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!
Erik Acts!
Erik, who had lost interest and momentarily questioned his purpose had finally found it again.
Askild had regained himself and he was in a state no one had ever seen him in before.
A fuming volcano, waiting to erupt and consume anything or anyone in its path.
The veins in his body rushed with blood to keep up with his heart that beat with rage.
Birger had made a big miscalculation and was thinking he could sway the commanders to switch sides, if he had only killed them then Askild would not have a fighting chance but he did the opposite of that.
In Askild's head, someone was inside his wife right now and she was begging for them to stop, that was the image he needed to keep himself focused.
"Erik… Now." Askild's voice was calm yet cold, it felt like the gravity around them had increased, this was how tense the atmosphere was.
Erik grinned like the sociopath that he was and Asger knew things were about to get messy.