Chapter Three- I Must Be Loosing My Mind.
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Freya and Gunnar held their breath waiting to see if this woman is going to wake up. It took Kayleen over 20 mins of tossing and turning before she opened her eyes. Her vision was blurry and she was very confused. The bump on the head has her out of wack at this moment in time. She spends what seems like forever just staring down at the blood-covered clothes she is wearing. Fear in her eyes, but too groggy at the moment to think clearly. She was having a hard time keeping her head up or what she even did that morning. "Think Kayleen" she whispers out loud in a slurred voice. She tries to get out of bed but as soon as she stands up she gets dizzy and starts to topple over to the floor. Gunnar was at her side and stopped her fall. She looks up in shock to see a very muscular man half-naked man with long dirty blond hair and serious deep blue eyes. Tan skin and marking down his back almost like tattoos. He was 6'5. Kayleen tried very hard to remember who he was, if he is in my room I must know him. RIGHT?! she thought to herself. He sat her on the bed and spoke in a very odd tongue. "Settle down lass du have quite a spill in inn holt. Maybe du are not ready to be up ok about. Rest, Ek will fetch inn nurse." Ouch, she put her hand up to her bandaged head, that was quite a trip Kayleen thought as her memory was coming back and her head a little less fuzzy. "How hard did I hit my head it sounds like your words are all jumbled up, I am having a hard time understanding." She said out loud still trying to figure out just what is happening. Freya walked to her brother's side trying to make out what the women said. "Hello my name is Freya, this is my brother Gunnar" she spoke slowly and tried to be clear. She wanted her to know they do not want a quarrel and come to her in peace. Kayleen looked over at the women a little dazed. She can understand her, but the woman called Freya has a thick accent. Kayleen can't seem to make out where they are from. She finally processes and responds. "What is this place and how did I get here?! Did I hear something about a nurse, am I in the hospital?" Freya could understand her but barely she spoke in a familiar yet unfamiliar way. "Ek found du wandering our clan's woods alone við no protector. When du fell we brought du to our village brothel ok inn nurse came to du." she said carefully "What do þeir call du? Gunnar interrupted he needed to know this Angel from the woods name. Kayleen looked confused and said "Thank you for taking me to a nurse." she looked and Freya with a fearful smile. She looked at Gunnar and very kindly explained she does not understand him. He understood enough to say. "Your name." "Kayleen" she answered with a wary smile. "Can you please tell me where am I Gunnar?" He smirked "Northern Isles of Scotland lass."
Kayleen's POV-
I stared wide-eyed, I must have heard him wrong. There is NO way I am in Scotland. I was just sleeping in my bedroom. I live in America, In Florida. What is going on?!?! I must be losing my mind! I notice the way they are dressed. Why do they look like they belong on the show Vikings? I have to figure out what is going on. I look over at Gunnar "Can you show me around please I am so hungry and I need some coffee like now." He looks at me with such confusion in his eyes. "What is coffee du speak of? we do not have þá here," he responded. What in the flip?! How can a place not have coffee? Okay, this is just getting weirder and weirder. "Come lass lets eat." Gunnars' strong muscular arm reached out and he took me by the hand. Freya looked at me up and down. A concern in her eyes. "Dear brother ek must dress her first," she said. He let go of my hand nodded his head slightly and left the room. Freya was very beautiful with long red curly locks, jade green eyes, and porcelain skin. She seemed to always have a smile plastered onto her heart-shaped face. She led me down the hall to what she called the washroom. I figured this was going to be a normal bathroom. When I stepped into the room I was shocked. What year am I in? This is not normal. I really must have gone crazy. I look around the small stone room with a dirt floor and a wooden washtub and buckets to fill it with water from the river. In the corner was a small stove like structure, for heating the water is my guess, and some old tattered cloth. I washed and dressed into a long dress that hit at my ankles it was brown and have some lighter weight white fabric for the longsleeved arms and the bust part with a scarf wrapped around my head and my blond hair flowing down my back. I was wearing simple leather type flats. I looked like I was from the olden days. I loved it! Freya and I chatted while I was dressing and when I was done we went to find her brother because I needed food!
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-One month later-
Kayleen's POV-
I was at the stove making stew, Freya was out picking fresh vegetables from their families garden to go into the stew. It has been about a month since I woke up in this strange land. I have never felt more at home in my whole life. This is where I belong. Even if I may be crazy I do not care. I am finally happy truly. We have all learned so much from one another. I have been teaching the clan new English. They can all speak like me now, which is so much better. Gunner and his men were at sea gathering resources needed for the clans' survival. Freya runs inside very frightened, she was shaking, and her face was even paler than usual. "What is wrong," I asked as I went to her. She grabbed me by the shoulders and looked me in my eyes. Look at the sky, this is no normal storm from rain. This is by the hand of the evil ice queen. Bestla has come, and where she goes danger and distribution follow. Our clan is in terrible danger. Just as she finished we heard the sound of thunder booming and an evil laugh from the distance. She is here and most of the warriors have gone to sea. We are in trouble.
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