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VALHALLA AND THE SHIELD WARRIOR
She had watched him return home after battle, victorious and content but yet his bloodied and scarred torso told a different story. Oh how she wished to be at his side within every battle with the thought that if he should die in battle he would not die alone. Weeks had now passed and she knew time was off the essence as she rested her head upon his chest every night and she was becoming weary and restless of not wielding her shield, sword and bow out on the battlefield for she was his shield warrior and so needed to be by his side
He watched every morning preparing him a hearty breakfast just before she would bathe and dress his wounds as best she could. Her soft gentle hands tracing the lines of scars of times gone by. He knew she was a good woman a good mother and a good wife but completely fearless with a sword in her hand and would die at a moments notice if it meant that he should live.
The days were drawing near where he would leave her again. Set off onto those vast oceans and yet he knew how badly she yearned to stand by his side once again and make love in the wilderness of a another triumphant battle. The night before the longboats left adorned with their huge dragon head carvings she would deceive the man she loved so dearly amd get him so drunk that once he fell asleep he would not wake until the calling of the Viking horns. As he slept she would stow herself away on the boat. would this action anger him, of course it would but her presence would not be known until there were at sea and she knew he loved her to much to throw her overboard.
It was early just before sunrise and the sounding of the Viking horn resounded around the encampment. 800 battle hardened warriors manned the boats. Little did they realise it was 801 and it wasn’t until they were way out into the ocean that she would make herself known. Valhalla was enraged at such a betrayal and his anger was known but yet inside he dare not tell her that he was quite happy and content that his shield warrior was there at his side for what he promised was to be the greatest battle man had ever seen as he encompassed her into his arms every night. They would stand out on the deck under dark foreboding skies and pray to Odin for safe passage to this new inkinown land
Early evening after two hard long months at sea the was the sight of land. A new land of promise and opportunity and yet from the horizon the battle cries could already be heard. The vikings were now facing threat biggest threat ever but yet they would not cower as their longboats moored the jagged rocks against the crashing waves. The battle would be fierce but Valhalla had made himself one promise, to protect his shied warrior to the death such was the love in his heart for her. As battle hardened as he was his shield warrior always bought out that softer side of him.
The fireballs reined down on them as they watched their longboats one by one go up in flames and sink to the depths of the abyss as they broke their moorings as the masts fell and their flags flew off into the sky like ghosts of battles Lind past from this day. The battle would begin with each warrior arming themselves with swords, axes, bows and shields emblazoned with the Viking runes for victory to the gates of Valhalla. The white sands of the beach now blood red from the many injured as the ocean became diluted with the crimson river of so many wounded and yet Valhalla and his shield maiden cut and slashed their way through their enemies back to back and side by side. Fighting back all emotions now for anger had taken over seeing so many of their warriors cut down and slain before their very own eyes. They fought on their bodies cut, stabbed, slashed and yet too much fight to protect each other for one to die without the other
The battle raged on for what seemed like an eternity. For Valhalla and his shield warrior always fought back to back so nobody could get between them. As his sword and axe struck, her shield would take the return blows and she would linge forward with her sword impaling their enemies drawing them to their cold death. The rage inside both of them so full of a disliking and hatred for anything but Viking. The sea of red before them at so many fallen and yet each of their warriors would be welcomed into the GATES OF VALHALLA their promised land should they die in battle. The land around them now falling quiet was this to be their victory but yet the fire and heat of battle still raged a war inside them as he raised his axe high in the air. Shield warrior now blinded by the blood in her eyes as she lunged her sword forward impaling it into the man she loved so much. His eyes wide as he tried to stop the falling axe from burying onto her scull, he saw the crimson fluid cry it’s way down her face as she felt his life source drip onto her fingers as their eyes locked onto each other. His outstretched hand grasping hers as they both fell to the floor as their blood joined to create a crimson river at their now almost lifeless bodies as he took one last loving look into her eyes pulled her close to him as she rested her head on his chest one final time and he whispered into her ear within their final breaths welcome to VALHALLA my shield warrior
© Valhalla bound
He watched every morning preparing him a hearty breakfast just before she would bathe and dress his wounds as best she could. Her soft gentle hands tracing the lines of scars of times gone by. He knew she was a good woman a good mother and a good wife but completely fearless with a sword in her hand and would die at a moments notice if it meant that he should live.
The days were drawing near where he would leave her again. Set off onto those vast oceans and yet he knew how badly she yearned to stand by his side once again and make love in the wilderness of a another triumphant battle. The night before the longboats left adorned with their huge dragon head carvings she would deceive the man she loved so dearly amd get him so drunk that once he fell asleep he would not wake until the calling of the Viking horns. As he slept she would stow herself away on the boat. would this action anger him, of course it would but her presence would not be known until there were at sea and she knew he loved her to much to throw her overboard.
It was early just before sunrise and the sounding of the Viking horn resounded around the encampment. 800 battle hardened warriors manned the boats. Little did they realise it was 801 and it wasn’t until they were way out into the ocean that she would make herself known. Valhalla was enraged at such a betrayal and his anger was known but yet inside he dare not tell her that he was quite happy and content that his shield warrior was there at his side for what he promised was to be the greatest battle man had ever seen as he encompassed her into his arms every night. They would stand out on the deck under dark foreboding skies and pray to Odin for safe passage to this new inkinown land
Early evening after two hard long months at sea the was the sight of land. A new land of promise and opportunity and yet from the horizon the battle cries could already be heard. The vikings were now facing threat biggest threat ever but yet they would not cower as their longboats moored the jagged rocks against the crashing waves. The battle would be fierce but Valhalla had made himself one promise, to protect his shied warrior to the death such was the love in his heart for her. As battle hardened as he was his shield warrior always bought out that softer side of him.
The fireballs reined down on them as they watched their longboats one by one go up in flames and sink to the depths of the abyss as they broke their moorings as the masts fell and their flags flew off into the sky like ghosts of battles Lind past from this day. The battle would begin with each warrior arming themselves with swords, axes, bows and shields emblazoned with the Viking runes for victory to the gates of Valhalla. The white sands of the beach now blood red from the many injured as the ocean became diluted with the crimson river of so many wounded and yet Valhalla and his shield maiden cut and slashed their way through their enemies back to back and side by side. Fighting back all emotions now for anger had taken over seeing so many of their warriors cut down and slain before their very own eyes. They fought on their bodies cut, stabbed, slashed and yet too much fight to protect each other for one to die without the other
The battle raged on for what seemed like an eternity. For Valhalla and his shield warrior always fought back to back so nobody could get between them. As his sword and axe struck, her shield would take the return blows and she would linge forward with her sword impaling their enemies drawing them to their cold death. The rage inside both of them so full of a disliking and hatred for anything but Viking. The sea of red before them at so many fallen and yet each of their warriors would be welcomed into the GATES OF VALHALLA their promised land should they die in battle. The land around them now falling quiet was this to be their victory but yet the fire and heat of battle still raged a war inside them as he raised his axe high in the air. Shield warrior now blinded by the blood in her eyes as she lunged her sword forward impaling it into the man she loved so much. His eyes wide as he tried to stop the falling axe from burying onto her scull, he saw the crimson fluid cry it’s way down her face as she felt his life source drip onto her fingers as their eyes locked onto each other. His outstretched hand grasping hers as they both fell to the floor as their blood joined to create a crimson river at their now almost lifeless bodies as he took one last loving look into her eyes pulled her close to him as she rested her head on his chest one final time and he whispered into her ear within their final breaths welcome to VALHALLA my shield warrior
© Valhalla bound
