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Chapter 39 - + Celebration +

Folke paused momentarily taken by surprise by how strong he was, He was also extremely fast to the point that Folke didn't realize that Warrior's arm had moved from his position to his back until he felt the arm slamming on him.

Folke looked up at Warrior and realized how tall the man was, Instead of beginning to complain about how rough he was being treated he let out a laugh and smiled at warrior `` I'm sure my greatness can't compare to yours, You are so much stronger than me… umm what's your name?`` Folke spoke genuinely and admitted his own strength to Warrior.

``Oh! I forgot! They call me Warrior within the camp!`` He flexed his muscle and draped his arm around folke's small neck pulling him in close ``But enough about me! I want to know more about the great berserker!``

Folke was surprised once again `This man isn't a berserker? He looks like he came from the tapestries and arts out of the mayor's house. If out of anyone here I would expect him the most to be a berserker. . . are they that special?` Folke didn't know that the man Warrior at the camp was actually a commander within the camp.

He also didn't think much about the appearance of Warrior until the camp leader mentioned that he was a berserker too. It led his thoughts down a deep rabbit hole on what actually is a berserker he heard the term from many clan leaders within his village and the mayor himself. The basic idea of the berserker was that he was a special warrior able to transform into a beast in human skin on the battlefield.

Folke's thoughts lasted only a second when Warrior began to push him forward while leading both of the horses. A group formed around the two giant men. Folke resumed his normal expression and talked with the men and warrior answering any and all questions.

Most questions were about how it felt to be a berserker or how did he become a berserker what was the path that one had to take to become such a powerful entity. It was a mystery to must and berserkers within the island. These men were actually few in numbers and were marauders.

After the realization that Folke was a berserker few men the smart men also thought back to the burnt down village. They thought that folke could do it but then they quickly disregarded it. These men thought logically and coupled the stories of berserkers facing off against armies and thought that these men would die. Certain ranked berserkers could face off against an army but their numbers were few and those who did were usually critically wounded and would die after those fights.

There were also questions about why using an elite unit such as the berserkers to burn down a whole village. So ultimately they believed that Folke got caught off guard and because he was a newborn berserker within that small village survived the attack and now got recruited by the army.

Warrior and Folke soon reached the tavern within the small town and entered it. The young men of the town were there drinking and celebrating many different occasions. Then by the introduction of the giant Warrior and Folke. Things soon got even brighter and more festive for the small tavern.

The number of men wasn't able to hold within the tavern and soon they spelt out of it. Hours passed and it was folke within the middle of the tavern after many tries chugging down drink after drink with Warrior next to him. He raised his cup and shouted ``Cheers!`` Everyone did the same and the party continued

The men got drunk and started a drunken feast when the commanders came. It was now the evening and everyone was now partying or black out drunk near the tavern. Folke and the Commanders of the party were barely drunk except Goldrig. . When he came back he was the first to get really drunk but no matter how much he drank he didn't pass out.

Folke was sitting down still drinking when he saw a familiar face. A feminine face and very tall with short black hair. This man was of course Aegir who was walking forward toward Folke. Aegir sat down next to Folke and one of the men gave him a drink.

Goldrig had started singing and many people joined the old war song that he sang. It was a song about dreaming to sail a longboat across the sky and becoming king of the heavens. The song had deep meaning. Some day the longboat would reach the sky and then the leader of the boat would take the first step and become king.

``This song, It's very ambitious, is it not?`` Aegir first spoke. Many people couldn't hear his voice but because he was so close to folke, Folke heard him loud and clear.

``It is.`` Folke didn't think much and absentmindedly looked up before answering the question.

``Did you know, I've been having dreams.`` He paused and continued ``Are people we will rule everything, We sail across the vast sea and reaching the distant lands of those men.`` He stopped.

Folke looked up at him intrigued by his talk.

`` A steady course to the haven of those men,`` He made a gesture moving his hand like a spear `` A boy stood upon the plow of the boat. He looked forward and once he reached the haven of those lands. He took the first step out of the boat filled with men his most trusted followers and stood up in front and raised his hands.`` Aegir paused once more and looked to the sky, beyond the simple wooden ceiling and beyond the thatch and stone roof ``Then I realized that was me the boy became me. I was standing on those lands with both hands raised and roaring victory.``

Aegir stopped and looked at Folke `` I want to petition the general to suggest that we should join the next raiding force to those distant lands.``

Folke looked at him and realized what he was going to ask of him ``You want me to be one of those men that join you in the boat.``

Aegir nodded his head ``Your voice, Is now the loudest among us all. Even though you are simply a soldier a berserker is nobility within the army more so than the commanders. People will listen to you.``

He continued, ``Just try and using that new power of yours, and you will see the effects and just think about my petition.