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!
King Askild called Tyr over and Tyr dashed to his position. Ragnar on the other hand went to check if Bjorn was alright, Tyr felt different from a month ago.
He did not flinch despite seeing Bjorn knocked out by Erik, nor did he show any emotional response to it.
He bent the knee but Askild did something that Ragnar had been the recipient of and that was telling him to stand up.
"Tyr, was it?" Askild asked, and Tyr felt goosebumps all over his body the moment he heard his name on Askild's lips.
"Y-Yes my king!" Tyr responded with a smile and this motivated Tyr to just gush about everything that he had observed.
"Tell me, what do you see…" Askild asked, he was taking a liking to Ragnar's children because he hoped that they would inherit his greatness despite Tyr not being his biological child.
"What do I see?" Tyr repeated, he was confused. It sounded like a riddle and he did not have the answer to it.