A young warrior in fur-trimmed armor with a sword stands in a snowy forest, with three ghostly figures in the background and light shining from above. Fantastical style.

can u make a pic: As the ravens screeched and the wind whistled, I ran into the most important hut on Jotun Island. To find that the most precious thing on the island was gone, the stone! “The Stone! The stone!” I shouted as I dropped to the floor in despair. “Someone from our village will find it. But we will need a strong and brave warrior to go and find it.” He spoke. “I will father, I am strong and old enough to go.” “Are you sure son?” “Yes, I am sure.” “Well then, you may go. If you promise to come back safe and well” “Thank you, father! And I promise.” I set off on my quest to seek the stone. I walked through a snowstorm which then led me to a forest, and the trees were as tall as the sky. As I came to my destination, I saw a shipwreck. I remembered the stories that my father told me about my grandfather. But he died when I was, ten. He was strong and young like me now. He had a sword with some writing that he had, reading Jotun the name of our village. Then I saw something shiny. It was a sword. Just like the description that my father told me when I was younger. I went to go and pick up the sword from the water. Then I heard a sound behind me like a whizzing sound. It was completely white. Then I heard villagers behind me shouting “Go and attack the monster, NOW!”. It took me two minutes to recognize one of the voices that was shouting. It was my grandfather, before he died. See more