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!
Kolbeinn could hear the clashing of blades outside and the battle was intensifying, the idea was for him to stay here and fight them in a closed-off space but Kolbeinn was not comfortable sitting idle.
The Mad Hound might be there, smashing the enemies to pieces but he did not know for how long he could keep this up as everyone had their limit.
Kolbeinn opened the door and he was greeted by the aggressive air that shot through the door, he squinted his eyes to shield himself from it but this did not mean he would back down.
He powered through and went out, to his surprise they had the upper hand and the casualties were anything but controlled.
Bodies lay everywhere, and the Mad Hound fighting and killing with ease, Kolbeinn noticed he was not even at full strength yet which was interesting.