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!
Reidar, The Pacifist
Reidar was unbothered by his current situation, he was on a different level than these people and Tyr might have overestimated his ability in this situation.
"I do not know why you have turned your sword against Birger but I am willing to look the other way if you all leave Kattegat. Enough blood has been spilled today," Reidar said, he did not try to unsheathe his blade and genuinely tried to have a dialogue.
"Where are Birger and my mother?" Tyr asked, and Reidar looked surprised by his request as one would think he would be interested in Liv, she was right there after all but he welcomed Tyr's lack of interest as it meant he was more open to accepting dialogue.
"Queen Lagertha is…." Reidar said, pausing as he pointed in the direction he just came from.
".... there but you better hurry," Reidar, who had continued his march forward, had said.
"What do you mean…" Tyr asked but all Reidar did was smile.