Literary Work: White Fang

Literary work: White Fang

Introduction

I wake up, everything is the same as yesterday, wandering in the same warrior barge, in this sea flooding so much loneliness, here I am, the great “white fang” igort descended from the great white wolves of Denmark;I only accompany my unique treasure memory of my father, a white wolf like snow, together, with a corpse of my clan, I don’t know his name, but the change my life and vague with me in this sea. In which great journey I am living, to be forced from my home, just one goodbye to my son can give, only in the region.

Developing

On an inspired journey of greed, to distant lands where other languages. Where is my God Odin?, That you can, where is my God Thor?, that the night are longer, I do not see any thunder of hope, because it abandons me. That it was worth such a long trip, I only saw more gloom and death, that my ax is worth and my oak shield, if death cannot save me, so sinister death is, that it attacks me hungry, thirst and storm, what I can not fight. So much one hundred and nostalgia, that I had to kill someone to get our clan.

When we find the first coast on the journey, we land, running like wolves, thirsty for huntSeeing it, how death came, to my hands, on that kneeling man and kissing this reliquaries, with a clemency you of telling me pagan, I saw him as an insult and kill him mercilessly, to see him in the bed of his death, it comes towards my two more with such a simple dagger to defend themselves.

conclusion

I only saw a reflection and wrapped by a shadow of the blink and close my eyes, it was one of my clan that I saw with that two dagas crossed his back, fear invaded me, I just ran, under my shoulder he lay my savior, drag itEven our ship, to get to the coast I only listened. I only ask the gods, that if I die, it will no longer be like a warrior, only as a white fang, I implore that they let the Walhalla enter to rest in peace.