Southeast Vinlandia
A castle mounted at the peak of the Southeastern land. This massive stone structure is built in octagonal form. It is adorned with abbeys that had very large stone dovecotes on their grounds─built directly into the upper walls of the manor-house. Surrounded by a moat – a perimeter ditch with water, the outside is fashioned with curtain walls & towers – serving as its perimeter defensive wall. And above all, a fortified gatehouse – the main castle entrance, housing thousands of soldiers ready to devour any intruder and/or infiltrators! The same could be told about the Northeastern terrain. These are the kingdom of the Saxon Royalties, King Sweyn, and King Harald respectively. Or needless to say, the mighty bloodlines of the Celestial Dragons, descending from King Artoria himself.
Beyond the perimeters of Sweyn's castle lay the battleground. Designed to shelter any forms of bloodshed, war, and desolation. This field called Viking Cemetery is occupied entirely by thousands of Saxon soldiers. Two kings parade in front, carried by their respective chariots. Facing the east is Harald and his army. The other side of his younger brother. Equal in strength. Equal in power. But what's more terrifying of all is their number. 10,000 STRONG!
The chariot kept catapulting towards the heart of the graveyard. Thorkell awaits. Standing tall just like his moniker. Braggart! Arrogant! Blasphemous for the lack of better words to describe his hilarity. He grins in face of two big threats. Two axes in hand, he unleashed an aura terrifying enough to withhold the very air breezing in all directions.
"Nyahahaha!", his very soul filled with evil merriment. Couldn't even contain it no longer. It burst in form of mockery. The kings would only grit their teeth, wearing scowls on their faces.
"Forward!", the two kings sang in a chorus.
"Surround the fool!", Harald commands. And just like that. Within a single glance, The Tall is surrounded by the combined forces of the enemy.
"You think you scare me?! Harald!? Sweyn!?", he boasted even farther. And further, he would contempt them all.
"If you think that you could kill me with thousands of them, you are perhaps within your sanity. But don't think that the two of you would leave this place unscathed. For I am..."
"I am..."
"I am, Thorkell, The TAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLL!"
The Viking Lord roared with such tenacity, that the very ground shook where he's the epicenter of the micro-vibrations it dealt. His clothing fluttered with the breeze, and his eyes burned with ferocious and malicious intent to prey. Two axes shone in black. They did so with his willpower. And then...
"The man wants to die!", Sweyn regarded.
"Soldieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeers!"
"Soldieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeers!"
The brother called forth, raising their swords, pointing at the heavens gate.
"ATTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!"
"ATTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!"
"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
The uproar! It made the earth tremble. Hordes of horses. Platoons of chariots! Stampede of blade wielders. Shields are all at guard. They advanced! The sounds of their footsteps and roar were loud enough to swamp the trumpets. But... As they all charged Thorkell, something unexpected would happen so suddenly. Harald's army advanced beyond the line, cleaving the front lines of Sweyn's army defense.
"?!"
"What's happening?!"
"You fools! What are you doing?", Harald wondered. Enraged, he lifted his blade and struck whoever was in front and at his sides.
"Traitors!"
"It was Askeladd. That son of a─"
Harald couldn't continue his speech for suddenly, Thorkell appeared in front of him.
"Looks like the tides have shifted against you, King Harald?"
The armies pushed each other's back. Not minding anyone else but whoever is in front of them. One of the soldiers would even question the other.
"Hoy. What are you doing?"
"We stand by Lord Askeladd's side. Don't falter! For years, we longed for this. We are sick and tired of oppression and bloodbath.!"
"Yeah! That's right! We want peace."
"If you stand in the way, then you leave us with no other option but to strike with all our might!"
"For Vinlandia!"
"For Vinlandia!"
"For Vinlandia!"
"For Vinlandia!"
"For Vinlandia!"
Not being able to fathom anything that was happening, Harald's eyes was devoured by despair. Is this what Askeladd really wanted? Killing someone without actually killing them?
"All this time, my hatred didn't vanquish. The most effective way of killing someone is by way of betrayal. He invested too much in me, making me the new Lord of the Vikings. But what he did to my mother remained a fact. And for that reason, hell would be unleashed upon him."
A few days before this battle, Askeladd spoke to a mysterious man. It was Harald, his father.
Northwest Vinlandia, Askelladd's Dwellings
Askelladd approached a dark room where a man dwells for a very long period of time. He did not need to knock, he just entered without any permission. The room is also ornamented with precious stones and metals, including artifacts or preserved bones of oxen and the likes.
"My Lord... I came to tell you that it has begun."
Suddenly, a man behind the silhouette emerged. In the shadows, he spoke,
"This time. No mistakes. And of Thors."
"Yes, my Lord, I know what to do."
Askelladd turned his back after the brief conversation. He flapped his dashing coat as he did, grinning as he goes.
Harald's wish was actually fulfilled for Askeladd did not make a single mistake. It was a flawless execution of all his plans to bring an end to the Saxons' reign. He swore to kill his father, foul as a hound in hell. But he would never kill him without having him witness the fall of the empire he had fortified all his life. The betrayal, the treason─are all key to the lowest level of punishment. Harald did not treat his son like his own. Much like another piece if not a pawn. For had he loved his mother and not let her die in solitude, it would have not come to this.
As all of this happen, a pirate prince who is currently facing the Lord of Hell uttered his words of wisdom about solitude and solidarity. Two events in sync. But for different purposes. As everything is enacted in Vinlandia, the prince narrates the heart of the scene.
"Solitude taught me evil. In loneliness, our hearts run darker and deeper. As you crawl into the pit of darkness, there's no one there to fetch you up. These sinister thoughts will only morph into vicious acts that would eventually crush your soul even further."
Thorkell stares at Harald's eyes, suffering in pain and agony. The Viking suddenly remembered the bond he has forged with Thors and the reason why he took him in. The bond he shared with Kanda and the blood they both drink in their duel. The words the young marine left him. The bond he shared with Kallavan. The wounds they both inflicted on each other.
The scene shifted to the sprinting three kings of Thors, Askeladd, and the Almighty Kallavan. Thors was smiling and so was Askeladd.
"Why fool?"
"Hmm. Nothing."
Suddenly, Askeladd remembered the times he was still fighting Thorkell head to head. Almost kill each other on many occasions only to birth a silent alliance between the two dwellings. An endless rivalry with a single purpose.
"Why do we always fight Askeladd?"
"The real question is, why do we not kill each other?"
"I never held back against you."
"So did I."
The two smiled. The Pirate Prince continued to narrate but in Thorkell's voice.
"That's the strength of our bond. I am done with solitude. Solidarity is the path I wish to take. That's the answer to my weakness. Our collective strength is what brought us the empire we stand in today, not the destiny you claim to have forged for me. But if you insist, I will bow just as you wish."
Thorkell answered Harald's faze. The king remained aback. Stunned with the things that fell at once upon him. A tragic failure. Thorkell continued to unleash his aura of demonkind in face of the struck.
Harald just stared at it until his mental state broke.
"Brotheeeeeeeeeeeer!", Sweyn shouted.