Yaroslav awoke.
A drop of icy seawater trickled down his furry beard.
Before his eyes appeared the roof of a cabin that was still exuding droplets of water, already decayed and blackened. The cold seawater dripped onto the ground, quickly absorbed by the floor, seeping further below.
"Where is this?"
"Where is that monster?"
Yaroslav wanted to get up from the ground but found himself completely powerless.
"How did I survive? What about the others?"
Confusion filled his heart.
"Could it be that I awakened my ancestral bloodline?"
The more he thought about it, the more it seemed possible. After all, his Rurik Family were Vikings who came south and mingled with the Rus people. His ancestors were said to have the blood of the Nordic Gods, which was how they could lead the tribe to land on the Neva River and establish rule over all the Rus States.
The sea cannot drown me.
The Sea Monster cannot harm me!
"You're awake."
