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!
The Gardsson Family
Tyr watched how scared Frøygard was and his hunch about Salgard being weird was spot on.
It was strange because he sensed no killing intent from Salgard.
This made it hard to detect if he had any hostile intentions but why were they walking in his direction?
Tyr wanted to bolt but he knew if he did, it would be far too obvious it was because of Salgard.
"Hello Tyr, we meet again…" Salgard greeted with his ever-smiling face.
Tyr felt uneasy, he was not feeling threatened by him but his body just told him this man called Salgard was bad news.
Tyr got up to his feet, he knew how easy it was to make up an excuse to leave but before he could even talk.
"Sit down, Tyr," Salgard commanded and Tyr did not even know when his body complied but he found himself seated on the bench he had just stood up from.
Salgard and Frøygard sat on both sides of Tyr respectively.