He could hear the angels calling his name, it was a whisper beneath the chaos that surrounded him. Lifting a small child, perhaps four years of age with brilliant blue eyes full of fear and tears as he ran through the village. Holding the boy close to his chest as he leaped over flaming timbers of a fallen home, his shield was across his back and a bloodied blade in his free hand.
The boy was Odd and his parents, Jokull and Hilde had lost track of him as they rushed about, the world crashing in around them. His face was covered in dust and smeared by tears but he had tried to understand what was going on. The bells, he heard the bells and then there was a world shattering thunder. There was fire and timbers falling, his mother was wrapping up his baby sister in a blanket as his father hastily pulled on armor.
There were words passed between his parents, he didn't hear. They rushed out of the burning building, his mother was telling him to stay close. Loki, their dog, was barking and he sounded trapped inside and Odd had turned to try and return into the building. He couldn't get the door open, something inside had fallen and blocked the way, when he turned back around he could not see him mom anymore.
That was when he was swept up into the arms of Alaric. Everyone knew Alaric the Just, and despite his fear, Odd felt safe.
Gruffly he called out as he approached the door to the keep. "Open the doors, its Alaric." It took what felt like forever before the great wooden door opened just enough to allow him to press the boy through. "Close it up again. Get him to the others. Don't open them again."
He didn't stay to see if the woman that grabbed the child listened, he knew that she would. The alarm bells still tolled and could be heard over the crackling of flames and the crashing of buildings falling under the weight of debris and bodies.
The sun was dying, the fires now providing more light than the sky itself as he raced back toward the battle. He could hear his men singing mightily as they fought and a fierce pride gripped him. It was the enemy, and the enemy was hungry tonight....he would feed them cold, hard steel even as he was called to sacrifice. It was a sacrifice he willingly gave for he was winter born.
The boy was Odd and his parents, Jokull and Hilde had lost track of him as they rushed about, the world crashing in around them. His face was covered in dust and smeared by tears but he had tried to understand what was going on. The bells, he heard the bells and then there was a world shattering thunder. There was fire and timbers falling, his mother was wrapping up his baby sister in a blanket as his father hastily pulled on armor.
There were words passed between his parents, he didn't hear. They rushed out of the burning building, his mother was telling him to stay close. Loki, their dog, was barking and he sounded trapped inside and Odd had turned to try and return into the building. He couldn't get the door open, something inside had fallen and blocked the way, when he turned back around he could not see him mom anymore.
That was when he was swept up into the arms of Alaric. Everyone knew Alaric the Just, and despite his fear, Odd felt safe.
Gruffly he called out as he approached the door to the keep. "Open the doors, its Alaric." It took what felt like forever before the great wooden door opened just enough to allow him to press the boy through. "Close it up again. Get him to the others. Don't open them again."
He didn't stay to see if the woman that grabbed the child listened, he knew that she would. The alarm bells still tolled and could be heard over the crackling of flames and the crashing of buildings falling under the weight of debris and bodies.
The sun was dying, the fires now providing more light than the sky itself as he raced back toward the battle. He could hear his men singing mightily as they fought and a fierce pride gripped him. It was the enemy, and the enemy was hungry tonight....he would feed them cold, hard steel even as he was called to sacrifice. It was a sacrifice he willingly gave for he was winter born.