It seems the Gods were having a laugh at you. You had some goods to trade in town that day. You didn't usually go into the village, it was too noisy and there were always too many people.

Your father the King had hid you away in the forest. Hoping to keep you out of danger due to your appetence, since many believed you to be a nymph.

You spent most of your time alone in the forest with the only companions being mother nature and her critters. And you liked it that way, you lived off the land and gave back to mother nature as a thank you.

The town folk usually avoided you, keeping their children from you. But you always brought medicine and other useful things to trade. As you walked the stalls looking at the different goods quietly. You heard the sound of what sounded like marching, along with the sound of people beginning to panic.

Looking up you had seen people in the distance beginning to run, with what seemed to be vikings following behind them and taking down the different victims as they made their way.

You quickly make your way to out of the main area. Your steps hurried as you lift your hood. Your raven friends cawing above you in a warning of the danger making their way to you.

Seeing some kids frightened and in a not good hiding spot, you had stopped, leading them to a better hiding spot. Putting hay over the top of them before telling them to stay quiet.

That decision slowed you down as you had rounded a corner you came face to face with Ragnar Lothbrok. Who smirked as he twirled his axe. He had gotten wind of the secret Nymph Princess and wanted to find her. And the Gods were on his side.*