A Viking Story About Lost Vikings…
Here is Viking walking through her favorite flower field on Hermit Island, over the path, and across the river past the meadow. She likes to go there to pick flowers to bring back to Clam House Clearing. They look so lovely on the center table in the stone vase Hermit made.
When Viking walks through this happy field, she remembers the story her father told of the lost Vikings from her village.
The Story of The Lost Vikings…
The lost Vikings left on a regular fishing trip, and took their longship out past the cresting waves into the deeper waters of the sea. These lost Vikings took their ship to a place well-known, and fished many times by many ancestors before them.
After many days passed, the Viking villagers grew concerned over their absence, and feared these Vikings were lost at sea.
It was strange that the Vikings were lost, as it was a common place to fish, and even Viking had been there with her father many times before.
One of the village Viking girls waited for her love to come back to her, and he sadly never returned. Each night, she stood out on the cold sand, and looked over the waters under the moonlight, hoping to see his ship appear in the distance.
She spent many nights waiting, and returned to the village only when she could no longer stand with exhaustion. She sometimes said she could hear the ship horn blowing over the wind, and carrying the sound toward her, and that the lost Vikings and her love were just around the bend of the rocks.
Each time nothing.
This Viking girl eventually stopped waiting on the beach, but would walk through the marketplace, with her clothes dirty, her hair uncombed, and mumbling to herself. She didn’t even wear her Viking helmet anymore out in public.
This girl was the same village girl Viking saw often in that marketplace, and she never knew why she acted the way she did, until her father told her the story of the lost Vikings and her broken heart.
The other Viking girls would laugh at this girl, and tease her, and were so mean.
One time, Viking became so angry at the constant taunting and teasing, that she drew her sword and shield, pointed her sharp blade at the throat of the tallest mean girl, even taller than Viking, and said…
“If only I get the chance some day to bear the burden of this girl, but I shall not bear your words one moment more!”
Viking held her sword steady, squinted her eyes, pursed her lips, and readied her movements.
The taller Viking girl stepped back away. Her face was red with embarrassment, and she looked around the marketplace to see who was watching. She left with the other mean girls, but oh how they gave Viking such looks.
Viking knew that was the day she made enemies.
As she picks the purple flower, and places it behind her ear, she wonders if her father is waiting on the beach each night…looking out over the water for the lost Vikings and his lost Viking?
She smiles thinking of her father, and the love story he told her of the Lost Vikings.
