The Isle of Man, located between Ireland, Alba, and England was a relatively overlooked area of the world. Despite being situated between three major trading routes. It was, for the most part, remote, secluded, and deeply traditional.
It was because of this that the island became a prime target for Cnut and his search for a scapegoat. Time was running out, and he needed someone to face the justice of the papacy's righteous fury.
And it was here, on this island, in its most isolated hill lands, that a village which still worshipped the old gods found themselves living a relatively peaceful day-to-day life.
Nobody knew the storms which were gathering across the sea, in the north. Nor could the people on this island know what the King of England and Denmark had planned for them. No, they tended their fields, baked their bread, and forged their iron, not for weapons of war, but for tools of trade.
