The orange filled sky smiled upon the awakening day. As I gazed through the deep sunrise. I was perched on top of a rough rooftop, it was very steep, impossible to climb. Had I not made my way out of a nearby window, and awkwardly clambered to the spine of the building. But it was all worth the sacrifice, because the view was to die for. I could see for miles upon miles of farms and crops. I was able to see so far that I could see my fathers vast farm. It was where I had grown up, and it was where I learnt everything I know now. I owed everything to him. I then went to work for the King. I had to prove my hand in battle, but I made my way up the ranks until I was his right hand man. He was very kind to me. Everyone new of his kindness, it was one of his many well known traits. He was famous for attempting to try and introduce christianity into our society. His name, was Haakon the Good. We had been planning for the raid upon the Danes. It was now time to fulfill our duty, and bring more wealth upon our land.
“CAST OFF!! SET OUR SAILS FOR THE COAST OF DENMARK!!! cried King Haakon.
Everyone erupted with a great “WOOOAAAAAAYYY!!” Everyone was happy and could feel a great sense of pride to be fighting alongside The Great King Haakon The Good. Once we had made it to Denmark, everyone grew quiet. It was post dawn, we were ready to strike. My heart beated harder as if I was being chased by a bear. My eyes darted around the beach looking for any movement. We pulled in to the beach as slowly and as quietly as possible, not to arouse any suspicion. Everyone’s eyes were fixed in all directions like a wolf stalking its prey. We all went in seperate directions to cover more ground. We made it to the top of the bank, but we had been spotted!
“Intruders!!” one of the villagers said. It had begun. Warriors of each side clashed and swiped their shields and axes with an intent to kill. I had collided with one of the villager’s who had armed themselves with a farming tool. I struck them with the full force of my axe, trying to block out any internal disagreements I had. I paced my way further and further into the chaos. It was the most gruesome thing that I had ever seen. Family’s holding one another for one last time, before being beheaded one by one. Blood splattered upon the wooden walls of the houses around. At that’s when it happened. There was two small children huddled up into the corner of a house. Their expressions blank, and their eyes were closed, as the chaos carried on. I quickly grabbed a nearby blanket lying on the bed beside them. I tossed it overtop of them so they would be concealed from the dangers to come.
But at that moment, “Haraldson!! What are you doing in there??” It was Haakon. If he found what I had hidden I would be blood eagled for my treachery. But if I gave them up, as if I was unknowing of their presents, I’d be in the clear.
“Nothing Sir. I was just looking for any valuables…” I confessed.
“WELL??!”
“Nothing… I checked everywhere. As empty as a slaves stomach.” My heart sank deeper and deeper as I eagerly waited for his response.
“HAHAHAHAHA!! That is hilarious Haraldson!! Do you mind if I use that one when we feast tonight?!”
“uhhh… of course not Sir, it would be my great honor!!”
“Well come on then, back to the boats. Thanks to you and our great army, we have triumphed over these Danes!! Come on then.” I took one last look at the blanket, that would never be seen again. I never knew if those kids survived or not, but I can live and sleep easy knowing that I did the right thing.