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!
Father Uttredus
Gudleif swung his blade to take off his head but he halted it right before he made contact with the Priest's neck, Uttredus did not flinch.
"You…" Gudleif muttered, realising that this man spoke their language but how?
"What are Norsemen doing here?" Uttredus questioned, the monks behind him surprised that the Priest could speak the languages of pagans.
Gudleif knew something was off with the man before him because he was the only one that did not show visible fear the moment he heard that they were Norsemen.
This was why Gudleif swung his sword and Uttredus not flinching confirmed this.
"How do you speak our language?" Gudleif asked as he saw the shorter men behind him holding their cross and muttering to themselves.
"This is God's land, what do you want?" Uttredus questions him, he had no intention of answering a question that would not further this conversation.