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

The battle intensified at the shoreline and Tyr was having more troubles than he thought he would but his eyes caught a glimpse of Rolf, he wasn't fighting but he seemed to be doing something however Tyr could see clearly due to the darkness.

"TYR! THEY ARE PUSHING US BACK!" Thorgard screamed and Tyr knew this.

He knew there was only so much a moral boost could do, these men were strong and they didn't seem to have a leader either so there was no one for him to target.

Tyr took a deep breath, there was no way this would be the place he died, at least not according to his dreams but they were in trouble no doubt.

Tyr knew it was time to tap into a state that would leave him exhausted but this would be the only way to level the playing field.

"Thorgard! I want you to follow Alf and secure Ecgberht," Tyr commanded and Thorgard listened without question as he ran to Alf's side.

Tyr's Desperate Struggle!