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?


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The Son Of Ragnar

Tyr knew he had to pull his weight and this was not because the situation required but rather, because his ego was at stake.

He gave his word that he would handle it and this man was proving to be a lot trickier than he anticipated but this was mainly because Tyr had no intention of showing his full fighting capabilities, not yet at least.

*"You vermin! I will send you right to hell!"* The man said in a language that Tyr couldn't comprehend but he knew that whatever he was saying wasn't good.

Tyr cracked his neck and then it appeared, a bloodlust so intense that it made his enemy momentarily see a vision of himself dying.

Tyr's eyes had changed, they became lifeless and every high-ranking warrior felt it.

It was like a chill that came with the wind, the enemy's body language changed to a defensive one as Tyr began walking towards him with his bloodied axes drawn,

Victory...!