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!
King Ælla had made all necessary arrangements, he was ready for the Pagans but how was Northumbria in itself?
It was a powerful Kingdom no doubt but were the citizens in support of how their King ruled?
Did they support the idea of a warrior Bishop for each had their own interpretation of Christianity?
"Fuck this man! King Ælla is doing as he pleases with no regard for how the people think about it!" A young man complained; he was approximately in his early twenties and his gentle features showed he has not had a hard life.
"Shush! Do not speak so loudly! Someone might hear you, young Lord!" An elderly man with the traditional monk aesthetic warned in a hushed tone.
This young man was dressed in an expensive robe, he had long brunette hair with golden eyes and he looked irritated by what was happening.
He was not a child and took an intense interest in what was happening around the world.