It has been a long day in the fields and I am on my way back to the village. I am thinking about how hard work is and how cruelly we farmers are treated. Then something very strange happens. As I near the ridge that my village lies behind, I smell smoke. I figure that some weary traveler is just building a fire for himslef until a big cloud of smoke rises from my village. I begin to run. Faster and faster I go until I reach the top of the ridge and look over my village. I realized I was right about there being a fire, but it was not at all what I had imagined. I have heard various stories from travelers about these deadly, greedy destroyers, but never really believed them to be completely true. I heard they come quickly and unexpectedly with absolutely no warning, and destroy everything they see. Well, my worst suspicions and nightmares have come true.
My entire village is gone and not a single structure still stands. Everyone is dead, as far as I can tell, for it is so silent. In the distance I see the Viking sails. I run down to where my home once stood, and I find nothing but ashes. The Vikings destroy all in their path, and are mainly after silver as I have heard. They have also gone hundreds of miles up rivers because their ships are built to not dip under water much when they are all inside one. I never thought I would experience the Viking's wrath, but today I was proven wrong.
My entire village is gone and not a single structure still stands. Everyone is dead, as far as I can tell, for it is so silent. In the distance I see the Viking sails. I run down to where my home once stood, and I find nothing but ashes. The Vikings destroy all in their path, and are mainly after silver as I have heard. They have also gone hundreds of miles up rivers because their ships are built to not dip under water much when they are all inside one. I never thought I would experience the Viking's wrath, but today I was proven wrong.
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