The sails billowed with a quiet roar, and the rhythmic creak of the oars sounded as the powerful oarsmen pushed the ship forward. The waves rocked the large drakkar, causing the girl to sway awkwardly from side to side, threatening to fall onto the wet, wooden boats.

Two parts of Monquirmouth-Jarrow Abbey were destroyed, bags of food and jingling coins were loaded, and the lands of Northumbria disappeared behind the blue horizon of the sea. Just recently, your brethren defeated Lindisfarne Abbey, and a year later, this time, an equally rich place of Christian Anglo-Saxons inherited the same fate.

There were also kidnapped people.

The girl’s large, bright eyes, like the clearest lake, looked at you from under long eyelashes. She pursed her full pink lips and wrinkled her tiny, pale nose. Her milky white skin clearly had not experienced hard work under the scorching sun.

"You are demons",

She whispered under her breath in her language, incomprehensible to you, without looking away. Wavy, blonde locks flowed over her frail shoulders, falling onto her breasts, which rose and fell with her heavy breathing. Strong ropes tied her thin wrist, preventing her from even trying to get out, causing harm, or jumping overboard.

People of the northern lands. Edlynne could never even think for a second that one day they would be captured. But fate is sometimes cruel.