Viking Legacy

In ancient times, there were seven sacred scrolls...

...believed to grant power and prosperity to those who possessed them.

Prophecy told that a child born of Royal blood...

...would one day harness their power and rule over all nations.

As men fought to claim the scrolls...

...Europe was pushed to the brink of war.

In order to maintain peace, a Celtic King obtained the scrolls...

...and gave them to the Christian Council for safe-keeping.

As word of the King's actions spread...

...a warlord hell-bent on finding the scrolls...

murdered him in cold blood.

And so, the King's Daughter, like the scrolls...

was taken into hiding until the day that the prophecy could be fulfilled.

You can learn a lot from the foxglove.

Quite often in nature, the more beautiful specimens are also the deadliest.

So you think I'm beautiful.

I've taught you a lot more than I would like to, Orlaith.

Some of it is not considered suitable for a woman,

so when we travel, I'd like you to...

To act more ladylike?

I just don't know many men who'd be comfortable with it.

- I do not know any men besides monks. - Well, yeah. All in good time.

Well, what does that mean?

Looks like we better be getting back.

Something's wrong. We need to get back quickly.

It's the Norsemen. I have to get in there.

- Why? - My work!

Why would they want your work?

You must go. If they find you...

If they find me, what? Finian?

You remember Cadoc? You remember where he lives?

Head north, okay? He'll explain everything.

But that's days away. You're not making any sense, Finian.

- How am I going to get there? - You must travel quickly.

Don't talk to anyone. Don't stop for anything, okay?

I'm sorry, Orlaith. I wish we had more time, I really do.

Take care, Orlaith.

Now, go.

What are you doing? These men are dangerous. Go back!

Quickly, give me a hand.

Finian! What's this?

- It'll explain everything. - What do you mean everything?

Look, not everything, but... It's your destiny, Orlaith.

A legacy left to you.

Your father, your mother, the markings on your back.

It's too late. You have to leave now.

- Take care, my child. - Why aren't you coming?

If they get any sense of you, or where you came from,

- all of this will be for nothing. - I don't understand, Finian!

Go find Cadoc. Remember everything you've ever been taught.

Stay true to yourself. Go!

You know of the kingdom scrolls?

- Where is the girl? - She is of no concern to you.

So where are they?

She's just a local girl of no importance.

Do not think I am an ignorant man.

I've looked into the eyes of dying men with nothing to lose.

Who is the girl?

You won't find her.

You'll find nothing, but loneliness and darkness.

You're nothing but animals, and you'll all be slain like animals.

Let's go.

What do we have here?

Angels don't usually fly this low.

A Norseman attacked the monastery.

I need help. Please help me.

You don't need to worry, little one.

We've slain all the Norsemen.

You needn't be afraid anymore.

You don't understand. They'll be here soon.

Why don't you come with us? We'll introduce you to our king.

He'll be very interested.

Come on. Don't you want a bit of fun? We'll be gentle.

You go on. I'll catch up.

Freyja?

I am Orlaith.

You saved my life.

We need to leave.

What happened?

Ambush.

200 enemies.

You should have let me lead these men.

Build a pyre.

- We send them to Valhalla. - We don't have time!

You help, or you join them.

Ulf.

Find Sven.

Now we are even.

Did you find Sven?

- No sign. He might be hostage. - What about the girl?

She cannot be more than half a day ahead.

- We will find her. - We'll continue.

My king!

Frithjof! Get back!

You're awake?

Yes.

Good work.

What is that?

I should know your name.

Sven.

So, you are a Norseman?

Yes.

- I must return to my men. - But they're all dead.

That is why I must return.

To send them to Valhalla.

You mean like heaven?

- Heaven? - Afterlife?

Yes.

There were a lot of men there.

Can you do that on your own? I was just asking. I'm not...

Someone's coming.

Sven?

Frithjof.

Is that the girl?

What girl?

Do you know him?

Stop.

- What do you want with her? - Get out of my way, Sven.

Stay away from me!

Are you sure you want to do this, Sven?

- You don't look too good, Sven. - I do not need my health to beat you.

It should have been me with those men on the beach.

- I would have seen them coming. - You're blind, Frithjof.

Father has always favored you.

Why do you think he left me on the beach with those men?

He doesn't trust me.

He doesn't trust me to fight with him and he's right.

That is because you give up too easily, Sven.

It is why I will always win!

Get up.

Don't try that one.

Hey. Hey.

No. No!

No!

No, wake up! Come on!

You killed him.

He's my brother.

- We need to leave. - No, I need to stay with him.

Someone is coming.

It's my father.

Goodbye.

Why did you send the horse away?

Tracks.

But we could be miles away. They wouldn't catch up for weeks.

Even across oceans they will not stop. They won't stop until we are dead.

So what do we do now?

What does your book say?

How do you know about my book?

My teacher gave it to me.

He said it would explain everything.

And where is he now?

Your men killed him.

This is not right. What use is this?

Finian told me to meet a man called Cadoc in a village north from here.

Then that is where we go.

Wait! Don't you want to know how far that is?

It doesn't matter. We cannot rest. My father is hunting us now.

North. This way.

Wait here.

I didn't know you could fight.

Only if I have to.

We should rest.

What is the plan?

We leave at dawn.

Are you sure this girl has the scroll?

I do not know.

But it's the closest we've come so far.

We will find it, Thvari, and we will rule again.

We have lost many men, Alfarr.

Soon there may be no one left to rule.

We have come too far to turn back now, Thvari.

What if I return without the scroll? What would that make me?

I am nothing without the scroll.

The scroll is a symbol of power.

I must find it to restore prosperity to my kingdom.

Besides...

someone must pay for the death of Frithjof.

That is no way for a man to die.

Olaf!

Where have you been?

That is a matter of privacy.

And my name is Orlaith. Or-laith.

We go now, Or-laith.

Why did you come here?

- What were you looking for? - Not me.

- Whispers and ghosts. - What does that mean?

Some spiritual writing.

It's very powerful.

All I have is this book.

It's useless on its own.

I'm not used to silence. Finian says I could talk the hind legs off a mule.

- Don't ever touch my sword! - How dare you?

What's so special about that sword that I can't touch it?

It's my father's sword.

He fought with it in many battles.

It's seen much blood.

The gods are proud of our weapons, and so are we.

My brother earned this saving our village.

Saving it from what?

A beast.