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!
Tyr searched, Aslaug and Eva were not his priority and he soon abandoned them after he departed from his brother.
Tyr did not have the mental capacity to worry about multiple people or he risked putting himself in danger.
"Fuck!" Tyr cussed because he knew that if anything happened to Estrid, he might as well be dead. After all, there was no way that Rugalf would let it slide.
Tyr was seen given a silver lining, he saw a piece of clothing worn by Estrid laying trampled on the ground.
Tyr saw it was at the entrance of a door, he was not stupid and knew that this was most definitely a trap.
But whatever was behind that door would answer his question.
Tyr opened it but no traps were waiting for him inside which was a surprise.
This made him more paranoid as he could not comprehend why the cloth was there.