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!
Violence And Lust
"What the fuck is she doing here?" Ulrik did not like seeing the woman before him, but no one knew why. Herfjötur was tired of the noise, and just a look from her was enough to make Ulrik keep quiet.
"I am tired of this; I am going to kill every single one of them!" Herfjötur was angry, and she walked back and forth, thinking of what to do.
Ulrik realized that his cousin was the reason they could find him, this was their hiding spot when they were younger, but he had questions for Herfjötur and Karl regarding what was happening.
Ulrik remembered that Arvid was here; he did not know what Herfjötur would do if she saw him and moved to inform her of the current situation.
"Herfjötur, I have to tell you something." Ulrik tried his best to get Herfjötur's attention, but he was frightened for some reason. His body told him this was not the time, but he had to.