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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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Grjötgard And Vegard

Salgard rushed to the throne room, Grjötgard was his favourite sibling among the others as he was the embodiment of everything he wanted to be. 

But the moment Salgard entered the throne room, the atmosphere was anything but cheerful. 

He could feel the seriousness on everyone's face 

Salgard's excitement soon died down the moment he saw his motionless younger brother on the floor. 

"What happened?" Salgard asked, the anger in his eyes evident as he sought answers from everyone present. 

Grjötgard looked over his shoulder and shook his head.

Grjötgard was almost as big as Rugalf but he had a far more attractive face than his older brother and a build a tad bit slender from his older brother.

He did not mutilate himself either but he had a tattoo covering the entirety of his left arm. 

He was bald with a huge scar on the top of his head, he too had muddy eyes.