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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!

Kelvin_A · 歴史
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The Tension Rises!

Gudrun explained what she had seen and Tyr kissed his teeth the moment he heard that she had seen him leave the room multiple times in his sickened state.

Tyr was sick but he was not incapacitated, Gudrun explained that it was almost like he was sleepwalking. But Tyr knew what this was, and he was conscious the whole time but she did not know where he went and did not bother asking him because that was the least of her worries.

"Thank you for telling me, Gudrun…" Tyr showed his gratitude, but he was curious if she was the only one to see him.

Gudrun smiled, she liked it when he praised her and she found it comforting to a certain degree but it did not beat her need to please her father.

"Where did you go?" Gudrun mustered up the courage to ask him and Tyr simply flashed her a smile.