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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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518 Chs

Estrid And Tyr

The night passed with little to no problem, Tyr wanted to get information from Thorgard but ended up being the one that got hammered. He hoped he did not do anything that would dent his reputation during his blacked out state level of drunk as he had no conscious control of his actions. 

Tyr could not recollect the events of the night prior and he woke up with a devastating headache to boot. 

He could not think straight and his staff Mach turned.

The young warrior woke up in an unfamiliar place, this was not the room he was given.

Rugalf gave him a room upon arriving for him to rest, the same held for Finn and Nora who had the time of their lives at that party. Tyr liked this for them, they deserved some semblance of happiness in their lives. 

Tyr did not even pay them any attention and could not recall a single thing they did. 

"You are awake…" A lady he had never seen before asked and Tyr immediately froze.