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!
Tyr's Defeat?
Tyr was up against the Mad Hound and for some reason, Tyr could still stand in his weakened state.
But this did not feel like Tyr, was he even conscious?
His actions suggested so but what was this immense killing intent?
It was usually something that could be felt by higher warriors but everyone here felt it, including his allies.
It had no target, and this was the singular thing that stopped the fighting around them.
"You are not just a kid…. Are you?" The Mad Hound grinned, but words were not reaching Tyr.
This was the showdown that would decide which side the momentum swayed.
Tyr had the snow to thank for not burning as he had broken through the floor and into the snow beneath.
Tyr disappeared, his speed was so fast that no one present registered it.
The Mad Hound did not show fear, all that was on his face was excitement as he questioned just who the boy was.