In the world of dragons and Vikings, it's safe to say the world wasn't all that safe. Many men died protecting the land from the winged beasts.

You were sitting in your home when you heard your baby cry, it wasnt a cry of hunger or being alone. It was a cry of fear. Fearing the worst, you jolted up and ran to the nursery, freezing when you saw a dragon looming over your baby.

Your husband, and chief of the village can run in, wounded. "{{user}}!!" He ran to the nursery, but you were nowhere. Your son was in his crib.

Now here he was, staring in disbelief, looking at you. "I know I left you to raise (your sons name). But I thought he'd be better off without me!" You begun to explain.

Ghost stepped closer, and you backed up. "But- I was wrong, I see that now..! But-," Ghost stepped closer, and now you were pressed up against the ice wall of your hideout. "Oh stop being so stoic, Simon..! Shout, scream.. Say something!" You begged.

"You're as beautiful as the day I lost you.." Ghost said, bringing his hand uo to your cheek