I don't own Vikings.

Chapter 1

'Father?'

'Yes?'

'Tell us about mother again.'

'Heh, you know how your mother doesn't like telling you that story.'

'But, why? It's a good story.'

'Yes, it is, but your mother doesn't like it because she doesn't want you to be scared or look at her differently, son.'

'She's our mother and mother said a wolf is strong and not scared!'

'Ah, that is what she told me on our wedding night.'

'Hee-hee.'

'But if you want to hear her story, you must go to bed or else she'll eat me alive this time.' The father playfully growled and snarled at his son which the gleefully shrieked.

'Well, it was years before I was born into this world. Your grandfather, my father; Ragnar wanted to sail to the west as he knew that in his heart that there are riches and people who look and think differently than us. It was an impossible dream they said. He is mad! They said, but to him. Oh no, Ragnar was determine to prove to everyone that he is the direct descendent of Odin that shall conquer the world in his name."

'What was mama called in their land?"

'She didn't have a name, but the most common name the Christian gave her was Francine in honor of this Saint of theirs name Francis. Francine, the she -wolf of Gubbio, but her true name was given by her true father, Fenrir. Like her father she cannot be truly tamed she prefers to live in the woods and live like wolf surrounding herself with packs of wolves herself.'

'What did Fenrir name mama?'

'Her true name is Jord means daughter of the Night. Jord Fenrirdóttir, daughter of Fenrir himself.'

*Image of the full moon is bright and big by the camera size until it changes into a sun and context had said, Lindisfarne Monastery

The screams of their home can be heard miles away. They are at the mercy of Northmen and not just any Northmen, Vikings!

The bell interrupted their morning prayers or life as they know it. Father Cuthbert ran to the monastery.

"They're here!" One of the monks shouted.

"Hell and its devils!"

"Lock the gates and stay inside all of you!" Father Cuthbert ordered.

Athelstan swiftly moved to get her.

A little girl no more than four is sitting in the middle of his room wearing her wolf pelt again and playfully pretended to be a wolf again. She has been having those dreams again. That she would become a wolf and ran into the forest free from man's world.

She was born when her mother seek sanctuary from a terrible storm. She was Chinese woman who had traveled far and wide, but her baby was due moments when she entered their monastery. After the whole night the storm had stopped when her child cries out alive and strong. Her mother had died before she could even hold her child or named her.

They had buried the mother in a proper grave and Athelstan raised her like daughter that he shall never have. It as if God has given him a child. His family that had died out by illness when he came there and he didn't know what to name her until he saw pack of wolves walked into the monastery's and his brothers and father Cuthbert.

Athelstan feared and silently prayed to God to have mercy of them. His sweet girl was whimpering until he saw their leader of the pack who was bigger than these regular wolves and pure white as snow. He didn't know why but he kneeled calmly and slowly to the ground for it to see the babe.

The white wolf looked down at the child and what seemed to be forever. It gave a powerful howl along with the other joined in as well. Athelstan was worried that she would cry, but she giggles and cooed at the song. He praised to God for his love and mercy.

Oddly, enough.

One of its fellow wolves dropped something from its mouth and he saw a black wolf pelt that is just as big as the white wolf or perhaps bigger.

He lifted up the child to the heavens as the sun had risen up for the morning and happily announced it to heaven; he knew what name this girl shall bear.

"Oh mighty, father! Pray for us!" he heard his brothers and father Cuthbert repeated "Pray for us." They signed a cross to themselves.

"Blessed for this child that you, Oh Lord! My God, you have gifted us in the name of your son, Jesus Christ! Her name from your saints shall be from Saint Francis. Her name is Francine, she-wolf of Gubbio! Amen!"

They praised and said, "Amen."

"Welcome to the world that God have bless you, Francine." He whispers as she looked into his eyes sleepy.

He can tell that this little had her Chinese from one of her parent, but the other is English or some other foreigner. She has brown hair instead of pure black like Chinese people had when he had seen few. And her brown eyes are hinted that there is some pure grass green in them that puzzled.

Before he could make more thoughts his mind was cut off from the commotion outside.

'They're here!'

"Come now, little one." He picked her up and wrapped her wolf pelt around her tightly. Francine whimpers a bit, but held him tightly. She was wrapped around herself wolf pelt by her father figure. Athelstan held her as he ran out of the room to hide themselves.

"Oh lord, why must this happen to us? I don't care about myself, but please spare Francine. She is so young and her life as already begun."

Athelstan whispered his prayer as he heard Francine whimpers more into his chest. Athelstan hushed her gently.

They hide themselves and heard them come in.

In the meantime, Ragnar, Leif and Erik were exploring further. They are shocked and surprised that the Chapel has it's riches that they have never seen before.

"Why leave such treasure unprotected?"

Leif asked, "I don't understand-is this some sort of spell?"

"It appears not." When Erik walked and gripped on of the candle holders.

"Maybe they thought their god can protect them." Ragnar told them.

Erik had gestured Jesus on the cross, "If this is their God. Then he's dead."

"Nailed to the cross," Leif agreed. "He cannot protect not alive. Not like Odin, Thor and Frey."

Francine sneezes which shocked her that she broke Athelstan promise to stay quiet and Athelstan held her tightly.

They all spun around and came closed to their hiding place.

Ragnar pulled Athelstan along with Francine.

"Please, don't kill us. Kill me if you must, but please spare her." Athelstan begged in their language that Ragnar heard him in surprised.

"You speak of our language." Ragnar asked to be sure. His gaze went to a child. A girl by the way he sees. She looked afraid, but determined to not let go of this monk.

"I have travelled. To spread the word of God. And to teach this miracle child if I have died, she will succeed me." Athelstan spoked to him.

Ragnar too the book from him while Athelstan held tighter to Francine. He examined thoroughly the book with intrigues and interest, but to his disappointment fill him that there is no treasure in the book. Ragnar also saw the little girl as he examined her closely. He has never seen this type in a person before.

He wonders does this child prove that she is further across west where people look like her. Athelstan holds her closely to him. Athelstan had fear that he will take her away or worse kill her. Ragnar notices a wolf pelt around the child and shines of pure black like no stains or dust on it.

He wonders.

"Of all the treasure in this room you protected the book and this child." Ragnar asked.

"Because without the word of God, there is only darkness. And this child is a true treasure from heaven. I wanted to share God through her." Athelstan answered as he kept Francine away from Ragnar.

Rollo entered the room. "There is nothing in the chapel and there are no women here. We have been everywhere."

"I believe they are priest to their God and their only women here are this priest child he is carrying." Ragnar answered. Rollo saw the little girl in a wolf pelt.

"Can I kill this one and take the girl?" Rollo asked as Athelstan back away from him holding tightly to the child.

"He worth more alive," Ragnar objected. "To sell him as a slave along with the girl she stays with him."

"We don't have enough boats for them." Rollo argued his brother. "We will just take the girl and kill the priest."

"I forbid it." Ragnar angrily told Rollo.

"How can you forbid it, little brother?" Rollo snarled. "We are equals."

"Does that really mean that much to you?" Ragnar asked again.

Rollo sneered and took his anger on the wooden cross. He chops it off in fury. Francine sniffs and cries a bit as Athelstan hushed her softly and rubbing her back.

"Take them." Ragnar had order.

The monks and warriors are walking across the seashore. Athelstan watches the monastery burned and smoke. Francine walked by his side and held his leg trying to keep up to him. She tugged on her wolf pelt tightly refusing to let go.

She stuck by Athelstan side being tied around her waist attached to the monks.

She heard something in the wind. Athelstan heard it too. The monks including the warriors saw over the hills. The wolves are howling in sorrows.

AAAAAAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWLLLLLLLLLLL!

Francine teared up a bit. She knew. It was meant as a farewell to her. The wolves knew that she was taken and would never see her home again.

Three days Later…

The ship is sailing calmly. Francine never knew starvation meant. But now she understands it. It can't be help as a growing child of four years old, she needs to be fed more than the ever. She knew that her father figure, Athelstan is giving her more his shares of bread. Despite her silent protest, he told her that he promised to God that she have to be strong.

And that man who giggles a lot had looked at her funny like he was staring at her seriously. She doesn't want to know as she cuddles closer to Athelstan.

Ragnar looked up to the sun, smiling as he has accomplished his lifelong dream.

"What is your name?" Ragnar asked him.

"Athelstan."

"I am Ragnar Lothbrok." Ragnar said to Athelstan.

Ragnar nodded and looked at the little girl.

"And you little one?"

Francine shyly went closer to Athelstan and did not answer. She doesn't know what he is saying in his language.

"Her name is Francine. She doesn't know your language yet. She is only four after all." Athelstan looked at his little girl that he raised fondly.

Ragnar looked at both the girl and the monk.

He is curious.

"Is she your blood?"

Athelstan chuckles a bit and shakes his head.

"No, her mother came to our monastery four years ago. It was raining and she was pregnant with Francine. Her mother was what we call Chinese from far off east. She never mentions anything at all or was she ever married. One night she was in labor and she had a fever, but he our doctor had to cut opened her stomach to get her daughter out. We did and Francine is alive, but her mother didn't make it. We buried her and raised Francine as our little child."

Athelstan smiled as he remembers that little infant girl full of life and energy. Ragnar knew that feeling. He felt that way with his children being born.

And Chinese? He never heard such a word. Now there is a chance that there are more people and places to go.

"What as that place called?" Ragnar asked.

"Lindisfarne," Athelstan answered.

"England?" Ragnar questioned.

Athelstan nodded and told him.

"It has been foretold that divine punishment would fall upon god's chosen people. And that is why Francine and I are here."

"No," Ragnar objected. "You are both here because I spared your life."

They reach for their home.

Men cheered at the sight of their home.

Ragnar went to his brother and said, "We did it, brother! We did it."

"Yes, we did it," Rollo said, but not sure about the outcome. "Let's just hope the Earl sees it that way."

Ragnar signed but nodded in agreement.

The boat is lay on the pier as the crew is overwhelmed by the crowd of cheering people and thanking Ragnar for returning with riches and proof that West does exist.

Francine is beside Athelstan along with other monks tied by the sidelines.

Knut the Earl's Half-brother called out to him.

"I came here to bring message of Earl Haraldson. He wants you to come to the great hall."

Ragnar explained to Earl Haraldson about the event from the Monastery such as the treasure they have taken and the priest were like babies.

He even dragged Athelstan along with Francine. She looked at them like she defiant to them. She put up a blank face, but deep down she is scared.

She doesn't what they are saying, but she prays to God that she won't be separated from Athelstan.

"I will take the priest and the girl. For my slaves." Ragnar announced it.

Siggy laughed at such of request and earl had said, "Granted."

Ragnar loosen the rope, but gave the priest stuff to carry. Francine continues to stick by his side like glue. She looked around and never seen other children before.

Athelstan whispered that they belonged to him now. She wasn't what that mean, but hopefully she understands it when she is older.

They went to what appeared to be a farm.

Gydia Ragnar's daughter was doing her chores. Ragnar tied the rope to the post on the fence. Francine saw Ragnar sneaked onto his daughter and laughs as they hugged one another.

"Father!"

Largertha and Bjorn enter as he hugged his son and kissed his wife. Francine scrunched her face gave a silent ew.

Athelstan laughed a bit as he petted her head.

"So where is the grand treasure that you wanted to show us?" Largertha teased her husband.

"The earl took it," Ragnar grumbled. "But it was there."

"I don't believe you," Largertha teased him.

"You ought to believe me now," he pointed to them at the fence. "This there is a priest from a temple we got from and that is a little girl that she is called Chinese by the people."

Largertha looks intrigue and couldn't helped but saw a cute little girl standing next to a priest. She also, notices her wolf pelt that looks too big for her.

"What is that wolf pelt?" She asked as he shrugged.

"I did not know. Priest said that it was a gift for her." Ragnar told his wife and added. "He speaks our language and the girl well. She is four but she'll learn."

"What is wrong with your hair?" Bjorn asked.

"When we become monks, they cut out our hair. It marks us." Athelstan told them. Francine looked at them strangely, but hasn't said a word.

'What's wrong with her? Does she not speak?" Bjorn looked at her and not sure what to say.

"No, Francine does speak, but doesn't know any languages yet. She will grow to you. Just needed more time with her." Athelstan told the children.

In the meantime, Gydia asked, "If you are a priest, which God you like?"

"There is only one God." Athelstan was puzzled and hopes their beliefs would not confuse Francine. That night he heard Ragnar and Largertha made love as the girl slept through that. Athelstan knew that he must keep this child safe. He prays to God that Francine lives for a long time.

What he hasn't realized was howling in the wind that wolves in this land have welcomed their new pack member.

In the mountain the legends and Gods are telling a truth. Within the cave of the mountain, there is a monster hidden there.

A big black wolf is huge as a mountain snarling and growling at the chains it bounded him. He knew that she is here. He releases a deadly howl that told everyone that his pup is here.

AAAAAAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWLLLLLLLLLLL!

Ok, give me reviews and tell me what you think?

Jord Fenrirdóttir looks like 48462ed370f94ddad80c9c15a6dcf9ee-hanfu-ulzzang. So, yes she is Chinese and part Norsemen.

JORD

ORIGIN

Norse: Daughter of Night