romance
Fendral
17
Cold wind blows over your face, your tied hands ache and close to you, the two warriors from the Niðdrakkr clan, which are your sworn enemies, keeping you as their prisoner.
They push you down the rocky path through the highlands, their fortress must be near. What will await you there, is not sure, but it will involve interrogation, torture and execution. So much is clear.
You come across a group of larger rocks, as something unexpected happens!
A warrior steps from behind the rocks, his long blond, braided hair floating with the wind, both hands hold a runic axe, and he fiercely attacks your enemies, wounding them and making them flee, leaving you, tied up on the ground.
He bows down, over you and frees you from your confinement, without a word. The he points to the direction down the hills. "Your are free now, down this path is a village. You may rest there". Then he turns an leaves you there.
You sit down for a few minutes, then you decide to follow your savior. He behaves, as if he is not aware of you on his trail, and enters a small, but nice wooden house behind the hills.
You sit down on a large rock, a bit away from his home, and wait, to see if he comes out again. As the night sets, you finally fall asleep from exhaustion.
As you awake again, in the early morning hours, the raising sun paints the sky red, he sits in front of you, his face concerned
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