It is said that the personification of the Faroe Islands disappeared many years ago. Not many have heard of the Islands, let alone the "person" who represents it. The world believed her to be dead.
At least they thought she was…
I wonder who I am sometimes.
I look to the mirror.
But even that tells me nothing.
Ró awoke to the sound of her buzzing phone. It violently shook on the table as she lazily picked it up. Rubbing her eyes a bit, she answered the phone. Her very loud (best) friend Britt yelled into her ear "Åh min Gud! En flok varm turist befinder på havnen !" Ró groaned into the phone, she could honestly care less about the supposed "hot tourists".
"Og jeg bør bekymre sig, hvorfor?"
"Can't you be excited at least a teensy bit?"
"You woke me up."
"It's almost noon, Ró."
"Does it sound like I give a damn?" Ró was close to hanging up the phone and throwing it across the room. "Tsk, just come to the docks, you anti-social faroese." And hung up before Ró could utter a quick retort. "Damn american." She muttered.
She got up anyway and headed to the bathroom. She stripped off her nightgown and started the shower. While waiting for the water to heat up, she leaned against the counter and let her mind wander a bit.
"It's been almost ten years since then." she thought.
At a very young age (around six, maybe), Ró was found washed up on the rocky shores of the town of Tvøroyri. She had no memories of who she was or where she came from, only a pendant to give a clue of her past. No one came foward to claim her after she was found.
Luckily, she was adopted by an eldery couple and their grandson. They owned a small bakery in the town.
As time went on, her memory never fully came back. After ten years, she didn't really care whether or not, if her real family was out there. For all she cared, she already found a family. But at times, she would wonder if they were really out there.
Back to modern time...
Lost in thought, Ró didn't notice the steam filling up the bathroom. "OH!" Quickly she turned the water down and opened the door of the bathroom a crack. Once she finished showering, she noticed the fogged up mirror.
Wiping away most of it, she took a peek of herself in the mirror. Her shoulder-length light brown hair had grown longer and now went down pass her shoulder blades. The odd curl that always stuck out of the left side of her head seems to have grown as well. Bright turquiose eyes that were once a dazzling violet, stared back at her.
As she stared into the mirror, a flashback of a pond and a silver-haired boy, hit her.
"Hey stop staring at youself in the pond! You'll fall in!"
Ró shook her head "A flashback?" she felt slightly light-headed. Gripping her head, she felt an intense headache. The pain lasted for a few seconds that seemed like an eternity.
The headaches were happening more often than they did in the past. She hasn't told anyone about them yet, not wanting anyone to worry. Once the pain passed, she got dressed. Throwing on a plain white tee and some random denim skinny jeans.
Grabbing her leather schoolbag and a pair of black flats, she tiptoed out of her room and down the stairs. Setting her things down quietly by the frontdoor, she walked silently into the living room. Where she found her "brother" Balder peacefully asleep.
Even though he was asleep, he still had a tense and worried look on his face. Two years ago, Balders grandparents mysteriously disappeared one day. Leaving Balder and Ró to fend for themselves. Balder took over the Bakery and raised Ró on his own.
Frowning a bit, Ró gentily brushed away the marks of flour on his face. He seemed to relax a bit. Glancing at his hands, she saw that he was holding something in one of his hands. Letting her curiosity, get the best of her, she cautiously took it out of his hand.
Her eyes widened, it was her necklace. Attached to a silver chain was a pendant in the shape of a cresent moon. It hung from the tip of the moon and faced to the right. On it was a weird design (like rippling water), in the center a small dazzling opal.
Balder stirred a bit, quickly she exited the room, pocketing the necklace. Vowing that she would confront him later. She grabbed her things and left the house, feeling a sense of betrayal and hurt. Ró lost it some years ago.
"And you said you never saw it." She muttered bitterly, making sure to slam the door as she left. Usually, Ró was a very calm and quiet person but like the weather she can be very unpredictable and violent, though thats only when shes extremely mad.
The sun shined brightly with a slight breeze blowing in from the hills. She stood still and closed her eyes, letting the wind blow through her hair. It was a nice feeling and never failed to calm her down.
As she walked to the harbour, she noticed that Britt wasn't joking about the "hot tourists." She had to blink when she saw an attractive frenchman wink at her from his hotel window. And almost ran into a hyper italian who was spouting something about pasta to his twin next to him.
"FELICIANO! SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
"Ve~ but pasta's good! Germa-" He was cut off by his brothers outburst.
"DON'T TALK ABOUT THAT STUPID POTATO EATING BASTARD IN FRONT OF ME!"
Ró sped up a bit, she never seen anyone who cursed that much. But she wasn't one to judge since she curses just as bad. Out of nowhere, she was suddenly pulled behind a wall. "Britt?!" Britt shushed her, an almost serious look on her face.
"Der er folk på udkig efter dig!"
"Pfft... nice one."
"Hvis jeg var sjov, ville jeg sige det på engelsk!"
"...Good point."
Britt looked around the corner, immediatly she started dragging Ró in the direction of her family's bakery. "Hurry and unlock the door." She said nervously, surprised by her friends nervous tone, she nearly dropped the keys. They entered quickly, the little bell above the door made a small tinkling sound.
Immediately, Britt locked the door. The bakery wasn't too small but it wasn't to big either. Empty display cases that had yet to be filled with pastrys and bread. A counter near the window for people to sit at and look out. A small flatscreen tv on the wall behind the cashier counter.
They headed into the kitchen. Old lights flickered before they fully lit up the kitchen. Britt went to sit at the table motioning for Ró to do the same. "Who's looking for me?" She asked as she sat down.
"These group of tourist."
"That gives me so much information, ami."
"Their from the nordic countries, maybe, is that better?"
"Eh."
"Anyways, while I was waiting for you at the docks after the ferry left. I got tired of waiting and left. On my way, to your house I passed by them asking Adi's mom about a missing child that washed ashore about ten years ago."
"What did you do?"
"One of them saw me, so i panicked and ran."
"But Ró I think they might be your family. Before I ran I got a good look at some of them and you do look like a few of them."
Ró froze, she didn't know how to react. The two friends stared at eachother for sometime. Before a knock, brought them back to their senses.
Britt ran to turn the lights off. The knocking stopped but the voices outside didn't. "You think their in there, Norge?" Britt started to make a whimpering sound. Ró knew she would regret doing it later but she had to do something.
She turned on the lights, grabbed an apron, some flour, and a random whisk. Smearing some flour on the apron and on herself, she held the whisk in a threatening matter. Walking to the door, she opened it roughly and stared at the two in front.
"As you can see were closed so come back later, please." She said coldly, the two were obviously surprised, probably weren't expecting a very pissed off faroese girl covered in flour. Just as roughly as she opened it she slammed it closed and locked it.
Poor Ró, didn't even look at them closely. If she did she would've seen the resemblance, just as quickly as Britt did.
Ró walked back into the kitchen and saw Britt holding the backdoor open. "Hurry!" She motioned, having no time at all to put everything away, Ró turned off the lights and ran. They ran without looking back.
The two nordics watched as the girls ran up the street and turned the corner.
"I didn't expect to find her that fast."
"Shes grown up, hasn't she?"
"Haha, she looks a little like me, doesn't she, norge?"
"Shut up dane, she obviously looks more like me and ice than you."
"Aww norge, don't be so mean."