For Ericson, being the leader of a clan of Vikings was no problem. His father was once the leader, and he always knew the role would be his. He lets the gods guide his path every step of the way.

One night after a hard battle, the Vikings celebrate. Singing, dancing and drinking ensues. Needing some air, Ericson steps outside. He notices something out in the distance. A person, dressed in white robes fighting to walk against the heavy snow.

To him, they looked like a god in those robes.