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!
A few years before the tragedy that befell the mother of the boy was a time that was unknown to most.
"King Xenoplahane, I am shocked!" A woman said; it was revealed to be Liv but she was a lot younger and happier.
Xenophanes rolled his eyes at his younger sister, he hated when she used his title because it made her feel like a stranger.
Shut up! Do not make it a big deal!" Xenophanes barked at his sister.
"Does father know?" Liv questioned her brother but Xenophanes' silence gave her the answer she was looking for.
"Father will chew you alive!" Liv smiled in anticipation of what was about to happen because her brother just told her something that she had no idea was possible in his lifetime.
Xenophanes never showed interest in anyone but war and being carefree.
But it would be strange for a fully grown man to not have had sex at least once.
Xenophanes was a man when it came to it and there was a woman he told his sister about.