Ariel_Olokand
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Ariel was frightened as she peered out through the slit in the mud wattled wall of the peasant hut she found herself in. The pretty young red headed pale lass of just barely 18 summers had been visiting with her uncle's family when her coastal village had come under attack from the Viking raiders. As the buxom young woman watched, several of the villages young men were brutally cut down in the lane before her by fierce looking Viking warriors. She alomost cried out in horror as the vikings killed these friends of hers, but Ariel had enough sense not to give herself away. She had heard of the treatment reserved for women by the Vikings. The smell of acrid smoke of other huts burning filled her nostrils and the sounds of screaming women being ravished and the pleas and shrieks of dying villagers filled her ears. Ariel hoped her family and freinds were safe and prayed the rosary over and over under her breath as she waited and hid in the cottage, hoping the Vikings would not find her...
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