1 Chapter 1 : Prologue

* Year 990, February. *

"Isak, can you take me the clothes I had hung out to dry ?" a beautiful blond woman of middle age was cooking in a pot lighted by a fire.

"Alright mum! I'm off to get the clothes right away. Where did dad go ?" a small blond child with ocean blue eyes spoke English to his mother.

"Your father left chopping wood in the forest, you can also go help him if you want. Be careful."

the mother said before the child came out of the little wooden house.

It was a small family that lived on an island far away from the world and other humans, they were the only ones on that island. A small wooden house and a medium-sized barn to house various animals such as sheep, cows or even chickens.

Young Isak had surrendered to the clothes that were hanging from a rope. Despite his small size, he still managed to retrieve the clothes after a few minutes.

After dropping them off at the door, he ran with a broad smile towards the forest near his home to find his father.

After a few minutes, he found his father chopping wood with sweat visible on his face. He was a man in his forties with a cropped beard and medium dark hair reaching up to his shoulders.

He was 1m80 with a rather imposing and muscular body.

"Why have you come here, Isak ? How many times have I told you not to come near in the forest ?"

the father wiped off his sweat, berating his son.

"Father ! I want you to teach me how to use a bow like you !" said the son with an excited look.

"No, I told you before. You're still a kid and what do you plan to do when you learn to use a bow? You don't need it." He once again refused his son's request and then continued to cut down the tree he had started.

"But I want to become strong like daddy...why don't you want to teach me ? I could hunt and protect you later..." the child had puffed up his cheeks innocently but the father just sighed putting on a hand on the boy's head.

"Listen, son. You don't have to get strong or anything. I'm the father, my role is to protect and guard the family. You're still too young for these practices, maybe I could teach you when you're older. For now, just take care of listening to me and your mother with simple tasks and don't think about that anymore." the father said calmly.

Isak disagreed with his father and still wanted to learn archery. But he finally let go and then walked home with a disappointed glint in his eyes.

'It's not fair, why can't I get strong like daddy ?

I just need practice and that's it...' With that thought he had arrived home.

His mother had asked him to help her prepare the meal, to which he had agreed.

two hours later, the father had returned home with a large bucket of water in his right hand which served as a reservoir.

"Loki, what did you say to Isak again to make him come back with a disappointed face? Probably for the same reason I guess." Linda also knew that her son wanted to learn archery from her husband, she didn't agree to that either despite her son's insistence.

"He'll let go in a little while, let's let him continue. I don't want to teach him the bow but it might be of use to him later. Maybe one day he will make our dream come true that we couldn't achieve. I don't want him to take the same path as me." the father said with a hint of concern in his eyes.

His name had spread throughout the world of Vikings and Europeans under the name "Vikings Slayer". All warriors know him for his strength and cruelty to vikings or even pirates. His wife was also a powerful swordsman and fought alongside him, although he was more bow-oriented than melee-oriented. Loki wanted a world of peace without violence like his wife Linda. Unfortunately, he had suffered a serious injury to his right leg and could not force much on it.

This injury forced him and his wife to flee the Battle of Hjörungavágr where he had been hired by the Norwegians to be able to fight the Danes led by the Jomsvikings, who were a powerful band of warriors and Vikings from the Sea of ​​the North.

He had been in hiding on this island for years, but he knew he didn't restore much time before he and his family were found. The Jomsviking are his greatest enemies and their mission is to eliminate him because he could be a very big obstacle for them.

He is a Norwegian while Linda was English, they had met at sea while he continued his campaign to exterminate the Vikings he encountered. He hated violence but it was the only way to bring peace. His wife had a similar goal to him and then the two were finally married after traveling the sea together for a while.

"Honey, don't you think this is the time when we should reveal my lineage to him ? Our child has the potential to become a very powerful warrior in the future with the blood flowing in my veins and your archerie talents in the future. Even if I don't want our son to experience this barbaric world, he will have to become stronger to be able to protect himself from the attackers who will come to eliminate him." The mother had a sad face but Loki comforted her by kissing her in his arms.

"Don't worry, he is our son and will surely be very strong in the future. I will be proud of him in the future whatever he chooses. We are running out of time, they will arrive tomorrow according to my intuition..." said the father with a cold look.

Loki's intuition was always correct regardless of the situation. The next day will be his last day and he knew it very well.

"How do you want to save him ? We can't keep him with us where he will be killed with us ! Our fate is sealed on this island but our son still has a long future ahead of him and will not die not here." Linda didn't know what to do to protect her son from tomorrow's invasion.

"We have to do this tonight to prevent him from being found by them. I will send him to the north of England so that he is as far away from the Vikings as possible but it won't last long even if that will give him time to train. Our son will survive very well having arrived there." His intuition had told him again that Isak will survive despite the potential hatred that will eat into him deep inside him.

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Isak was sleeping on his bed with open arms and spread legs, you could tell he was in a good sleep. He was suddenly awakened by a noise coming into the house.

"Huh...? What's that noise? Dad, mom ?"

He went into the living room to go watch what was going on and then saw his father and mother equipped with armor and a weapon.

"Isak, it's time to say goodbye, darling." The mother looked affectionately at her son as he looked at him in confusion.

"What do you mean by goodbye ?" Isak didn't understand what was going on before he felt a hand on his head.

"Isak, enemies will arrive for us killed. We will go

to the battlefield but for you, we will send you to another place so that you are safe. These are goodbyes son, be a true warrior and honor the blood that runs in your veins. Remember you are the son of Loki, the Vikings Slayer !" He said with pride as the son brought tears to his eyes as he understood the situation very quickly. He was a very intelligent boy, he naturally understood the meaning behind these words.

"Why don't you come with me then ? The three of us can get away in a boat, can't we ? Answer me !" Isak was shaking his two parents with his little hands without receiving any answers.

"No, Isak. Our fate is sealed here. You must flee leaving us on this island. I will watch you from Valhalla with your mother. Don't cry and be a warrior as you move forward straight on your way. You will be the one to conquer all of Europe,

Isak Pendragon. "

Loki flicked his son on the back of his neck to knock him out and hugged him. Linda had tears in her eyes knowing that this was the last time she would see her son, she then handed a sword with a scabbard to her husband so that he could hand it to Isak when he put it on the boat.

This sword was Arthur Pendragon's legendary weapon that has been passed down from generation to generation in Linda's family, also known as the Excalibur. Only a person with Pendragon blood and a strong will is able to wield this sword.

"Take care of yourself, Isak. Find allies and a wife so you can survive in this world." she kissed her son's forehead before Loki left with the child in her hands.

After a few minutes, Loki had reached the ocean's edge and had a direct view of the direction of England which was hundreds of miles from where they stood.

There was a wooden boat resting on the water with a wooden chest on it and a letter attached. The father gently put his son on the boat before pushing him to go to the ocean. The father had a warm look in his eyes before finally turning to go home.

'Farewell, my son. Be a strong warrior and make our dream come true for me and Linda. Now we have to get ready to fight those bastards from Jomsvikings.' He had a glare on his face thinking of potential dangerous opponents that might come...

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*The next day.*

The sun was shining on the ocean despite the cold climate. Seagulls could be heard in the sky migrating to Europe. It was winter, no wonder birds were still migrating.

A small wooden boat floated on the ocean in the middle of nowhere. The unconscious child on the boat slowly opened his eyes due to the rays of the sun hitting him full in the face.

"Where am I...?" Isak took a few seconds to remember what happened last night. His eyes widened in horror as well as fear as he remembered the scene yesterday.

After being knocked out, he reopened his eyes a few hours after being unconscious. He had seen from afar, his island which was on fire without leaving a part intact. The Vikings had planned in advance their attack by setting fire to the whole island before making the assault. He then fell unconscious from the severe pain in his head.

Isak had this lingering scene in his head as well as his parents' farewells. Everything had happened very quickly for him, he collapsed in tears on the ground with cries of sadness. Despair had invaded him as he remembered the moments spent together with his family. Why did he have to go through all this ? What is the reason for all this ?

He knows it, it was his weakness. He would have been strong enough to protect his family, he would never have gone through all of that, him and his loved ones !

"Dad, mother ! Why did you sacrifice yourself just for someone so weak as me ?! Why, just why ?!!" He cried even more, pounding the ground with his small fists before recovering his sanity and seeing the letter on the chest.

His eyes were lifeless and completely dead, the child no longer had the will to live without his family. It was the only thing he had, why stay alive if the only thing he was with was gone?

He took the letter in his hand then took off the little ribbon that was tied on it, he began to read the note written on it.

"Isak, the Jomsvikings probably killed us by the time you read this message. We both know you're probably blaming yourself for yourself believing you're responsible for this. Stop crying and move on like a warrior ! Me, Loki, wouldn't be proud of a whiny son who knows nothing but that. Become strong for power, if you can't, go above that power and reach the top of this world ! You, Isak Pendragon, will be the person who will bring peace to this world in government over Europe ! Make me and Linda proud from Valhalla and show the whole world your power !»

After he finished reading the letter, he tightened his grip on the letter and then tears of rage fell from his cheeks, he hadn't noticed the blood flowing from his hands because of his fingernails tearing at his skin.

"Jomsvikings... Jomsvikings... They are the ones who killed my family... They took everything from me... I will kill them all... I swear on the name of Odin the Almighty that I will kill these vikings...

I will become strong and conquer all of Europe as dad told me, these people will pay for having sacked my life !" Isak's eyes had grown cold and filled with hatred with one goal, to avenge his family as well as the conquest of Europe.