The Son Of Ragnar

Tyr was sweating profusely, his body was losing warmth, he was barely clinging to life.

And with this came the nightmares, a constant he experienced every time he had a close encounter with death,

Tyr had met his sister and everything was coming together but a vast majority of his memory was still missing but he was slowly reconnecting them.

"My name is Kahina, big brother." The girl said and Tyr did not know what to make of this but before he could speak, he saw himself on a battlefield.

"Kashina…." Tyr muttered; he saw his helpless sister on the battlefield amidst the warriors but he could not do anything.

She looked his way, tears in her eyes with blood dripping down her legs.

\'Do not move!" Tyr called out but unfortunately, she did not listen as Tyr was the only safe space she has known all her life and she knew as long as she was not with him, something bad will happen but if she was, Tyr would protect her as usual. 

Kashina ran towards him with all her might with Tyr running to meet her halfway but he saw a horse charging in her direction with a blade in hand. 

"KASHINA! STOP!" Tyr screamed at the top of his lungs with tears welling up in his eyes. 

"Big bro-!" These were the last words of his sister right before she was toppled over, the horse had killed his sister on impact as this was a war that was instigated by his father over a meager piece of land that they had no business with, for this reason, he risked his family. 

Tyr was seven-years-old at this point and there was not much a seven-year-old could do. 

He soon returned to the scene where he was standing over his father and brother\'s body but the details were different. 

"You do not know the whole story, you do not want to accept the truth of what you have done so you lie to yourself…" A voice echoed in his head, Tyr looked around hoping to find the voice but the two bodies in front of him decayed rapidly until their flesh liquefied, and their brain turned to rancid grease.

  "Who is there!?" Tyr asked, he was confused as he jerked his head frantically like a scared little boy. 

"This is not the truth, this is not what happened… Remember! REMEMBER!" The voice reverberated, Tyr fell to his knees, holding his head in anguish. 

"What is it? I am not the evil one! They are!" Tyr screamed at the top of his lungs but all he heard was laughter. 

"You did not protect her. You are the one thing she needed protection from," The voice spoke but this could not be true, judging from what Tyr saw he was the only one his sister trusted. 

"The truth will soon come to light and on the day it does, you will kill everyone around you…. Just like you did here," The voice said.

"It does not matter, I am already…" Tyr recognized this was a dream, it was not as vivid as his other dreams. 

"Dead?" The voice completed his sentence before a mocking laughter soon echoed.

"You are not dead, you are awaiting your rebirth…" The voice echoed.

"Remember who you are…" It said and just then, the world went blank. 

Pitch black, Tyr could not see a thing as everywhere was pitch black, Tyr could feel the mushy ground but he soon felt hands grabbing his legs, and shoulders, dragging him down into the earth and there was no way for a seven years old boy to resist but if Tyr was successfully taken, he was never going to wake up. 

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Sighvatur rushed into the tent expecting to see Tyr, or Kolbeinn there as they were in no walking conditions.

Sighvatur knew he had to take Tyr away but the moment he entered the tent, neither Kolbeinn nor Tyr was present there. 

Sighvatur just chuckled because he had predicted this, he had predicted that Kolbeinn was not genuine with his intentions and this was why he had Noa watch them. 

Noa proved himself useful and Sighvatur knew he could trust him with this much because Tyr was still fighting for his life and Kolbeinn was too injured to put up any decent fight. 

Noa was more than enough to take care of them should a fight break out.

Sighvatur knew he was a snake and had every intention of getting rid of Noa after he was done. 

But if Kolbeinn was able to escape, did that mean Nora aided him?

Sighvatur did not have much time to ponder on this thought because Bjorn was there, Bjorn walked into the tent and Sighvatur knew he had no choice but to fight the older brother.

He was a kid, how strong could he possibly be?

Sighvatur was willing to put it to the test as he was done with the conversation and so was Bjorn.

Bjorn charged at him, his veiny hands clutching his blade but Bjorn held his sword with both hands to make use of his full strength. 

He was a physical fighter and knew he needed to utilize his full strength in battle. 

Sighvatur blocked his attack with a single hand but he found that his blade was being pushed back on himself forcing him to take a more aggressive approach. 

Bjorn had no way to defend himself with both his hands occupied, Sighvatur swung his fist right into Bjorn\'s face but Bjorn thrust his head forward suddenly to meet his punch halfway, greatly dissipating the punch.

Sighvatur had to gain his distance because if he did not, the sword would have made contact with his flesh, this was the worst thing to do in a battle and that was to boost your enemy\'s confidence but this could also be a bleeding as it could give one\'s enemy a false sense of security. 

"He is strong…" Sighvatur muttered under his breath but strong was all he was. On paper, Bjorn was no match for him.