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!
Faith Or Madness?
Grjötgard was drenched in blood, covered from head to toe with crimson red, one would think it was his skin complexion.
Hagen and Bjorn were speechless because what they had just seen was something that should not even be possible.
Grjötgard faced them all on his own and did not even get a scratch.
Salgard looked at his brother with pride, this was the very reason why he respected Grjötgard.
Grjötgard had even slayed the horses so they could not retreat, he did not need a prisoner as he could not speak their language.
"W-What was that?" Bjorn asked, dazed by what he had seen.
"That was my brother, the man feared as the god of war," Salgard said.
Grjötgard took a deep breath and recollected himself, the beating of shields stopped the moment this happened and the men got on their knees.
Bjorn, Salgard, and Hagen remained on their feet as Grjötgard turned to face them.
At that moment, he did have the aura of a god.