In times when the Vikings reigned there was a small thriving village. The king and his daughter Asra were awaiting her soon to be husband. It was an arrangement her father had made to expand his colony for more resources. She was not completely unhappy with the man she was to marry as he was a fine burly stable man who wanted nothing but to protect her and the family, but there was something missing, he was not Odr, someone she had secret relations with and loved very much. Although he was the right hand man to her father, the leader for the raids and soldier for her father, he was not to marry Asra because he was still deemed a servant.
Asra would always wait on the grassy cliffs for Odrs ship to sail back on the horizon to greet her. One day he had come back a little later than expected and found the village lit up like a furious dragon. He rushed to find Asra and the King. Asras soon to be husband, Guerir was trying to help the king as he was struck by a falling log. Guerir called out to Odr "Please go find Asra and gather all the people you can on the boats. I'll get him on the ship!" Odr rushes out to find Asra. He passes through the choas of cries and finds Asra trying to get the horses and animals loose and some to the ship. She sees Odr and rushes to his arms for a big embrace "Where have you been!?" He has no time to answer her "Your father is injured you need to come with me now" fear crossed her face as they head back to the throne room where her father and Guerir still sit. Guerir is trying to stop the bleeding with ternicats but it's of no use. Asra rushes to them to help but can't hold back the tears. Her father looks at her very calm knowing he's not going to make it he takes Asras hand "My dear daughter, you will take my place and lead this colony to a new life with this man by your side" he joins Guerir and Asras hands together, Odr watches trying to be strong and professional he holds his...