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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The time for the battle drew near and by near, it was minutes away because the minutes bled into hours and that meant that the day had advanced much further.
"VIKINGS!!! PREPARE FOR BATTLE!" A voice echoed, carried through the air as they could see a boat quadruple their size approach but it was not just one boat either.
Everyone sprung to their feet, ready for battle and despite their morale, the fatigue was taking a toll on them and this battle could not drag out or there was no way that they would survive this.
Tyr knew he had to be careful, he could not use the same trick as before because the boat was a lot bigger in terms of height meaning that his hands would not be able to reach the edge of the boat.
The waves were a lot gentler but Tyr knew how vulnerable he would be in water.
Hagen's jaw dropped the moment he saw the size of the boat, he could not believe something like that was even possible.