A HERO'S JOURNEY

One usual, raw day in the Viking village of Hillamear , Prince Ragnar Lothbrok junior was at home when his father,King Ragnar Lothbrok senior, sent a messenger to summon him.Ragnar strode out of the door, his matted ginger hair was tied back in a messy bun and his lime green eyes glimmered in the snowy background. He wore a dark leather fighting kit, one of which you might see a gladiator wearing, as though he was going into battle.

As soon as he arrived he noticed his father's expression looked as though he was in a state of upmost panic. He raked a hand through his filthy hair and rubbed his eyes.Ragnar senior seemed to have not have slept in days.Junior asked his father why he looked so glum. His father simply sighed and explained.

"It's Jormungandr,"He yawned."He has returned worse than ever. He has been killing, burning and-"The king stopped and paused."Jormungandr has been eating the roots of Yegdrasil,the tree of life." Ragnar junior gasped "I know," The King began."but none of my men are strong or brave enough. It would take years to train them. So" He shot a look of hope at his son."will you defeat Jormungandr?" The Prince looked as though he had just recieved the best gift ever.He smiled ear to ear.

"Yes, father,he shall be dead by dusk!"

"Very well then that's that settled."Prince Ragnar lothbrok stood up and marched out of his father's castle gleefully and headed home.

He tucked his sword in his belt and left. He hiked through forests and swam through great, choppy waters and dodged any harmful things that he encountered on his journey.