Many agonizing months had passed before we were ready and prepared to fight in battle. Throughout this period of time, only one tragedy had taken place, which was somewhat of a releif to me.
A soldier in our training group had been stabbed accidentally. His partner had aimed, missing the gap between his arm and his torso, and stabbing him in the chest.
It was a very gruesome and sorrowful sight for us. Though we were taught to, and did not cry, we felt deep grief for this man and his family.
Many weeped over his unfortunate death and others celebrated his journey to the afterlife, but as a Christian, it was very different.
"Lagertha!", yelled Augun as he packed his sword into the sheath on his side. "It is time to leave.", he stated.
"Leave?", I asked, still in a daze.
"Yes. Leave.", he replied. And with that, we started towards the bitter waters that we would soon set sail upon.
A/N: Last chapter of book one!!! Book two comes out with the next update. There may even be a book three. Don't forget to vote and comment! Bye! (AND SORRY FOR THE SUPER SHORT CHAPTER!!)
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Historical FictionHighest Standing: #2 in Historical Fiction ____________________ She has mixed blood. She is reminded of it every day. Half Scottish and half Norse, she has always been a bit of an outcast. She takes refuge in the arts of swordsmanship and archery...
