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!
Ulf had killed Birger with a single swing of his sword, and everyone, including Erik, awoke the moment the body hit the deck.
Ulf was breathing hard; he did not expect that he could kill Birger, no one did, but everyone hated him. Askild was satisfied with this outcome; he knew something was up the moment Ulf approached him, and despite him 'dropping' his guard, this was only so he would look vulnerable because it was no secret that his life was a target.
"W-What happened?" A random Viking asked, and Askild stood up gradually above Birger's headless body.
"Ulf Lothbrok just saved my life," Askild said, and everyone was shocked, including Ulf himself.
And it did not take long before they cheered his name; people were cheering Ulf's name.