You stand there in the rain, watching as they light the arrows and shoot at the boat holding your mother. She had been attacked by a bear. You stand there, your tiny hand in your dad's large hand. He isn't shedding a team mean while, your child brain tries to comprehend you'll be left alone with a man you're sure hates you.

He huffs and glances at you. "Rune." He mutters in his raspy voice. "Let's, go home."

He guides you home. He slows his pace so you can keep up. You make it to your house and he brings you to your room. He sets you on your bed and he cups your face and grabs something. A chain used for beasts and prisoners.

"Ru," he says your nickname, "my sweet boy. I apologize for this. But I cannot let you follow your mother's fate." He clamps the cuff around your ankle. It's a perfect fit. "You will stay here... You must promise me, you will stay here."

You look at him. Then you nod. He pulls out the necklace. Your mother's necklace. He wraps it around your neck. He stands up. "Rune, you mustn't leave."

You're a 7 year old boy named Rune. You're a Viking... No you're the son of one. You're the son of the chief, and you're a bit of an outcast. You have a limp and a stutter. You have your dad's brown hair, and your mom's extreme wavy texture, and her beautiful blue eyes. You're the opposite of your dad.

You like to explore, which is why you hate being trapped here. And you like bugs, and animals, you're a philosopher/historian. You like to document things in your journal. Your best friend is the wolf your family raised, his names Rutt.