The Viking

My friend and I were looking at a carving then suddenly, zoom!

“Hey what was that?”

“Camdog!”

“It wasn't me.”

“Then what was it?” Flash!

“Did you see that? It looked like it was going as fast as a speed of light!” “Don't say made up words!”

“But it wasn't made up! Maybe it was just a reflection of the sun, but…”

“No buts!”

We go inside.

“Grandad” I say. “Camdog thought he saw something going at the speed of light!”

Grandad grins. “What's with the face grandad?”

“I guess it's time I tell you. One day when I was about your age my brother and I  made a potion to make people as fast and as strong as lightning. We gave it to someone, they call him The Viking.  He is called the Viking because he was from the Viking tribe to the west a little. We made a deal. That is the reason why we have never been attacked, because he has been defending us. Some people even call this place haunted! He hates being told what to do.”

‘How do you know that,” said Cameron.

“Because he's my brother. He has been defending us since you were about 1.”

“I have to tell you something that I should have told you a long time ago... I'm a spy.”

“Say what!?” said camdog, “Ok, then prove it”.

“Do I have to?”

“Yes, why, oh you’re not a spy, are you?”

“Ok then. Oh Bob the Viking…”

5 minutes later

“Yes sir, what can I help you with?”

“Could you prove to the kids that I'm a spy?”

“Yes sir.”

“Anyway it's time for bed.”

“Good night Grandpa.”

“Good night.” That night a medieval spy took Bob far away never to be seen again…the next morning the furniture was wrecked and the food was gone!

“Who is responsible for this!” said Grandpa. “Not me,” said Cameron.

“Not me,” said camdog.

“Then who was it? Wait a second... Bob! Come out, come out, wherever you are! Oh no! It must have been Roger my arch nemesis”.

     To be continued…