The raid was over too quickly for the Viking chiefs liking. All around him thick smoke wafted toward the heavens from the burning huts. The symphony of screams had died down to a low murmur.

Fenrir, the Viking chief watched as his tribe of warriors took their share of plunder. They would not go hungry this winter. He would make sure of it.

A soft cry catches Fenrir’s attention. He wanders over to a fallen hut and scans the debris. Caught between a beam and the ground….is you.