Sorry I haven't been as active on here, I started a new book and I've been trying to get some stories out on there.
Enjoy my loves!
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A few months back you had been captured in battle and turned into a slave, sort of. While on the battlefield you fought ferociously, striking down everyone in your path.
Sure your people won the battle, but at the last second you were injured, a sword to the face. It was assumed you were dead so your people left you for the enemy to do as they wished.
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As you laid there, going in and out of consciousness, a woman walked over to check if anyone was alive. You turned your head and tried to let out a small help but all you could get out was a harsh breath.
Thankfully your sword laid next to you and you slowly reached your hand out, fingers shaking as you slipped a few fingers under the hilt and pushed it up so it would thump against the ground.
You did this a few times until the woman noticed and walked over to you. Shock covered her face as she looked into your one open eye and called for help. Another woman and a man ran over and immediately wrapped the side of your face up and lifted you from the blood soaked ground, you groaned in protest as everything ached at the touches of the people.
Your back roughly hit a wooden cart as the people placed you down and walked away. The roll of wheels on the ground and the occasional bump of the cart kept you awake as you laid there, unable to see much at all.
After around an hour of looking up at the darkening sky, you arrived to their city, people staring as you were carted into a small tent, your wounds tended to.
Once the day was over, everything else fell in place. Not long after you were able to recover, you were made into a slave. Your scar a constant reminder of your saviors and captures.
They always reminded you that whenever you fell out of place, how you would be dead right now if it wasn't for them. Though one day, the leader of the people, a woman by the name of Lagertha decided to not only make you her sons personal slave, but also a contender in the cities newly built arena.
You couldn't help the excitement that poured through you, you were going to be able to fight again. You thanked her over and over again and she just smiled at you, letting you go to meet the man you were to serve.
His name was Bjorn and he seemed rather nice, he treated you fairly and even asked about your life from the past from time to time.
You kept his room clean for him, cleaned his weapons and took care of any other affairs he needed done when he wasn't there. You quickly made friends with the other slaves and would spend as much time as you could with them.
