The Lion King
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j-MdhAwrpuo
With the cold air of Midvinter rushing through his lungs, one last chop of his axe had the mighty tree finally felled, causing it to come crashing down and shaking the earth upon impact. The hard work had forced him to discard much of his clothing, until stood in leather pants and boots only. His hot, red Valkyri blood was enough to sustain him, coupled with the hard work he and the others were busying themselves with. "There, that's the last one," he told Belegar, a century-old man near twice his size who more or less was able to pick the whole tree up as it was.
After having trimmed the tree of its many limbs, the log was tossed on the cart with the others. On the cart sat young Pyp, Belegar's grandson, and what the red-haired lad lacked in developed musclemass he made up with his skills at tending to and handling of the Älk, great beasts of burden who were tasked with pulling the cart to its destination. "Hup, hup," the lad cracked his reins as Thurion and the other loggers sat up, and they were off!
The area picked out was to the far west of the continent, overlooking the vast expanses of the Great Maw, the sea which encapsulated the entirety of Midvinter. There, the Lord and Lady Heavenshield would start a new life for themselves, along with a whole host of people who had elected to follow them, be it through necessity due to the Sith burning down their homes or for the honour and glory of helping their legendary defenders found a new settlement - something which was rarely done at all, considering the Valkyri and their being usually stuck in their ways.
Through the forest and across the snowy plains they journeyed, the mighty beasts more than up to the task of pulling the hundreds of tons of lumber. Six trips they had taken with this being the seventh and last one for the day, as the sun had turned a deep orange with the setting of the sun. Once coming around the bend, there it was:
Fridheim - the peaceful homestead.
Several homes were already standing, and many more were being erected even as the party of loggers rode into town. Yet tonight Thurion would leave the men to their constructing, for he was bound for his home on the shore where a certain sweetheart and their infant son awaited his return.
Wiping the last beads of sweat from his forehead, he threw his bag of clothes over his shoulder and headed inside the cosy cabin, built by his own hand. Smoke rose from the chimney, and the ever-astonishing cooking of his wife graced his nostrils. Before he could announce his homecoming, the tiny toddler Thirdas had already spotted his father coming through the door and was steadily crawling towards him, chirping happily and grinning his toothless grin. "Come here, you," Thurion greeted his boy and picked him off the fur-covered wooden floor, taking him into his arms and kissing him.
Sneaking into the kitchen with baby clutched against his chest, he hoped to surprise the woman who had shared his hardships over so many years...
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