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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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The Birth Of Tyr, The Undead [ARC END]

Bjorn stayed by his brother's side around the clock, both boys telling each other stories about their conquests and achievements in battle. 

Tyr's were far more impressive but Bjorn's was fought on a larger scale. 

"And what is with the girl? Does she always stare at people?" Bjorn asked and Tyr immediately knew he was talking about Gudrun. 

"Ah, that must be Gudrun. She means well," Tyr dismissed it but since they were on the subject, he thought it best to tell him about his first kiss. 

"You know…. We sort of kissed…" Tyr muttered weakly like he was shy about it. 

"Hahaha! I bet you did…" Bjorn laughed off Tyr's claim because he just could not picture Tyr doing anything remotely romantic with another person so this was random, to say the least. 

"Wait… Bjorn, have you ever been with a woman?" Tyr saw this opportunity to throw a jab at his older brother and the amusement on Bjorn's face slowly slipped away.