The tale of King Ragnar Lothbrok

As dusk appeared on a cold winter day (the bravest of all) Lothbrok searched the old windy woods to find a worthy adversary to take him to the afterlife.The mighty warrior stared from tree to tree hoping and praying that a bulky gladiator would emerge out of nowhere.He thought to himself is it because of Skull Slasher? I know he is stronger than most swords but he is just a weapon to fight battles in!

Ragnar stood in horror as an ear-piercing howl broke the silence.he cautiously snatched his

sword and guarded himself whilst cold sweat trickled down his face. The oaks trembled in fear as something someone shoved its way through the thicket...

Ragnar held his breath and for a moment his heart stopped

A grin crept across Ragnar's mighty face. Even though he was in deep agony,he was getting to go to paradise.Nevertheless, he was very close to being stood infront of the muscular Odin praying to stay in Valhalla.

Ragnar felt so alive as he made his way to the best warriors dream.He felt the doors open and was blinded by sunlight. He sheilded his eyes and imagined he was being caught by the sun reaching out for a big hug.

Meanwhile,the priest carried his corpse through the graveyard and slowly put it in the muddy ditch.

On the other hand ,Ragnar was loving the life as he was walking up the steps of victory all of the light was sucking him in when...

The deafening silence rolled over Heaven.BOMB!The doors slamed shut behind Ragnar. Confused, devestated,shocked,he stood nervously.He blinked and blinked again but the pure whiteness would not go away he stood there like he was frozen in time.