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!
Ragnar stood against Grjötgard, he had no intention of backing down.
Grjötgard heard tales of Ragnar and the warrior in him wanted to test this hypothesis.
But now was not the time, before they could go any further, armed individuals barged in.
It was just as Grjötgard predicted, Ragnar was a target and he knew that even more men would come.
Ragnar might be strong but ultimately, he is just a man.
With the right amount of men, even he could be overpowered.
Grjötgard sighed as none of this would have happened if Ragnar just came with him but now he found himself surrounded by armed individuals numbering five in total.
His men attempted to fight back but they were cut down, these were not normal warriors but warriors handpicked by the King himself.
They ranked above these men in that sense.
"Step aside Grjötgard," The man that seemed to be in charge of these men, commanded but Grjötgard stood in front of Ragnar.