The day is finally here.
I wake up next to Call and passionately kiss him, letting him clasp the small of my back, in our silent and shared moment. Then, too soon, we separate and get dressed. I have to leave Call to prepare his tribe and head our Southern army.
I arrive at the front of our battle field.
I smell smoke across the clear crisp morning.
I see the Viking camp, no further than 500 metres from us.
A boy hands me my horse.
I prepare it with a saddle.
I am handed my bow.
To my right and left are all the chieftans, and my Call.
Behind me is a silent army, preparing.
I raise my hand.
They begin to bang their shields.
BANG. BANG. BANG. ROAR. BANG.ROAR.BANG.
Signalling with a nod, I tell the carnyx player to begin.
We charge.
YOU ARE READING
Sorceress
FantasyThey came at night, angry and lustful for treasure and slaves. We stood no chance. I lay in bed, completely oblivious. Then I heard the screaming. Aine O'Connell has been captured by Vikings, and forced into slavery. Then one day everything changes.
