"I am Tyr, the master of war! The champion of justice and lord of honour! I sacrificed my arm to gain the trust of Fenrir, and now – behold the power of the giant wolf's fury! Behold my ulfhednar!"

As my words echoed out over the gathered warriors and farmers I had once known, the wolves shifted into their true forms and jumped through the air, out of the ship and into the silent crowd.

My axe felt heavy in my hand as it moved through the air all too easily and hit the targets with precision.The farmers fell first, so did the young men and women that were crazed with his magic. But magic was clearly not enough to be able to wield a sword or hatchet against a trained warrior. And the beach was soon covered in crimson and filled with cries of pain and agony.

My feet moved forward, my aching muscles were refreshed time and time again by Freke's constant care. I watched the black wolf as they ran beside me with a fierceness I hadn't seen in them in a long time. It silenced my aching heart, because I knew they were back to their old self.

Close to us ran a bigger wolf, his coat even darker but his eyes a piercing blue. My maðurs would not leave my sight, and as the magic was dispelled around us, the people of Skal came to their senses and ran screaming from the raging battle.

"Save your strength for Bjarke," I had told them, but my wolves were persistent, telling me that they would do anything to keep me alive. Which meant they would cleanse anyone in their path.

Twenty five pack members were with us, and it was a frightening sight to see them all working in unison to take down our enemies one after the other with magic, claws and teeth. Bodies piled up around them, bodies of innocent men and women who were blinded by the curse.

We worked our way up the hill and towards the town centre. As my body reached the end of the hill, I raised my hand in the air and my warriors stopped instantly. The wolves closed in, Freke and Vidar took their spots beside me and the other twenty stood right behind us with snarling jaws and blood dripping teeth.

"Welcome home," the foul creature called out, greeting us with a mocking smile on his lips and surrounded by people I once thought were my friends. But I decided to ignore him, instead I turned to the battle ready woman beside him.

"Liv!" I called out to her, "why are you doing this? Let's be reasonable, let's talk like friends."

"Friends?" She snickered, "since when did you want to be my friend? You despise me, you've shown me so plenty of times."

"I made you the head of my hird! I gave you the honour of protecting my family!"

"And I did!" She screamed at me, "I protected them from your vicious wolves! But when they were finally gone, and our saviour arrived – you ran and you took the boy with you!"

I searched the crowd for a head of white hair, but saw none, "What about Noora? Where is she?" I asked Liv but the woman turned and walked away, giving back the word to Bjarke.

"I knew there was no need to search for you, there's too much honour in that fragile body of yours," he chuckled.

"This has nothing to do with honour," I answered him dryly, and with a smile on my lips. "This is about retribution, about vengeance and justice!"

My smile must have stirred some doubt into his heart, because the one he wore on his face instantly vanished. "This is my father's village, and rightfully mine!"

"It would be if you had won it fairly. Your dark magic is clearly not the way."

"Is that so?" he laughed. "My magic has always served me well. Today will not be any different." I watched as he raised his hand – signalling to the gathering crowd behind him to attack.

I started to run towards him, but before I had the chance to reach him – he vanished in a cloud of smoke.

I blew my battle horn and seconds later arrows flew through the air and landed in the mass of moving bodies. They did not seem to mind but pressed forward until the blood loss forced them to fall to the ground.

My lips forced air through the pipe three times more, and the pile of bodies before us grew larger each time.

While my human warriors advanced and kept the wolves safe, the magic wielders worked on dispelling the curses and the hold of the minds around us.

I wanted to run out there and help them, but I had made a promise to my partners, I would stay with them and protect them. Not that they needed it, I knew it was their way of making sure I was safe so that they could concentrate on fighting Bjarke with their krigsgaldr.

I watched as the dimmed eyes of the warriors before us were cleared over and over again. Relieved, I watched the men stop, with their arms raised in the air and falling down on their knees begging the gods for forgiveness.

Without a second thought, I placed my hands to my mouth to make my voice stronger, "I am Tyr!" I shouted again for everyone to hear, "and this is my cry for justice!" At this point all eyes were on me, the curse was gone in their eyes, and the wolves were standing in a protective half circle around me. "I am Tyr, the god of war, and I am here because the law was broken, and Bjarke, son of Brokk shall be punished for his crimes! Stand with us, and take back what is yours!"

My men let out a rallying cry and together we marched forward towards the hall I once had called home. The door was closed but we all knew he was in there. The bigger problem was – guarding the door stood Ivar and Dag.

My heart started pounding as I saw them standing there, great axes in their hands and helmets covering their faces. Still, I would recognise my friends anywhere.

"Help them," I whispered to my maðurs as I met their knowing eyes, but what came next was nothing I was prepared for.

"I am not cursed!" Dag screamed at me, "Come here o, great Tyr, come here so I can kill you – like you killed your wife when you left her here and took her son with you!"

My heart raced inside, but my body stayed calm. He had to be affected by Bjarke, this was not the same friend who had rushed me out of the door to help me flee Skal. But then his words hit me, Noora was dead?

"Don't listen to him," my father hissed behind me, placing a strong hand on my shoulder, "he's trying to get inside your head. To weaken you."

"Dag is right," Ivar called out to us, "Noora is dead and it is your fault for leaving us here."

"I came back for you, like I promised!" I shouted at them, but my voice betrayed me, their words had affected me and they knew it.

"You were too late," Dag said with a defeated look on his face, "Take a look around Tyr, everyone is gone."

With a low growl emerging from his chest, Freke turned into his human form and stepped forward. "How dare you speak of your jarl like that!" he snarled. "The village of Skal was nothing before he arrived, and now you blame him for what Bjarke did to you? You stupid fools, you all deserve to die if you believe Tyr did this on purpous."

Strengthened by Freke's confidence, I took a step forward and was about to demand they'd open the doors for me, when Vidar stopped me. "Remember your vision my love, what did it tell you?"

"To fight him with fire," I whispered.

"He locked himself inside your hall because he wants you to go after him. It's probably a trap."

I sighed and looked around, "we can't be sure he's even inside."

"No, but why should we risk it?" he mumbled into my ear, "burn it."

I nodded once and asked for a torch. As the fire danced on the wood I walked up to the building I once had thought too grand to be standing in the centre of the weathered houses. I hesitated, but no one seemed to be willing to attack me, even Ivar and Dag had backed away from the building and watched me closely.

"I, Tyr, bringer of justice, sentence you Bjarke, wielder of death and destruction, to eternal damnation, cursed to live forever on Nástrand. The strand of the dead which lies far from the sun, a hall where venom-drops fall from the roof-holes. A place where murderers and oath breakers like you, are forced to wade the rivers made by the serpents venom, melting away your skin and your flesh until you are only bones. Walking there until the end of all times."

And then I lit the whole village on fire and watched it burn.