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 And Rolf Join Hands!
Blood dripped on the floor, the ground absorbing the crimson-coloured fluid.
"TYR! A voice echoes but the chaotic sound of battle drowned out this urgent call.
"I'm okay," Tyr responded, blood dripping from his torso he managed to leap back at the very last second to evade certain death.
The wound was minor but Tyr knew that this man before him shouldn't be underestimated.
They blew their chance at killing him with a surprise attack and instead, Tyr got injured.
This didn't do their fellow Vikings any good moral-wise.
Tyr couldn't understand nor believe that he had made such a mistake at such a crucial moment.
"What's wrong with you?" Rolf called out but Tyr was in a daze, he couldn't comprehend what was happening to him.
Rolf rushed to Tyr's side, an action that surprised the dark-skinned Vikings seeing as Rolf was King Askild's puppet and Tyr dying would do them more good than harm.