It was a foggy day, Ragnar couldn't even see his hand before his face. Nothing. Just grey, everywhere. In each direction. What should they do? The sentinel was useless. If they were attacked on the other side of the village, they wouldn't even see it.
Suddenly, Ragnars friend, the well known Olaf with his two golden braids heard a little noise. It sounded scary. First there was only a small smack, than one more, even one more, until he couldn't couldn't count it. A short cry of a woman. Then he heard a kid whining. He run out of the house... BONG! He just hit the fence of the deer farm. At least Olaf knew, where he was. He managed to stumble to the house of Ragnar. Now they already were two to face the ennemy somewhere around there. Now it went on faster and in a very short time, they were an army of 5 men...
The fog cleared up. There was a dead lady lying on the ground. Ragnar run to her, she was his neighbor for a long time. He couldn't feel a pulse. He now saw them: A huge and hungry horde of Trolls, trolling the poor and people in the villages in the mountains, who didn't have an enough good defence.
They also noticed him. He run back to his comrade in arms, warning them. And then, the attack already came. It wasn't a battle, it was a massacre. A Troll run against Ragnar, he tried to defend his attack with his sword, but the strenght of his ennemy was to big. BONG! He just hit him in the face. Ragnar fell to the ground. Then, the last thing he saw was how his best friend, Olaf was killed by a bunch of hungry monsters. Then everything became black...
Ragnar awake. He was in a house he has never been before. But the much more important thing: There was a beautiful woman he has never seen before.
Ragnar: "Good Lady, where are we?"
Elsa: "We're in my house, it's a little bit afield from your village. Oh, and please, just call me Elsa."
Ragnar: "How the heck did I got here, in the house of such a young lovely woman? I guess you're married, right
Elsa: "That's quite a long story... Two days ago, the village was attacked by a plundering horde of Trolls. They killed everyone they found. I didn't remarked anything of this attack, until I went to there to go shopping
. I came to the village, houses were burned, lichs of soldiers lay around everywhere and it stunk like the pest
. I found you, as the only surving of the attack. you were already there for 2 days, aswoon, halfway frozen. I took you with me and now you are here. To your last question: I was married, with an old rich man, who I never loved. My miserly father forced me to marry him. He was in the villige while the attack, he's dead."
To be continued...
"Do not get drunk on wine, which leads to debauchery. Instead, be filled with the Spirit." Ephesians 5.18