Today has been the worst day of my life. I am a farmer in the medieval ages in Europe. Today had been one of the best days of my entire life; full of planting crops, Harvesting other crops, and helping pass the time away. But, I should have known that a great day like this, would shatter in to a million pieces. Just as the sun was hitting the ground in a burst of firey energy, I left my peaceful fields, to go home for the day. Walking calmly and happy with my days work, I am energetically propelling myself towards my home. I smile just thinking about my bunk, and a good nights sleep that is in front of me. Suddenly, I stop. Something doesn't smell right. Pungent smells lurked in the air. Smoke. Immediately, I break out in a run only to stop again at the sight of my village. Flames dance around my house, and the rest of the area. No sounds emerge from the wreckage. In the distance, some boats are floating calmly, but swiftly, on the river next to my village. An inkling tugs at my mind. My eyes widen with fear. My body stands rigid and I am incappable of moving. My worst fear has come. It is tearing at what I love. The vikings are here.
I have heard stories from some of the older people in my village that they are a gruesome people. Almost nobody escapes them. I was lucky. Now I am hoping my luck will continue further, as my travels become more persistant in search of them. Yes, after a couple months, I built a skimpy boat and started after them. Hoping I would meet up to them. I did, but not in the way I had hoped for. Ah, the vikings were quick and noble. Doing their work quickly and cleanly severing many at a time. Yes, running is to tough for you when they're on your trail. I, too, have become one of the unlucky people in the villages. It took just merely a quarter of a second, before I slump over and lay, sprawled in the middle of a now deserted village.
I have heard stories from some of the older people in my village that they are a gruesome people. Almost nobody escapes them. I was lucky. Now I am hoping my luck will continue further, as my travels become more persistant in search of them. Yes, after a couple months, I built a skimpy boat and started after them. Hoping I would meet up to them. I did, but not in the way I had hoped for. Ah, the vikings were quick and noble. Doing their work quickly and cleanly severing many at a time. Yes, running is to tough for you when they're on your trail. I, too, have become one of the unlucky people in the villages. It took just merely a quarter of a second, before I slump over and lay, sprawled in the middle of a now deserted village.
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