1. Trust


    Date: 9/12/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: avrgblkgrl, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    Kieren responded. His friend obviously knew Kieren better than Kieren knew himself. The man was in love. Kieren's friend sensed trouble. And trouble came. Like a fool Kieren had left her with two of his most trusted men. He brought her to the coast while taking other men with him further inland. This was to be a quick battle with a single band of Vikings that had gone rogue against their own, stolen a find from Kieren, and were due to be subjected to his sword. Somehow she was taken and the men she was left with were slaughtered. A furious Kieren read the signs. There were five men. He immediately pursued them, but he was too late. Kieren knew where they would take her for trade. They would try to unload her as soon as possible. It was not a colony that welcomed him. His familiarity with their leader led him to believe that the man would take Iona for himself. The Greenlander had no fear of sorcery or the Gods. Kieren would have to plan his attack carefully. With gentle eyes of concern, his old friend asked him, "All this for a foreign woman?" "She is not foreign to me," Kieren stated clearly. Kieren's need for this woman was specific. She was now his weakness. Kieren would not sleep, nourishment would have no significance until he was in her arms again. He hoped that she had enough confidence in his feelings for her, so that she would remain strong and survive. He hoped that she had that much trust in him. He was coming. ********************* The cold mist swirled around ...
    the guards with a force that made it seem alive, leaving their sheepskin cloaks beaded with its dampness. They were certain that the sky had fallen during the night. The clouds had suddenly dropped to roam the land. Soon the early morning light would creep from behind the mountains. The three men were in fear that even the sun would not show its face today. The Viking Gods were angry, in particular the God Týr . He had come down from the sky to wage war. They did not know why. They were not sure that they wanted the weight of wrongs upon their shoulders, wrongs that truly did not belong to them--or so they hoped. Maybe he would show them mercy. However, if the wrath of Týr was their destiny tonight, then so be it. If they were to die, let it be with their swords drawn and their heads high. There was no shame in dying by the hands of a God. He would welcome them to the afterlife because of their bravery. So when a man that looked like no man at all broke through the thick blanket of clouds, the men drew their weapons. This vision of great height appeared to glide across the ground in leather and fur, girded for battle. He was dressed like no one they had ever seen. His stride was proud and what fell from his head looked like long snakes, wild, in search of prey. His hand crossed his body and as his sword was drawn, the sharp sound pierced the air. "Drop your weapon, if you value your life. Even ghosts can die this night," one guard called out loudly. "If I were to drop the iron ...
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