811 AD, a family, detached in their home, somewhere down in the forested areas a couple of days travel from Birka. They are poor. The chasing and angling has been awful for quite a while, and the dad, Joar, takes the frantic proportion of going on a Viking assault. Joar does not return for quite a while, and the family begins to fear he never will. Runa, the most established little girl, assumes control over her dads tasks in his nonappearance. She misses him profoundly and supports a delicate expectation that he, indeed, will come back to them. In any case, in her heart, some way or another she knows, that the enduring of the family has quite recently started.
There is something noticeable all around, something in the water, the breeze and in the dirt. Runa is getting to be mindful of something wretched, something hazardous out in the timberland. One day when she is out chasing, she finds a draining man, a warrior, practically oblivious. She brings him inside and the family keep an eye on his injuries. As he recuperates, she understands he is sent to shield the family from a moving toward shrewdness. Also, he brings updates on her dad