Thread: Come Hell or Valhalla...  [The Wolven Lord and AnjelRocker]

As they sat there praying, something dawned on her, perhaps they ought to make a run for the church. After all, it was the holiest place in the village. And the building was of stone so it would not be set ablaze. There was a chance of survival there instead of sitting by the fire like sitting ducks. Awaiting when the men of the north would come after them. Well, it was then that she smelled something burning and it seemed that they had no choice. Caitriona looked up to see that the roof had caught on fire and being that it was straw and wood, It was lighting quickly. Her heart stopped as she rose and picked up Calhoun, he was crying now out of fear. He was only a child after all as she held him and made a run for the door of the hut. Her dagger in hand in case she had to defend herself. She opened it to see the brutality outside of her home. People ran as giants chased them with axes their armour and massive furs making them look like demons as she did not think, she could not think The young mother only ran as fast as she could. She knew that her husband was most likely dead there were a few dead bodies that she passed. Her hope for survival was what carried her up the hill. Her shoes slipping in the mud of the path up to the church. It was a stone church, a small one but one that had been built over a century before. Her son was looking over her shoulder as the destruction that was happening. MamaMama He started screaming. Papa is And then, she stopped and turned. Thinking that she might turn to salt like Lots wife did but she had to look at the destruction. Looking back, she saw the smoke coming from the many burning homes bodies and people running up the hill villagers trying to get to the safety of the church but she saw something that she did not want to see. And that was her husband being cut down by a beast of a man. She turned her sons face away. Do not look, my son believe that we will live. She whispered but her heart was pounding as she could only turn and try to finish up the crest of the hill to the church. The priest was hurrying his people into the church before the last possible moment before the church doors were shut and bolted. Groups of men, women and children from the village were in the church praying for salvation but this cursed moment. The echoes of screams and death coming from the village were friends, family and neighbours were meeting their maker. She closed her eyes as she held her son to her bosom, the prayers would reach their lord she only had to believe. However, her ears were listening as well for the other parts of this raid. Would they attack the church well, they were pagans and did not understand this sacred place of worship. At least, if they were to perish then it would be in the arms of God. However, nothing could prepare her for what was to happen next. There was the booming thunder and the lightening that came with it and it was as if they all knew that the Vikings were closing in on them. A few of the villagers were crying, praying but she held the dagger in her hands, tight because she was not going to go without at least trying to fight these men off. She knew that her husband was dead but she did not want her son to die if anything, she was fighting for the child in her arms but what she did not know was that she was also fighting for a child inside of her as well. The boom of the door startled the entire church as they all knew that the invaders had arrived the sound was one of their weapons axes or swords trying to break away the wood of the door. And then, there was the pounding of them trying to break the door of the church open Caitriona did not think that she had ever been so afraid in her life then that moment.