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!
Ragnar fought for his life, he was injured but these injuries were minor despite having three people passed out on the ground.
Ragnar was tired but the aura around him made even these seasoned warriors think thrice before approaching him.
The fact that Ragnar could defeat them without killing them said a lot about his strength.
It was a lot harder to defeat them without killing them, begging the question as to why Ragnar was taking this approach.
Ælla knew at that moment that Ragnar was more valuable alive to them than dead.
He clapped his hand and the translator emerged from his hiding place.
King Ælla knew that the Generals stood no chance as they were breathing and panting heavily.
Their injuries were a lot more severe than Ragnar but it wasn't life threatening.
"Enough King Ragnar! If you surrender! We will spare your children!" King Ælla said and this message was conveyed through the translator.