[b][u]Lindisfarne[/u][/b]

The young monk was terrible at sleeping, he was pretty certain that sleeping was a skill, one that couldn't be taught but innately learned, he had spent most of the night staring at the top of his bunk, around him all the other monks snored loudly, the sound of it deafening, he was always the last to fall asleep and because of it, the first to suffer the earthquake of snores. finally the monk couldn't handle it anymore, he wanted some goddamn peace and quiet, he shoved himself off of the bed and stumbled across the bunk room, opening the door.

Outside was a stone wall, it wasn't very tall, any saxon with two arms could easily scale it, but the true protection was faith itself, only the most depraved of men would dare attack a church, lest god smite them down for the scum they are. he breathed in the fresh morning air, it was cold but in a nice way, like a glass of water. he smiled at the red morning sun, Lindisfarne was a beautiful church and it was his home.

Then suddenly he heard a barely audible roar, he paused, a shiver tingling down his spine, he moved closer to the wall and listened deeply, the roar grew louder, it sounded like shouting, the shouting of a thousand demons. he gasped, as he spotted a small horde of leather-bound men, each of them screeching praise for their foul pagan gods. he ran to the top of the church, nearly tripping over a staircase leading to the top, he reached a brass bell at the top and rang it ten times, causing a deafening sound to wake up the entire church, it had been rung every day, once for their daily prayer, twice for food, but it had never been rung ten times, ten bell ring's meant the coming of death, it meant demons, it meant pagans.

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