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!
Things were getting intense and the Vikings outside were granted safe passage into the Kingdom with little to no resistance.
Bjorn made eye contact with his father and he didn't need words to know that Ragnar had witnessed something he would rather not have witnessed.
Bjorn looked at Tyr and saw that he was covered in blood but it was a miracle that his plan worked out.
The Vikings' belief that everything would work out as long as Tyr was on their side wasn't far-fetched.
"Brother! You did it!" Bjorn praised Tyr but Tyr looked flustered by this.
"It was nothing…" Tyr brushed it aside and the Vikings cheered but they had no intention of leaving the enemies as they were.
They began to tie them up because they realized that these people were still their enemies.
Ragnar was surprised by how easy this was and began to think that this was not enough to test his sons.