The Son Of Ragnar

Kattegat was on high alert, the citizens were reckless as the damage control was handled quite poorly. This was bad news as unrest was the last thing they needed but what was more worrying was that Lagertha was nowhere to be seen despite searching every nook and cranny of Kattegat.

They suspected that Lagertha was dead but they could not see her in the heaps of bodies that were found around the city, so the next possibility was that she was taken or hiding somewhere.

It was unlikely that she was hiding when Kattegat was under attack but it was not impossible.

Herfjötur managed to kill more than 30 warriors despite being injured, she was that strong as she fought all night alone and managed to come out alive.

She was in the healer's house and she was being taken care of, the injuries she sustained were not life-threatening, it was like she only defended against the vital strikes because she knew there was no way for her to defend herself against all attacks.

Her stamina was her most prominent aspect, but she was unconscious right now thanks to the amount of blood she had lost.

The healers were not sure she would wake up, they feared that she took more damage than they could currently access.

But the ringleader of the attack was alive, she did not share the same fate as Herfjötur in terms of injury. She was treated like a prisoner, and guards were on her at all times because they knew she was a very important piece in figuring out what happened.

"Do not take your eyes off lady Herfjötur or that woman!" Tiril commanded because she was the one in charge now that Herfjötur was out of commission, and now was the perfect opportunity for any potential threat to strike.

"There is still no sign of Lagertha!" A warrior said, naturally it was not only female warriors left in Kattegat as everyone answered to Herfjötur without question.

The man was out of breath and sweaty, this showed the effort he had put to find the wife of Ragnar because the announcement of her death will cause ripples.

They kept it under wraps as they did so quietly, Tiril was visibly distressed as she blamed herself for the current state of Herfjötur as well as the disappearance of Lagertha.

"King Askild will have our heads!" Tiril muttered in fear.

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"Where am I?" An injured Lagetha called out, she was still dazed from what happened the night before and was surprised she was not dead.

She could barely recollect her thoughts, every bone in her body ached, she did fall from the walls so it was inevitable that she fractured or broke something with that fall.

"Kattegat!" Lagertha said out loud, jolting herself out of the bed but she immediately collapsed to the ground in pain. She saw injuries on her body that she did not remember getting the night before but she did not recognize the place she was in either.

It looked like a rundown tent, with rotten food scattered everywhere and a repulsive stench oozing from the ground with flies having their fill with the decomposing remains and maggots dancing around in it.

Lagertha crawled like she was fighting for her life, she very well could be depending on who carried her here, or did she come here herself?

Her memories were against her but now was not the time to think, Kattegat needed her and she would do anything for them but she could hear footsteps from afar.

The ground was thumping, whoever was coming was running but Kattegat did not know who it was or if the enemies had found her.

She checked her side but her sword was nowhere to be seen so she was unarmed and in an unfamiliar place. This was the worst possible scenario for her but she had to find a way to defend herself, or this could result in her death.

But she was bandaged and taken care of, which means someone had catered to her wounds.

Why save her life if they were just going to kill her?

Lagertha quickly crawled back into bed and feigned sleep just in time as the person that was running found their way into the tent.

Whoever it was was out of breath, but there was no movement the moment they entered the tent so the motive for their actions was not known.

"You are a lucky woman, I cannot believe that you wandered so far out in the forest," The person said, it was the voice of a girl.

Lagertha's eyes remained sealed shut but she wanted to peek at the girl to see who she was. She could not risk it, but it became apparent soon after that she did not know who she was.

This was a breath of fresh air but who did not know who Lagertha was?

What did she mean she wandered into a forest?

The last she could remember was slitting the throats of the attackers in the cover of the night.

Finally, the footsteps came closer to her, and Largeta's eye slit open partly, she tried to leap at the girl but she stopped halfway through due to her cracked ribs, crashing back into the bed.

"You are still injured! Do not move around so much lady!" The girl warned, she had a gentle face with freckles littered across her face, and she gently pushed Lagertha down.

"Stay still!" The girl said. She had to be no more than 18 years old.

"W-Where am I?" Lagertha managed to get these words out despite her body feeling like it would give up on her at any moment.

"Kattegat, well the bad parts of Kattegat," The lady said, this meant they were in the rural area of Kattegat, a place cut off from the main city as a wall was erected to separate them.

It was no surprise she had no idea who Lagertha was.

"I need to get back!" Lagertha thought to herself.