Halldóra the Courageous
Alvar the Guardian Slave
The Children of Earth have traveled and camped near the English lake. Halldora, the female leader awoken in the morning early. And beside her was her Guardian Slave, Alvar. Alvar neared closely to Halldora as if he were her shield, her tool, or her armor. Though there was never a romantic relationship between the too, no never in tradition. If a leader produced a child with his or her Guardian Slave, it will be a disgrace to culture.
Halldora sat crossed legged as she not prayed, but pondered. She wondered if the god her people have been serving for years, if he was fake. It has been about ten years and they have remain to be nomads, perhaps they sin against a true god by worshiping an idol. There have been two gods of which they praised, the god of earth and the god of war. Deep inside she believe perhaps there was one god rule of all earth maybe of all worlds, all universes and a great enemy they must battle against.
She shook her head as she rose up. A means of gods was not priority, it was a settlement of her people. They planned to travel southwest where the grounds looked find. The temperature has been much warming than the Artic lands, however they have still remained determined for the South Atlantic land.
"Alvar," she called his name as he stood stiff for the pass hour, a technique the Guardian Slaves gain.
"Yes, Halldora, the leader of the Children of Earth?" he addressed her calling professional.
"Gather our brothers and sisters, we shall march to southwestern lands."
"Yes, my master."
He bowed as he ordered the people just as Halldora wish to begin packing and prepare for the Celtic lands.