A/n: I want to welcome everyone to the Book of puffin feathers and the nord.

I feel really excited to be writing this after the success of Puffin Island. I truly hope we can have as much fun with this as before. Note this takes place a week or two after the end of Puffin Island. Thank you everyone- Kita On'nanoko Laurant


I sipped my beer slowly as I listened to my neighbor William talk about his birthday skype with his father and mother. It had been 14 years since his father, Al, had married a German woman named Clara. William's twin brother named Dace had gone to collage in their birth country of England and he wasn't going to be home for their 20th birthday. William felt a little lonely and I could understand why. All of his family was abroad (his parents were in Italy, visiting the southern countryside). I let him stay over for as long as he wanted. I even gave him his first bit of alcohol.

It seems that we were up late, like about 1 am. I didn't pay too much attention, though. I was truly only worried about William getting drunk or sick and my stomach cramps. I still had an eating disorder and it was normal to feel pain in my stomach. I just took pain reliever twice a day.

"Hey Annika?" William said as I was about to get up and get pain reliever

"Is something wrong?"

"No, it's just a question."

"Well what is it?" I asked, curious

"How old are you?"

I knew he'd ask that question some day, I just put it off that it wouldn't be until he was in his 40's.

"18, why do you ask?"

"Why do you look the same as when I was a young boy?"

I sighed.

"William, do you know about the many small islands north of here?"

He nodded

"Do you know about the volcanic islands to the south of mainland?"

"Yes"

"Do you know about the tiny islands east of mainland?"

"I do, but how does that answer my question."

"I getting there. Now, imagine, a being who is the personification of them."

"So a human that is all the islands. The islands are still there, but they are represented by a human."

"You get the gist of it. I am the islands."

William looked shocked. I just smiled softly. He was still young yet and he had to absorb all of this at once. Wow, I sound old.

"Unlike average people, we live until we are killed. When I mean killed, I mean like a natural disaster ruins the whole landmass or a when a country or in my case, land, is abandoned due to war or hunger. We see the history unfold right before us."

"Did you see vikings?" William asked

"Yes. When I came here from Norway with a man who I thought had the same blood as myself I did. That man was one. He later destroyed what is now our peaceful capital. Then I was captured by some later on and I was a slave to one, who like me was a landmass." I paused to take a breath "So you see, I am 18 on the outside, but I'm really about 900 years old."

"Amazing.." William said awestruck

"I don't really love it. I wish I could die like a human." I said sadly, walking to the bathroom.

I grabbed two pain killers out of the cabinet and swallowed them with water. I looked over and noticed that William had followed me. A curious look was on his face.

"Why do you take pain medicine?" he asked me

"Long story."

"Can you tell me?"

"Willy" He hated when I used that name. "You're prying. Didn't Clara teach you not to? I think I did."

"You did, but-"

"Ah! Don't ask. It's too long and your still a bit immature. I'll tell you some day when you can understand it more."

"You sound like a granny." he complained

I just gave him a look and I returned to the kitchen where my beer was still. I quickly drank it down and the effect of the alcohol came down hard. Then I drank some mineral water to soften it up. William sat back down, but I still stood there.

"I'm heading for bed, okay? Turn the light off when you're done. No more than what you've got in the bottle."

He nodded and I went up stairs to my bedroom. I locked the door and I walked quickly (almost running) to the bathroom that was accessible only from my room. I threw up in the toilet for a half a minute straight. I was surprised that I could hold it that long..


Taking those pain-killers after drinking wasn't the best idea in the world, but I dared not to take more. This in case that it didn't come up with puke. An overdose would be fatal.

Throwing up was average with the pain. My limit for how much I could consume of anything was random and I didn't know until I my stomach was hurting or I was throwing up. I wished that the problem would go away, but it wouldn't and it would take a lot of money to even think about curing it. Money that I simply didn't have.

Since the fall of the economy a few years before, money was tight. Jobs were out of the question half the time. Prices were rising. For me it wasn't too bad, because shopping that a family of three would use up in a week would last several weeks for me.