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A VIKING WARRIOR

by

Emily Fulken

Prologue

It is the year 874, when a young Viking warrior named Kilgore is washed upon unknown shores. Not knowing where he is or what day it is was frightened by the mere sight of a young female of his age. But dressed so differently than young girls from his time and people.

Present Time Chapter One

Young Nora, decided to walk along the Atlantic shore for fresh air when she discovers a young man of her age, dressed in funny clothes. Like he came from a different time period. Curious as ever, Nora walks closer to him and realizes he's dressed like a Viking. How strange she thought. Nora seeing how the young man was frightened decided to speak softly to him. "Hi, I am Nora. Who are you?" "I am Kilgore, a Viking's son. Where am I?" "A Viking? That cannot be. It's 2013 and this is America. Also known as the USA." "America, you say this is? It cannot be 2013 because it 874. Plus, I have never heard of America." Laughing, Nora managed to to say, " Yes, it is America and also the year 2013. Where did you say you came from? And if what you say is true, then how did you here?"

"I am from Iceland and my people are at war. There was a storm and our ship got wrecked from the lightening. The ship was also leaking very badly. It was one of my father's prized ships. When I awoke this morning I found myself here on shore and you are the first person I have seen so far." Nora watching Kilgore as he told.her his story and who he is and how he got here was puzzled. For surely he had to be crazy or joking with her. But he seemed sincere and truly puzzled and lost as well.

"Hmm.. I don't know how you ended up here Kilgore. Or as to how I can help you go back to your time period. In my world people would think you are crazy for saying what you have just told me. They will put you in a crazy house house for weird people, but I can help you out with new clothes to wear for you to fit in and a place for you to live while we research a way to get you back. That is if it is even likely that time travel works. I can't guarantee that you will be able to go back home Kilgore." "Kilgore looking a lot more relaxed smiled at Nora, " Thank you, Nora. I will appreciate all the help you are willing to give me."

Taking Kilgore's hand Nora led him to her home. Once there she grabbed some t- shirts, pants, socks and a pair of shoes from here brother's room. Thankfully her parents were visiting her grandma and her older brother Josh was away at college. "Come on, you can stay in my old tree house for awhile. It is sturdy like a house." "What is a tree house?", Kilgore asked Nora. "You do not know what a tree house is?" Nora asked him skeptically. Not believing he didn't know what one was. How could one not know she thought. But judging by his confused facial expression, she let out a sigh of unbelief. As she waited for him to change in the bathroom she explained to him that it was like a miniature house for one's kids to play in except built up in a tree. Kilgore listening to every word Nora said was fascinated. How strange to waste such good lumber to build a mini house just for kids to play in he thought.

Finally inside the tree house and settling his Viking clothes, Kilgore looked around to find blankets, pillows, a window, table with two chairs and a bookcase. "Wow, this is pretty cool." "Thanks. So, this is where you will be staying until I come and get you every day. I will bring you lots of food and drinks and other stuff as you need them." " Thank you, Nora this will be plenty and I appreciate all of this." Trying not to blush from the simple comment Nora turned to face the window as she explained her world to him. And all of it's different customs.

By the time she finished telling him everything it was dark out. Luckily her parents werent her.to scold her for.being outside so long. Rushing to head back to the house, Nora promised Kilgore that she would make him breakfast in the morning. Kilgore learned so much from what Nora said about her world and couldn't believe all.the strange yet fascinating innovations and customs. "Night, Kilgore." "Good night, Nora." Blushing yet again, Nora practically ran back to the house.