to the tree. "Name Katarina. You?" I tried to make correct sentences but Old Norse isn't exactly spoken often. But I tried my best and he seemed to understand me.

"My name is Leif, I am the Son of Olaf, King of the Northern Tribe." The little Prince responded, puffing his chest out in pride.

"Fine Little Prince. Need you home. Men will come back." I laughed a little as Leif jumped down and into my arms without prompting, and it shocks me that he would trust a stranger like that. Even if I had just saved his life from group of livid men.

"So Little Prince how did men get you?" I asked him haltingly. I settled him on my hip and started walking towards the settlement, I had to move my carry bag a bit so he was comfortable.

"I fell asleep outside our hut, my father, mother and older brother think I am sleeping in my furs, like I was told, but I wanted to see the stars." He yawned and rested his head on my shoulder. "The men took me and I woke up and ran as fast as I could until you picked me up." The poor boy was half asleep by the end of the explanation.

"Sleep, Little Prince. I take you home, you safe." I told him rubbing my cheek against his soft blonde hair and felt his breathing slow in sleep.

The moonlight and the stars showing me the way.

Ah that was more action than last time and we meet Lief aswel. Don't worry Eric, all you Eric lovers, he is going to get introduced in the chapter.

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