|THE LOST WARRIOR (standard:adventure, 755 words)|
|Author: 0-spell||Added: Sep 12 2000||Views/Reads: 3090/1||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|An adventure involving a Viking warrior, with a surprise ending. There is a little violence, but nothing graphic.|
A large old Viking warrior steps from a small pond, sword in hand. He is tall and very muscular, his hair and beard divided into several braids. The man walks toward a young, yet mighty oak, where his clothes hang on a dagger jammed in the trunk. When his ship first landed on the beach nearby, he never imagined that there would be a place to take a freshwater bath. This pond was found behind a low hill less than fifty yards from the beach. As the large, bearded man stands dressing under the tree, he hears shouting coming from the beach. He quickly puts on his armor and scrambles up the hill. As the grizzled warrior nears the hilltop he drops to the ground. Peering over the hill he spots a larger ship further down the beach. It was at least twice the size of his own vessel. Realizing his shipmates were obviously overwhelmed and he could do nothing but watch them die, an uncontrollable anger came over him. He leapt to his feet, raised his sword high above his head and stormed down the hill. As he approached the beach the Viking let forth a battle cry that sounded more like a beast than a man. Lowering his sword with all the force he could muster he splits the first man he comes to clean in half. He was moving so quickly that he became covered in the first man's blood as he buried the blade in another's chest. As he pulled back on the sword it did not release dropping to his knees the warrior narrowly avoids an enemy blade. Thrusting his dagger up, the Viking hits his target, the other man's heart. The dead man fell to the ground with a thud. Grabbing the enemy's blade the warrior gets back to his feet. Quickly surveying the area he realizes all of his shipmates are dead. Bile rises to the old man's throat as he is sickened by the smell of his own fear. Sickened, but not slowed, as he plunges full steam into the brink of hell! Raising his stolen sword the man blocks a glancing blow, from a larger man with an axe and rolled under him. Coming quickly to his feet he decapitates the axe-man with a single swing, spinning around to face an entire army! Realizing the Viking was the only one left standing, the enemy had gathered into formation and now stood sneering and laughing at him. Obviously tired, the old warrior rested on his knee's leaning against the sword. Then he shut his eyes lowered his head and said something that was indistinguishable to the army in front of him. Suddenly, he jerked up his head leapt to his feet; sword raised, and ran headlong into the fray. Letting forth-another beastly battle cry he managed to cut down over half of the frontline. But then, too late, he heard a blade coming toward his head. As the warrior turned to locate the sound the world was reduced to a thundering crack. His vision was blurred by the pale tint of red, the world fades to black. Suddenly a boy who had been slumbering beneath an ancient oak tree awoke with a jolt. Although unafraid, his senses were flared, heightened by his adrenaline flow. As he jumped up and began to run home he stopped and ran back to the tree. He had forgotten his jacket, which was hanging from his pocketknife jammed in the tree. When the boy looked under his jacket he saw a carving, it was barely noticeable beneath the bark. However the carver must have been very strong, for the carving was buried deep. It was a cross bisecting a circle, growing up on the coast of Iceland, he easily recognized the Pagan symbol. Now with great urgency he ran home to tell his father what he had just experienced. When he got home and told the story his father said he must have made the carving himself, and had probably imagined the whole episode. However the boy knew different, he knew that he wasn’t strong enough to put a carving that deep. That old Viking in his dream must have done it, leaving the only trace of his existence in that tree. That tree, it must have passed its knowledge to him! Although only a tree it was still alive, and all living things have a memory. But still, no one would believe him so he just went to his room grinning. Tweet
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