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!
In their absence, the Vikings began to see Tyr more as their leader than Gudleif or Bjorn.
"Viggo, is he not amazing?" Ivan blurted out.
"Terrifying, more like but his methods are the best way to do this," Viggo said bluntly, he did not sound emotionally distressed but his focus was on Gudleif.
Viggo could not help but think that Gudleif had other motives that exceeded this expedition.
Viggo wanted to approach him but he knew things would be a lot more different than their first meeting but Skarde walked to Gudleif.
"Gudleif, what is going on?" Skarde asked, and without hesitation, Gudleif briefed Skarde.
People frowned upon Skarde coming, they knew he was the weakest here yet Gudleif was not among those people. Gudleuf respected Skarde as a warrior and his coming along this expedition deepened that respect.