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!
Friend Or Foe?
Tyr was blinded, but he managed to avoid the attack by taking a calculated jump back, trying to recompose himself as it was clear that Vigar was a fighter that did anything to win. Despite Tyr being a kid, he did not intend to underestimate him.
"You are nimble. You managed to escape the reach of my sword before I could reach you," Vigar commended the young warrior, but silence followed soon after. Tyr looked left and right frantically because he was still blind.
But an attack never came; the effects wore off in a minute or two, and Vigar was nowhere to be seen. He had no interest in fighting Tyr, and that whole sequence was for him to escape.
"That geezer!" Tyr cussed under his breath, and his eyes soon caught a glimpse of his father standing over Kåre, a sight that took him aback because this was a man even King Askild had failed to harm, but that was partly due to the man wielding strange weapons.