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My name is Zilver leader of the Wolves Vikings!

In a land far away, on the top of the highest and coldest mountain in the world, people say that the mountain even touches the sky itself. On that mountain is a village filled with powerful warriors called the Wolves Vikings. Some people believe it’s just a fairy tale. But let me tell you a story about a young warrior who became known as the fierce leader of the Wolves Vikings!

Once upon a time, there was a small Wolf-boy living in a small settlement. He was 7 years old. The boy had two-colored eyes: one as blue as the ocean, and the other as red as blood. His hair was as silver as a coin. He lived with his parents and younger sister. They were farmers. Zilver's father was a well-known Viking, a fierce warrior. He taught Zilver how to wield a sword, axe, and knives. His father had stopped fighting long ago, wanting to spend time with his family and protect them at all costs. Zilver’s father was a serious man but a very kind father.

Zilver’s mother was against fighting. She taught Zilver the importance of respecting the creatures in the mountain and protecting them. She was a kind soul, wise and deeply connected to nature. The settlement called her "The Voice of the Wandering Spirits."

One day, an old friend of Zilver’s father asked for his help on a journey. This man was called Thorvald. Thorvald was a man who loved traveling and had gone on many adventures with Zilver’s father in the past. He wanted to find a land he had dreamed about for so long, a land full of riches beyond imagination, a land that was safe. He said this land was high in the mountains and that it would take weeks, maybe months, to reach. He called it the Golden Land! Thorvald wanted to find the land with Zilver’s father. At first, Zilver’s father refused, but Thorvald convinced him.

Zilver, being a young Viking, was thrilled by the stories Thorvald told. He always listened eagerly to Thorvald’s adventures. Zilver had big ambitions—he wanted to be stronger than his father and as free as Thorvald. Thorvald, who had no children and no wife, always saw Zilver’s father as his brother and Zilver as his nephew. Zilver wanted to go with them, but he was too young. He begged his father to take him along, but his father refused and said, "I need you for a special quest. You are the man of the house now, and you must protect our family." Zilver smiled and agreed.

A few days later, his father said farewell to the family and stepped into his longship with Thorvald and a few warriors to find the Golden Land. Zilver waited weeks, then months, and finally, he saw the same longship headed back to the village. He called for his mother and sister and ran to the shore.

He saw Thorvald, who was in bad shape, but no other warriors—and not even his father. He ran to Thorvald and asked where his father was. Thorvald looked Zilver in the eyes, fell to his knees, and began to tear up. "We were ambushed; they came out of nowhere! Your father fought so bravely. He was strong, but I got in the way. I was taken hostage, and he lowered his weapon in exchange for my life. I’m sorry, Zilver, but your father is gone!" Thorvald cried. He handed Zilver two dagger holders with the shattered blades. "These were your father’s. It’s the only thing I could grab before leaving," Thorvald said.

Zilver grabbed the daggers and ran, crying and screaming, devastated that his father was gone. How could it be? His father was the strongest of all Vikings! Zilver stopped at the peak of the mountain, tensed up, and began to growl. He gritted his teeth and screamed, "I swear I’ll find you and make you pay for what you’ve done, you bastard! I swear on my life that I won’t rest until I find you!"

Years passed, and Zilver was now 14 years old. He was sitting by a tree near the mountain’s edge when he heard alarm bells ringing. He stood up and looked down, his eyes widening as he saw houses on fire, fields destroyed, and people crying and screaming, running away from something—or someone. He saw Thorvald standing face to face with a Berserker. The Berserker was tall and muscular, covered in tattoos, and looked like a Wolf-man, though different from the Wolf-people in Zilver’s settlement. His face was actually shaped like a wolf.

From afar, Zilver saw Thorvald fighting the Wolf-man, but Thorvald was losing. Zilver saw him getting beaten, stabbed, and pushed to the ground. Without hesitation, Zilver jumped down the mountain and ran to the battlefield. On the way, he swiftly defeated the warriors responsible for the destruction. The Wolf-man raised his axe to finish off Thorvald, but Zilver jumped in between them, blocking the attack. However, the Wolf-man was too strong, and Zilver was thrown back.

Thorvald, seeing Zilver, shouted, "ZILVER! He killed your father! Run before it’s too late! You can’t handle this!" Zilver froze, shocked by Thorvald’s words. The Wolf-man kicked Thorvald aside and approached Zilver. Grabbing him by the collar, he sneered, "So this is his son? Pathetic!" He raised his axe, but Zilver’s mother pushed the Wolf-man. The axe grazed Zilver’s eye, and the Wolf-man slashed his mother. Zilver screamed in disbelief and anger as he saw her lying on the ground, covered in blood.

Zilver stood up, his voice filled with pain: "How dare you! I’ll make you pay for that!" The Wolf-man laughed. A blue aura surrounded Zilver and formed into sharp icicles. Zilver, with blood dripping from his eye, shouted, "I’ll make you pay for this!" The icicles launched toward the Wolf-man at incredible speed. Surprised, the Wolf-man stood still. Zilver slashed at him, but to his dismay, the remains of his father’s daggers broke. The Wolf-man was unharmed. He grinned evilly and laughed as Zilver, panicking, ran away. Grabbing the broken daggers, Zilver searched for his sister.

Eventually, he found her, but she was badly wounded. He carried her into the forest, running until he could no longer run. He stopped, sitting on the ground with his sister in his arms. Seeing her wounds, he knew she wouldn’t make it. He started to cry, shaking. His sister, with a soft smile, said, "Zilver, it’s okay. I’ll go to Valhalla, where Mom and Dad are waiting. I’m just sad you’ll be alone, big brother. I’m so sorry." Then her hands fell to the ground. Zilver screamed as her eyes slowly closed. After a while, he stood up, took her necklace, buried her, and vowed, "I will become the strongest Viking, and I will not rest until that Wolf-man pays with his life for what he has done—even if it costs my own!"

Years passed, and Zilver grew into a strong 23-year-old man, a skilled fighter who had learned to control his ice powers. He still had his father’s dagger holders, now using them to create daggers of ice. He fought many Viking groups, seeking information about the Wolf-man.

Zilver eventually learned that the Wolf-man still lived and ruled the land where Zilver was born. People say that the battle between Zilver and the Wolf-man was so powerful that the earth shook, and the gods themselves came to watch. But no one knows what happened after the fight. Zilver won, claimed the land, and became the fierce leader of a Viking settlement called the Wolves Vikings.

So, my friends, that is the story of Zilver the Viking. What’s that? You want to know what happened during the battle? That’s a story for another time!