The Son Of Ragnar

Tyr set up his camp on the mountain, he didn't permit them to use any flames or they risked attracting unwanted attention.

This was the one thing he couldn't afford even though he needed to give the others a sign that they were here.

They needed to regroup, things had gone to shit right from the get-go and with Tyr's message, the Christians took them more seriously.

This meant that they prioritized the King's safety and the palace security was amped up.

Tyr's conversation with Baard was brief as Baard needed his rest, he was surprised that Tyr didn't pass out the moment he came here but this showed just how strong his mind was.

Baard began to realize that this young man might have seen a life that these adults couldn't even dream of experiencing.

Tyr wanted to sleep but couldn't otherwise the dream he had been trying to avoid would resurface once again.

"That dream… It is strange, it feels real… It's like my body remembers it," Tyr thought to himself, pondering on if this dream would come to pass.

Tyr looked at the moon, he wondered if the gods were watching him lament this.

Death should be the ultimate glory for every warrior but Tyr hadn't accomplished even a quarter of what he wished to accomplish.

He couldn't bow out now, and if it meant defying fate so be it.

Tyr knew it would be hard but not impossible, nothing was truly impossible.

The young Viking remembered details about his past, a past he knew would have been better forgotten.

Tyr knew what had to be done, he recalled the kind of monster he was, even from a young age.

He was a seasoned killer and Tyr was aware that this power would come with consequences.

He got up to his feet but his vision was blurry, he needed to rest but he needed to confirm Rolf was alright.

Tyr walked up to the passed-out warrior to see if he would be able to handle himself for the battle tomorrow.

He didn't care if he was injured or not, they needed all the men that they could muster.

Rolf wasn't the only injured Viking here, there were multiple, each varying.

Tyr knew that some wouldn't make it to see tomorrow but Rolf had to be one of them.

He wasn't comfortable with Rolf putting himself in harm's way for him because what would happen if he died?

What leverage would this give Askild? Askild was intelligent, more than Tyr gave him credit for.

He was always one step ahead no matter what they did and Tyr had to think more like him.

The battle wasn't only fought on the battlefield but in the mind as well.

And Askild was superior when it came to mind games, no one came close to his scheming abilities.

He knew how to manipulate people to get what he wanted, he knew what they wanted and how to exploit their inner desires.

Tyr reached for Rolf's chest, he was already bandaged to stop the bleeding.

If the sword connected the way it should, Rolf would not have made it this far regardless of how well he was bandaged.

Tyr knew that he had no choice but to wait until the sun rose to know what fate awaited Rolf.

He was well aware of the potential that Rolf carried and he was a warrior that they couldn't lose.

At least, not right now but Tyr knew he had to keep an eye on him.

An hour passed and most of the Vikings around him were fast asleep but Tyr's eyes remained open.

Tyr saw something in the distance, it was a shadowy figure but he couldn't make out what it was because of the distance.

He knew that there was no way the enemies could have climbed the mountains without him seeing them so this had to be something else.

An animal perhaps? That would do them wonders as they could have something to eat before battle.

Tyr grabbed his axe and headed in that direction, he was quiet because he didn't want to wake anyone up or startle whatever it was he was about to hunt.

Tyr's eyes were barely open and this affected his vision, he could make out a strange crow but it was on the shoulder of something.

Tyr didn't know what it was and decided to get closer to whatever it was.

The closer he got, the clearer the man became, this was no doubt a man and not an animal.

Tyr's body language changed with this new information, ducking slightly.

"Tyr?" A voice called out behind him and Tyr immediately attempted to behead whoever was responsible for calling his name.

However, his strike was blocked by whoever he attacked. Tyr had to see the person before he knew who it was.

It was Bjorn, Bjorn had found them but Tyr immediately turned his head in the direction of the figure he had seen but it was no longer there.

"Did I imagine it?" Tyr thought to himself but this wasn't what mattered right now. He looked back and realized that he had wandered further from the camp than he initially thought.

"What? I couldn't have wandered that far…" Tyr's thoughts wandered further.

"I'm glad I found you brother or we would have gotten lost if you weren't here," Bjorn said with a sigh of relief.

"I-I'm sorry brother, I didn't mean to attack you," Tyr apologized quickly but Bjorn knew something was off with him.

Tyr was on edge, Bjorn wrapped his arm around his younger brother before whispering in his ear.

"You look like shit…" Bjorn teased his younger brother.

Tyr snickered, this was new coming from Bjorn but for Bjorn to say this, he knew how dire his condition was.

He noticed Hagen and Grjötgard were there but Salgard was nowhere to be seen.

"Is Salgard…" Tyr wanted to ask but Grjötgard cracked a smile upon hearing Tyr show concern for the man that nearly cost him his life back in Rogaland.

"Salgard is fine, he should be joining us shortly," Grjötgard said, there was no doubt in his voice.

This level of faith was admirable but was it misplaced?

"Where is father?" Tyr asked, if they carried out the mission as planned then there was no reason for Ragnar not to be with them.

"Brother, I have a message from our father," Bjorn warned.