[ WP ] An ancient immortal soldier who has traveled the world learning from history 's greatest warriors and army 's since the beginning of civilization comes across the Vikings , and decides to join their society .

He was young. Too young for the unmoving stone grey eyes that stared at me. And the boys face was as smooth as Esja's. 
 
 `` Why is he still alive? Stick the dog and be done with it.'' Brandt said spitting on the ground through his scowl. Always right to the point. I liked Brandt. 
 
 I stroked my own braided whiskers. It was true, strange folk were not to be trusted. And Brandt was up on me by three trophies since the last raid. Still, something stayed my hand. Maybe it was his eyes. A boy should not have such eyes. Even my eldest of seventeen still had the eyes of the innocence. And he had seen too many battles already. 
 
 `` I'll ask you again and you better answer or, bend my sword, I'll string you up for the wolves.'' 
 
 `` Maybe she's deaf.'' scoffed Brandt, `` I could clean that shit out from between your ears for you.'' he taunted brandishing his axe. 
 
 The dogs had howled like they did when the alpha bitch died last winter during the bear hunt. I took my four best and headed straight for the shore line. The foul beasts would n't shut up even after Cuyler kicked the one so hard I was surprised it was even able to get back up. The five of use had spread out long before we were in sight of water. I was n't afraid until I noticed the only sound was the baying of the dogs, and my own heart beating in my chest. Last year the spring winds brought swells that smashed apart the boat I was building as a wedding gift for my son. There should have been waves. 
 
 When we finally broke the tree line, he was standing there. Feet buried in the sand and water around his ankles. The water was like glass across the whole bay and far out into the ocean. Even the gulls were quiet, as if they knew. 
 
 His eyes had been fixed on mine for far too long now. Even as Cuyler stalked around to his side he paid no attention. Was he not afraid? 
 
 Finally my stomach had had enough. “ Kill the mute, and bring me his tong. If he has one. ” I gave the order too slowly. Why did I hesitate? 
 
 It was there! Only for a second but it was there. He smiled. He understood. The poor bastard must have been adrift at sea and drank too much of the salt water. He was insane. But he did not have the eyes of an the insane. He spoke. 
 
 “ Arnor. You are him? ” 
 
 “ So what if I am? Boy. ” Now I understood. This pup must be some unknown bastard of mine. I could n't help but crack a smile. 
 
 “ I am no boy. I have dined with Odin in Valhalla, and now I have come for you. ” The boy spoke with the force of a great warrior. 
 
 “ You've been out at sea too long, boy. This is my land. These are my people. We have no need for the likes of a madman among us. ” This time I spoke with my usual vigour. “ Brandt toss this fool a sword so he can die a man. ” I drew my own polished steal. The inlay spelled out'Ulfberht' along the blade. 
 
 “ I have not come here to fight. Nor have I come here to die. I have come to you today to learn. You will be my teacher and I will be your student. ” The boys words would have made me laugh if he had not sounded like a father teaching his child how to hunt. I know I should n't have let it, but his words infuriated me. 
 
 Just then wind smacked my face filling my nostrils with salty sea air. It was like the whole world had been asleep and suddenly woke up. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 sorry i did n't have time for more... but have to run.
