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Norway: Lukas Bondevik

Iceland: Emil Steilsson

Such a bother. It' so hard to get blood out of clothing. These thoughts ran through my mind as I stared down at my black shirt now covered in crimson blood from my newest victim. He lay on the ground blood still pooling out of his wounds that I had inflected. This man had put up a fight; it just made the job even more hard after all killing people is a hard job to do.

My name is Lukas Bondevik, age 19; I live within a small town in the kingdom of Tendorium. In case you have not figured it out by now I am an assassin. I don't necessarily enjoy my job but I'm good at it and it pays extremely well so that is why I'm still at it.

I kick my victim's body flipping him over to look at his face. I could see the light slowly fading away from his once light green eyes.

"Thank you. Here is your pay." A young woman stepped out from her hiding spot. She had been the person that hired me to kill him. Apparently he was very abusive and she wanted nothing more than to be rid of him. She handed me a small brown sack of coins. I nod at her as a sign of my thanks. I placed the sack of coins in my coat pocket.

I then quickly yet silently scurry out of the window that was nearby and head off back into the cold night. There are no lights in the village that I live in, all go by daylight mainly for the reason that fairies and pixies are attracted to light and it is rumored that they will murder you in your sleep. What people do not realise due to folklore is that it is not fairies or pixies that will murder you in sleep but people like me, assassins.

The black of the night makes it near impossible to see, but I'm used to the dark so I can maneuver throughout the town back to my home without difficulty. I opened the wooden door to my cabin slowly, careful not to wake my brother who was currently asleep in his own room.

If you want to know his name is Emil Steilsson. He is 2 years younger than me, do the math. He's what we call a 'pup'; basically he's in training to become an assassin. He always gets upset whenever we call him a pup… It's actually really cute.

Anyway back to the story. I could hear Emil's soft snoring through the walls of the house causing me to smile a tiny bit. I stepped into my cabin causing the floor boards to squeak just a bit. I closed to the door behind me slowly until I heard the click meaning that it's fully closed.

I kicked off my boots not really caring where they landed and my coat was hung over one of the wooden chairs that sat in the dining room close by.

I then tip-toed 'till I arrived inside my bedroom. It wasn't a grand bedroom at all, the only objects inside were a bed, two bedside tables, one with a candlelit lamp, and a dresser. I quickly flicked off my bloody clothes onto the floor beside the bed before climbing into the warmness of the bed. I closed my eyes listening to the muffled sound of Emil's snoring as I fell into a dreamless sleep.

(A/N)

Ta-da~ here is the intro to my new DenNor story! Yes I know the intro is terribly short, but I should have the next chapter out soon.

I hope that you all enjoyed it, leave me a review and let me know what you think of it!

Also the italics are his thoughts just in case you didn't know.

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