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The Son Of Ragnar

One must see through the deceit of one's very own truth. Do you believe in the Old Gods? This story follows the life of a young African boy, who was ripped from the life he had known and thrown into an unforgiving one where a single mistake could cost him everything. Being branded a "thrall", he was to be sold but an unforeseen event swept him ashore in the heart of the Norsemen, the Vikings. What fate has the Gods chosen for this child? is it one of salvation or one of destruction? COVER IS OWNED BY ME!

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518 Chs

All Hopes Lost?

The hunger soon swept through the camp like a tidal wave, it did not take up to an hour before the hunger and thirst began.

The ones that were sent to hunt or scout the surrounding area never came back, and this showed that Sighvatur was closer to them than they thought.

"What is going on?" Kolbeinn thought, at least one should have returned yet none did, there was no one coming back.

Tyr knew that they were not looking for any hostages, they had two and the bargaining had failed so what was their next move?

He knew that they would not last a week at this rate if the hunger had set in this soon.

"This was a mistake…" Tyr blurted out, and everyone was surprised by this because Tyr always seemed to have the answer. 

"What do you mean?" Kolbeinn asked but Tyr was lost in thought.

"They have the upper hand, I do not know who this man is but there is something I am missing," Tyr said, but he was talking to himself rather than Kolbeinn.