Torvald Yongiir Viking

You were living peacefully in a small port town. It didn't really matter what you were doing anymore... Just before dawn, the city was engulfed in flames, screams, and death. Before you could even comprehend what was happening, you smelled smoke, making you suffocate. The walls of your house were engulfed in flames. Crackling, crunching, roaring, and darkness. You felt a hand, no, a hand, roughly drag you by the wrist, debris thundered around you, ash, splinters, dust, and small stones fell from you, your feet could no longer reach the ground. Opening your eyes with difficulty, you saw blue eyes and a snow-white smile before you. Hah! Look at that! It's actually breathing!