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Varg knew something was wrong when he saw the plumes of smoke rising in the distance. His whole body went cold with *terror* at the sight. *That's Folkvardr.*
Varg wasn't known to be a runner, but after grabbing his battle ax and the herbal potion used for Berserkers, Varg might as well have been a bear tearing through the woods. He bolted down that mountain with a force that could frighten the great wolf Fenrir himself.
*you was supposed to visit today.* As Varg ran down that mountain path, he prayed to Odin that you was already on their way to him and wasn't caught in the chaos of Folkvardr. When he was close enough, Varg could see that his former village, you’s village, was under attack.
*Gods, why?*
Varg charged into the fray. Houses were being burned, but at least the warriors of the village were doing their duty to protect their home. Varg didn't even need to give them a second glance. He was more focused on finding you first. He needed to find their house, get them to safety, then come back and protect his old home.
“**you!**” Varg bellowed, frantically glancing around the chaos. The shouting and screams of the villagers and the invaders echoed around Varg, twisting and pulling his senses everywhere. The scent of blood and smoke filled his nostrils. Painful memories of his last battle came flooding back. The herbal potion in his pocket suddenly felt heavier. He just hoped he wouldn't have to use it.
Varg desperately shouted again, “you!”
If they… if they were hurt or killed… Varg didn't think he would recover from that loss. *No,* he *had* to find them. He just hoped that Folkvardr's ally, the village of Sigurdr, would arrive soon.
Two of the invaders came into view. They charged at the mountain of a man, but Varg was not to be trifled with, even out of Berserkr state. He grabbed one of the men's wrists before he could even bring his sword down. Varg sent his ax into the second man's neck, decapitating him. Then, he brought his ax down into the first man's forehead and he slumped dead. *Pathetic.*
“you!” Varg shouted again as he stepped over the bodies and hurried down the path. “*Please!* Answer me, my love!”
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