gave up and he never saw Toussaint again.Īt one point, T.J. was afraid that the two would end up like Hunding and Helgi- immortal enemies. The two spent about fifty years killing each other every day. wasn't the only one, his enemy Jeffrey Toussaint also had ended up in Valhalla. was shot about thirty times by the other Confederate soldiers and died. then shot Toussaint once in the chest and came closer to stab him with his bayonet. T.J., being the son of Tyr, couldn't turn down the challenge and so accepted. didn't mind and was proud of being a part of the army and the fact that the Union had given him an actual gun.ĭuring the assault on Fort Wagner, while enemy fire withering, a Confederate soldier, Jeffrey Toussaint, called T.J. Butler complained over the hardships of their people, but T.J. While in the army, his friend, William H. Since his father was Tyr, he saw this as a personal challenge he couldn't refuse and later on joined the army. saw a poster asking for men to join the military. She then shook him telling him that she couldn't bear to lose another child. His mother would later scold him for this as she said the man would've shot him with a real gun. While he was ten years old, he pointed a stick to a white man playfully. was born to Tyr, the Norse God of Courage and Personal Combat and his mother, a runaway slave. After dying in battle he became an Einherjar. He was born in Massachusetts, and was killed during the assault on Fort Wagner, South Carolina. A veteran of the American Civil War, Jefferson became one of Odin's einherjar. is a Norse demigod son of Tyr and a man who escaped slavery.
to Magnus about realizing who and what he was before dying his first death in, The Ship of the Dead. If my dad is the god of bravery, I'd better make him proud. Those crazy stories about the Norse gods in Boston. I finally believed what my ma had told me about my dad being Tyr. I saw Valkyries, Magnus- ladies on horses, swirling in the skies above our regiment. I hit the dirt, rolled over and started at the sky, and a sense of calm washed over me.
On James Island, South Carolina? I was standing right next to a friend of mine, Joe Wilson, when a Reb sniper. I've already beat the odds so many times Magnus.
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