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!
Gissur was a lunatic, and it showed by how he approached the battle. He charged right at whatever danger without a second thought and right now, he was ready to cut down anyone and everyone.
Gissur had his broadsword brandished, and he wanted to cover it in the blood of his enemy.
He saw footprints leading away from their camp, and he knew full well that this was a trap but he did not care about this.
Gissur was a man who believed if it was his time to die, then he would die, and the fact that they were brave enough to challenge them as they did.
Gissur had no intentions of letting things go their way, he looked back and noticed that no one was coming or backing him up but this only made him smile.
"Ah! Very good!" Gissur thought to himself, it was almost like he had perceived what Tyr did.