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!
Tyr was up against Jökull, and both men stared each other down but Jökull was fuming because he knew that this put a hitch in the plan.
Try had his sledgehammer strapped to his back despite having his two axes equipped.
It was strange considering the weight ought to slow him down but it acted as a symbol of his kill.
This did not stop the battles around them from proceeding, as the familiar chaotic scene of war soon encompassed the battlefield and despite Tyr's attempt to warn people of the danger that came by standing in his way, not everyone heeded this warning and lunged at him but Tyr defeated those that dared draw their blade against him all in a single move, not wasting one single motion.
"You are strong," Jökull commended Tyr, he recognized him as a worthy foe to die on his blade.