Viking's war journal

My name is Strunfirld, I'm a Norse from the village of Srandviin. I am 19 winters old. My village is in war with an English village.

Day 1: Me, my father and my two brothers are packing up to leave Srandviin, our village, to fight for our honor in a war. If I don't come back glorious, I won't come back at all. There is two options for me, Sovngard or the glory of a victory. Our drakkar is ready to quit after this long winter. I can hear the wind whipping the water of the shore from my house.

Day 2: We quoted since 15 hours and everything went like planned. Looks like the Norns written a favorable destiny for us. We will set foot on the Saxon coast by the night, ready for a bloody fight.

Day 3: The Saxon saw our Drakkar before we reach the coast. The sent us fiery arrows and our Drakkar is burned down. My younger brother, Sigdild, died in the attack. The rest of us made it to the coast.

Day 4: We joined the other warriors in the camp. We are sharpening our axes and we'll be ready to fight.

Day 5: We can hear the Saxons screaming, thinking they killed all of us in their attack. For my brother, I will be glorious in this battle. May he reach Valhalla.

Day 6: The battle was hard but we are victorious. My friend, Arngvahr, was decapitated in front of me. I killed his murderer and watched the blood running out of the wound I inflicted to him.

Day 7: My sword and my axe are in my hands. I am ready for another day of battle.

Day 8: I almost died yesterday. A sword passed through my shield, touching my elbow. The fight must go on until everyone die. May Thor guide us.

Day 9: We burned down a complete village last night, as a warning to the local population.

Day 10: If we believe our scouts, the locals understood and left the region. Only one fort is left.

Day 11: We are walking all day long to get to the remaining fort. We will win that battle for the honor of the fallen warriors.

Day 12: We are attacking tomorrow. Now that the camp is settled down, we are sharpening our weapons and repairing our equipments.

Day 13: I killed many people. My father is now with my brother m, in Valhalla. His death isn't vain, we are glorious. We will be able to advance for the next battles.

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NOTE: This isn't my official version because I judged the true story too violent to be posted in forums. I'll add more things if I get positive comments. If you think it's bad, tell me why so I can make it better (it's really possible that the story is bad and full of mistakes, I'm sorry for this, it's 5:00AM and I am insomniac so I try to kill time). Thanks for reading.

 

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