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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!

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This Will Be A Long Night!

Tyr was exhausted and he had snuffed most of the lights out and eliminated the enemies but at the cost of his stamina.

Tyr was relieved that Thorgard had taken the hostage away because something told them that as long as that man was alive, the chances of them being alive increased as well.

"Are you okay?" The lady who had no name asked Tyr, but Tyr did not give her a response.

He knew he had to coordinate his army and fast or they risked losing even more.

"What is your name?" Tyr asked the lady, this was a question that many have asked her and she always gave the same answer.

"I do not have a name," She responded bluntly but Tyr wasn't satisfied with this.

He needed something to call her by.

"Not anymore," Tyr said and this caught Baard's attention because everyone was content with her being nameless.

"I hereby give you the name, Sigrid the Proud…" Tyr said and the lady's face lit up.