I have had a productive morning so far, which is good because I have to go to work later on, and I thought that I would share the opening paragraph of my story “The Berserkers and the Wendigo”. It’s pretty rough and I’m doing research as I go along so this may change down the road:
Anders Randallson sat at the head of the table in the long house staring at the pile of corpses stacked against the entrance. They were once part of his crew, his brothers who had earned their place in Valhalla, but now they were only a line of defense. He was the last of the twelve Vikings who had ventured away from Leif Erikson and settled in what they thought was Leif’s Markland. The only other living soul in the longhouse was
Alawey, one of what the Vikings had called skraelings, who was from the indigenous Aboriginal tribes of the Mi’kmaq. Anders and Alawey had actually fought against each other in some of the skirmishes between the Vikings and Mi’kmaq but now they relied upon one another for their survival. Anders had come to respect Alawey’s skills as a fighter and was glad to have him on his side. Although they were not able to understand each other’s languages Anders did manage to learn the name of the creature that had killed his crew and Alawey’s tribe: the wendigo.
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