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!
Luck Or Fate?
The battle intensified in the areas they were being fought, Erik was the first to shoot out of the forest and there was a field where the full force of Vestfold awaited.
"Now this is what I am fucking talking about!" Erik exclaimed like he was a wild beast let out of his cage.
In the distance, he could see a man mounted on a horse but he could not make out whoever that was due to the proximity.
But he recognized the horse, it was the horse of King Asmund but the men before him were so overwhelming that even Erik had to pause to take a deep breath.
He noticed from his earlier battle that these men were not your average warriors and took a series of injuries from their swords.
Erik's men finally caught up to him except for Tyr and a few others, something Erik took note of but did not put too much thought into it.