THE SAGA OF RAGNAR

Gloomily, Ragnar walked past the uninviting mountains.They loomed over him staring at every step he took. With his Blood-Burster and his immeasurable shield dragging against the floor,he wept cold tears that melted the sparkling snow.Climbing over the wearily over the unsteady rocks he tried to find an active adversary to kill him.He had lived a mighty life was sure he would go to Valhalla.He had to prove he was stronger than any Viking!Tired as a loin after hunting its prey nevertheless he tried to survive the harsh wind.He had to be the mightiest warrior of all!!!!!

Ragnar stood in the misty,faint fog.Holding his deadly, pointy sword ,he walked towards the lifeless leafless trees that stood proudly in front of him.

Suddenly, he halted in-front of a figure.Gripping his sword he heard a rustling of dry leaves.Quietly Ragnar walked backwards.He could only hear the splashes of the deep,blue sea .

"Who is there?"