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!
Don't Shoot The Messenger
It stayed like this for a while but the Vikings saw a smaller boat heading in their direction, it was a single boat with one person in it.
The Vikings were wondering what was going on, there was no way this man was sent to fight them so he could only be a messenger.
Ragnar held the highest ranking here so it was only fair that he was the one to speak to this man. He ordered everyone to stand down, the archers were already itching to bury their arrows into him.
The other two leaders followed in Ragnar's lead, they ordered their men to stand down and they did just that.
The man was rough looking, he did not look like the other Christians that they had come across thus far and looked a lot more like one of their own.
"I know you…" Tyr blurted out, this was Alf no doubt but he had a look of urgency on his face.