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 black smoke was getting thicker and thicker, the forces of King Asmund did not retreat because they did not want to lose grounds to Askild's men, they needed to make a stand here but during this diversion, Tyr and a few of the men that listened to his plan had circled the battlefield.
"I am Tyr, I have come for your head!" Tyr said with certainty in his voice, there was no hesitation or hint of doubt. Tyr truly believed he could end this war himself, all he needed to do was take the head of the man before him.
The men that were with Tyr were surprised by this declaration but they all knew Tyr couldn't defeat King Asmund, a person that even Erik could not beat or even compare to.
They, however, liked his confidence but they needed to cut through his guards first, these men were dressed differently from the rest so it was easy to discern that they were some elite guards of some sort.