In the cold northern lands, surrounded by rugged mountains and raging seas, lay the Viking village of Skjarfold. There Thorlund was born, a boy with hair as golden as the winter sun and blue eyes that seemed to contain the entire ocean. He was the son of Freyda, a warrior known for her skill with the axe and her tireless protective spirit. His father, Bjarnulf, had fallen in battle years before, leaving Freyda as his son’s sole support.
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