Erich

Long ago, Odin's descendants lived in peace, but over time, discord broke them into tribes that began to fight for resources. Constant conflicts weakened the people, and external enemies captured the northern lands. Eric, the chieftain's son, saw the suffering of his people and dreamed of unity.

He learned about the horn of Mimir, which gave wisdom and influence on consciousness. No one knew where it was, but the elders said that the völuvas from the northern temple might know. Erich went there.

Landing on the ground, the young man saw a gray granite temple located high on a hill. Several women stood in front of the entrance, waiting for a guest. The oldest woman said softly but firmly:

• We greet you, noble warrior. How can we help your cause?

Erich stepped forward, straightening his shoulders and bowing slightly.

• I have come for the knowledge that belongs to you. I need the Horn of Mimir, which possesses the greatest wisdom and power. They say that you know where this relic is hidden.

The second woman frowned slightly, looking closely at the stranger.

— We do know the old legends about the horn, but its true location is unknown to any living being. Our knowledge is limited to tales.

Erich waved his hand in irritation.

• Do you mean to say that my visit here is in vain? You take me for a fool, you think that I believe your excuses! Why do your words sound like a pathetic attempt to deceive me!

Enraged, he grabbed a young girl standing nearby from the ground and threw her over his shoulder. Despite the noise and calls to stop, Erich moved decisively away, making his way down to the coast. Throwing the girl onto the deck of his drakkar, he tied her hands to the mast.

• Do you think I'll believe your talk of helplessness? Believe me, I have ways to achieve the desired result. You'd better remember every detail of your legends, because if I don't find the right answer, you'll have to say goodbye to life here, on the open sea.