Saga of Viking Anon Prolouge

This is my shitty attempt to write some AiE, this is the Saga of Viking Anon

>be on long boat sailing off to explore unknown land and seas
>a bit nervous, the great unknown is like that but not a whole lot of choice, either this or go raid Christians
>grey clouds gather above and the sky rumbles with Thor's might
>soon the seas grow violent and the sky only gets darker as the wrath of the gods are upon us
>everyone tries to keep the boat afloat but alas a wave turns us over
>knock head on the siding and blackout

>awake head throbbing, body aching, and pretty sure something is broke in my ribs
>look around laying on what feels like sand
>nothing but a few planks left drifting in the water or laying on the beach, seems no one made it
>"They're with the gods and their ancestors, no need to worry about them now" I say to try and comfort myself
>so much pain, barely can move, trying to stand only fails resulting in a yelp of pain
>look to my other side and see the family axe, I brought it in hope of luck, and help from my ancestors
>well guess I'm alive aren't I? thats luck and help enough I suppose
>painfully drag myself over to it and grab it feeling lightheaded and hold it tight as my vision begins to fade once more, but just before I lose consciousness I swear I heard a voice, maybe someone survived after all

>slowly regain consciousness and notice I'm moving and on my back, from the sound of it and the feel of the wood I'm in a cart, seems I've been found and taken to town, maybe I'm truly in luck
>try to sit up but fail again with another pained groan
>I hear feminine voices speak, but I can't understand anything they're saying, being in too much pain and the fact I'm in a cart, I opt to lay back and take it easy, and hope whomever they are, they're trying to help me
>I stare at the now night sky and feel myself start to drift again, this time toward sleep and I don't fight it, I'm not in any shape to fight now anyways
>the voices speak some more but I never see a face, but so far all of them sound female, and with odd accents, ones I've not heard before
>before long I'm passed out again and into the world of dreams

-----One Week Later-----

>I awake once more, dreams fading quickly into the darkness as I now am looking up at a wooded ceiling
>pain seems mostly gone by now except for in my head and ribs, but far more manageable
>sit up carefully and look around and see a purple horse standing by a desk- wait is that a horn? its glowing and so is that quill, it's writing?
>obviously I'm still dreaming, or I've lost my mind
>it turns around likely hearing my shifting about and then speaks
>speak? what? horses don't speak! what matter of creature is this!?
>I quickly dive and grab the nearest object which seems to be a candle holder
>"Back horse! or whatever you are!"
>she seems alarmed as another rushes in, this one blue like the sky and her mane of a rainbow color, wings on her back, a pegasus I see
>it takes a defensive stance between me and the purple one
>the purple one speaks and seems to get her guardian to relax some, then she raises a hoof and trots off to another room, best I can tell I think she wants me to wait so I sit on the bed carefully staring down the rainbow maned one
>she thinks she's tough, I can tell, thinks herself a horse of battle, but if she or any of them try anything, I will not go down easy
>the purple one returns soon with a book, it floats in the air glowing like her horn
>with some words a bright flash occurs and she lowers the book
>"Hello, can you understand me?"
>"Uh....yes. Where am I? What are you?"
>"My name is Twilight Sparkle."