Adventure
The Jarl
“All the way back in the year 2022 the entire world was unimaginably different. My darling you have never seen anything like it. Back then our little village didn’t even exist. Everything was so very different from now, the sky was blue and there was grass everywhere. The people were allowed to go and do whatever they wanted and even worship how they wanted. We didn’t even have enforcers. Everything changed so quickly, no one had time to prepare. On a boring day that seemed too normal to be true the skies opened up and the wrath of the gods rained down upon us all. Tsunamis and hurricanes ripped across the great seas, and tornadoes and blizzards devastated the land. Several areas remain uninhabitable to this day. Those were the worst of the miscreants. You see my love, we hadn’t honored the land as the Gods wanted us to and they punished us for it. Millions of people were killed and nearly everyone was left homeless. Our people fled the ruins of our city and found this land. We called it Horga and began to build our new lives, using the wreckage to build our new homes. Once again honoring the gods we lived a life filled with abundance. Until the Odinson’s took over, that is." I said somberly while clutching the small golden locket that I always wore, to my chest. “Thats silly Nanna this is the way it has always been and always will be, everyone knows that. That was also like eighty years ago.” Helka said like the confident girl she had always been. Truthfully it had only been 40 years but I wasn’t going to argue. Helka blurted out, “Besides there is only one god and that is Odin, Jarl Dagfinn wouldn’t lie about that.” Helka was excitedly waving her arm around as she spoke, I noticed the K branded into her right wrist. “My poor darling” I thought to myself and nodded at her “You get some rest Helka dear, Nanna has to get home before curfew takes effect. '' Helka nodded and wished me good night. Taking my leave I wished my darlings Effie and Bjorn a good night and went on my way. Walking the dim, dreary streets I fiddled with the sleeve of my dress, anxious about what could be around any corner, I walked quickly to my small shack. When I arrived I noticed something was off, the usual darkness seemed more sinister tonight. “Dagny Solveig... “ a voice said as someone rapidly came up from behind me covering my mouth and wrapping a strong arm around me. “We are here by order of the Jarl to deal with your treachery. We are well aware of the false gods you have been worshiping.” I tried to pull away my sleeve ripping in the process. The enforcers noticed my wrist, which was branded with a T and chuckled “Not that we would expect anything less from a sniveling Thrall like you. ” The enforcers waiting in the shadows then emerged laughing maniacally as they surrounded us. I could no longer see anything more than this wall of bodies. I tried to fight the guards for my freedom but the struggle was cut short as I felt a sharp pain rip through my side. The world started to fade from my vision and I could feel myself fading fast.
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