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!
King Rugalf was standing before Trygvve, Trygvve knew that there was no way he could defeat the man before him but he couldn't forfeit either.
The shame that would come with such a thing would be unimaginable, Trygvve unsheathed his blade and was sort of excited to see the rumoured strength of Rugalf in person.
The citizens were murmuring, all brimming with excitement.
"King Rugalf, do we have to do this?" Trygvve asked.
"The gods will decide if my brother is guilty," This was all Rugalf said.
Tyrgvve couldn't believe this but this could be an opportunity to test the strength of Rugalf.
Tyrgvve charged at him but with Rugalf's size, it meant he had a longer reach in terms of swordplay.
Rugalf swung his sword vertically and Trygvve knew that this would be an impossible strike to block or party due to the insane difference in their strength.