Kelvin_A

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!

The Son Of Ragnar

"LAGERTHA!!!" Herfjötur screamed from the top of her lungs as she watched Lagertha's body hit the ground below. Fear crept up on her, the world around her appearing in a blur, her fight-or-flight senses kicked in, she instinctively took a defensive stance as soon as another arrow narrowly missed her head.

Someone was attacking them but who?, this was no ordinary robbery, someone was coming for their heads.

Herfjötur's mind raced, torn between worry for Lagertha and the fervent hope that she wasn't dead. Still, it would take more than that to kill her.

She had to have faith in Lagertha and focus on her own survival.

"WE ARE UNDER ATTACK!" Herfjötur screamed and the moment she said this, backup arrived almost immediately.

"Commander!" They called, forming a shield wall to rebuff any potential arrows that may follow.

Danger In Kattegat