Warning: Possible inaccuracy of History ;A;
Anyway after seeing a picture on DevinatArt it gave me inspiration to write this 83 Thank you SilverPheonix13.
Also I'm kinda basing it off of what I saw in said picture...
A young blonde haired boy walked through the forest, passing graves and such. He ignored the grieving familys.
The sky grew dark as he walked, it grew cold.
He stopped at a small flower, the petals used to be bright and beautiful. It was simply ugly and smashed down.
The small flower was useless and if anyone had looked at it, would have thought it was a simple flower.
They would have been wrong.
That flower represented the population of his country; Norge.
He stared blankly at it, his usual blank eyes now filled with crystalline tears. He struggled to hold them back, succeeding.
He fell to the ground.
His hands clutched protectively in front of his heart.
"Mine barn ... mine barn er døende!" He whispered.
"Ja, ja dine barn er døende" A raspy voice sounded mocking.
He looked over towards the voice.
An elderly looking woman with gray skin, a black cloak covered her body as if a shield from what lay under neath. Across her back was a broom and a rake.
His eyes widened,
"Pesta..."He whispered.
"Du har gjettet bra, gutt" She floated forward, the cloak billowing out behind her moving figure. He felt sharp fingers on his shoulder.
The rake now crossed in front of him.
"Folk vil nå nu dø" she lent closer to his ear "Dine barn vil nå dø, og du kan ikke stoppe det" She cackled.
"Hvorfor? Hvorfor gjør dere dette til Norge? mitt folk? Meg?" He whispered.
"Fordi hver nasjon har en tid til å falle, er det nå tid for deg" He felt the smirk on Pesca's face. The rake disappeared as well as the figure behind him.
His final shield broke as well as his hold on tears that threatened to fall.
He crouched over the flower and started to sob.
He wanted everything to end.
He wanted people to stop dieing.
Though, he knew that could not happen. His desperate please was worthless really.
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A few years later after the Plague had vanished, his dreams though filled with horrible and gorey images he was happy.
Yet due to certain reasons Norway made a union with Denmark.
Said Union lasted for about four hundred years.
Even then he suffered from night terrors.
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"Ring around the rosyA pocketful of posies 'Ashes, Ashes' We all fall down!" Children chanted.
My children ... My children are dying!
Yes, yes, your children are dying
You've guessed well, boy
People will now die
Your children will die, and you can not stop it
Why? Why are you doing this to Norway? my people? Me?
Because each nation has a time to fall, it is now time for you
Um...yeah ^_^'
Odd no?
I'm actually not ashamed of this :3 Blam my art teacher for tellin' us 'bout the Black Plague.
I'm ashamed though of the people in my class V_V When someone asked where that happened my teacher Europe and someone asked what's Europe ._. Seriously!
Anyway I hoped you liked :D
Neko: No, no one likes it
Me: Ya' need ta' stop ruining my dreams!
Neko: Of what? Becoming a Hobo?
Me: *Shifty eyes* No...!