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!
Cruelty Of Man!
Tyr didn't know what the commotion was about but he knew that there was no way the General would fall, his strength was something that he hadn't seen just yet.
Tyr knew that this place would most likely face a siege soon and if he was in their shoes, he would attack by night because this place was not only too big for them to hold but there were too many blind spots.
Grjötgard had taken away their one chance at negotiation but Tyr knew that he must have had a reason for such an action.
"You feel it too, don't you?" Salgard questioned, sneaking up on Tyr.
This was impressive considering that Tyr himself was a trained killer but the young warrior wasn't startled.
"The enemies, they are on the move," Tyr responded and this analysis impressed Salgard,
The Vikings were celebrating a short-lived victory, shouting and cheering at the top of their lungs the moment that Grjötgard dragged Wilfrid within the walls.