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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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A Blessing In Disguise?

King Askild sat in silence as he wondered what step he had to take for the wall to fall but his thought process was cut short because of the arrival of Erik. Erik was given the go-ahead after a brief conversation with Askild to provide them that backup in case they ran into enemies from Vestfold, they were lucky Erik was there because there was no one as crazy as him to stand in front of a horde of charging horses.

"We are back," Erik said and Sven noticed that Oskar was not with them and sought to find out why. Erik, however, looked him straight in the eye with a sickening grin plastered across his face.

"Oskar is dead, he died like the pig he is," Erik blurted out, trying to get under Sven's skin but all Sven did was smile upon this revelation as he looked to the skies.

"Hahaha! You got to Valhalla before me," Sven's voice was not one of sorrow but celebration.