A tragic love story of finding your true love and losing it at the same time. Inspired by a drawing I have seen I kind of pictured it as an encounter between an Irish noble girl and young dying viking.
It was afternoon and the sun was already low at the sky, but not really going down yet, when the noise of a galloping horse filled the air.
A young girl was riding her stunning gray mare along the shores of the green island. Her long wavy red hair hung loose and she was wearing a cloak of fine wool to face the cold.
It did not bother her she had to be home already. She was bored and out for a challenge, when her horse stopped suddenly and almost threw her off.
The mare was anxious and the girl looked down. Her wide green eyes noticed something in the tall grass that covered the hills along the shore and she saw it moving.
For a moment she wondered, but got down, leaving her horse unattended for a moment, to take a closer look at what made it stop.
Her heart pounced almost out of her chest, when she heard some moaning. It was a human. So far she could make up it was a man and she wondered what he was doing there.
She hesitated for a moment. Should she talk to a stranger?
Just when she was out to step back on her horse and leave, she noticed there was a trail of blood. The man in the bushes was wounded.
Could she leave him? Her mind boggled. He might be took weak to harm her and it would not be humane not to help a person in need.
She grabbed for the golden Celtic crucifix she wore on a golden chain around her neck. Her granduncle had given it to her for her twelfth birthday. He was a priest and taught her all about Christianity.
It was not so long ago that her people were pagans and she looked over her shoulder to the big stone cross on the hill a bit further. They said invader came from the sea and destroyed abbeys. It were savage beast that did not get God’s way.
If it were not foggy, she could see the island that was plundered a couple of weeks earlier from her bedroom window. It scared her.
Strange ships were seen before the shores. Ships with dragon heads that brought devils along that stole whatever they could get at the point of a sword.
Suddenly a hand reached from out of the bushes and she noticed it was a man crawling, trying to get to the beach somehow, leaving a trail of blood.
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