Chapter 1: I Go To Camp Viking

Before we start off, I'll introduce myself. I'm Fergus Dragonstorm, and I'm 14. I live in Norway. It was history class and we were learning about Vikings. I'm gonna translate our speech into English so you can understand. Except for the Norse parts.

I was half-consious when the teacher, Mr Oore hit me with a question.

"Fergus, give me the names of which gods rule over lightning and death," he said to me.

"Thor, god of thunder, lightning and war, and Odin, god of death and war," I replied. Outside, a storm started brewing.

"Um - sir, it's thundering outside - and that happened when Fergus said Thor," said my best friend, Tony Dark. The storm boomed again.

"Det er nesten hvis halvguder vet," muttered the teacher in Norse.

I understanded it as ''It is almost if the demigods know," I put my hand up.

"Yes, Fergus Dragonstorm?" asked Mr Oore.

"Can I go to the toilet?" I asked.

He sighed. "You should've gone before the lesson but okay - go!"

I raced out of the room, and straight into two kids, who were carrying axes. Wait - what?

"Hvem er du?" I asked in Norse. Wait - I could speak Norse and understand it.

"You spoke Norse! You must be one of us!" shouted the smaller kid.

"What do you mean?" I enquired.

"You are a demigod. The gods are real, and they are in Scandinavia," muttered the bigger one.

"Ok. Who's my dad then?" I asked.

"You'll have to come with us to Camp Viking to find out," replied the smaller.

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