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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!

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Tyr's Recurring Nightmare

"Where am I?" Tyr questioned, he was lost in his dream, he was in a familiar environment despite being certain he had never been here before, he could not recollect ever being here.

"Is this a dream?" Tyr questioned, he was confused because the last he could remember, he was saving his mother.

"What are you doing brother? Come! Mother is looking for you!" A little dark-skinned girl called out, dragging Tyr's hand in the process.

"Wait! Who are you!?" Tyr questioned but the girl looked back and for the first time since having these kinds of dreams, he made out her face.

She was a young chubby girl, dressed in tattered clothes and a big potbelly. 

Tyr had no idea who she was but she called him brother.

"You left me to die, brother…" The young girl suddenly stopped in her tracks, turning to look back at Tyr but what he saw was a grotesque form. She had no eyes, with blood dripping down the empty eye sockets and her chest had been cut open.