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!
"Commander Bjorn," A man called out to Bjorn, it was the same man that reported to him earlier that he had to keep shut with a bribe.
Bjorn carried him to an abandoned alleyway because he knew it would not be a good look if anyone saw the two men together.
This man was known for sketchy businesses but Bjorn did not mind this because the information was the one thing that he had to sell and boy, did he sell it well.
"What do you have for me?" Bjorn asked, this was something he should not be seen doing, even by his men because any information he 'bought' would be 'forgotten' by the man quite literally.
"I cannot remember…" The man said, scratching his head but Bjorn knew this was code for payment.
He looked left and right before slipping something into his hand, it was gold in its purest form, and this surprised the man as Bjorn had never given him something as valuable as this before.