Chapter 7
The shot never came. Something appeared in front of the eyes of Norway and attacked the terrorist. Norway gasped, he had barely time to see what it was - a puffin. And it wouldn't be alone for a long time. The terrorist shot at it, and Norway could have sworn that the bullet went straight through the bird. But instead of dropping dead to the ground, it exploaded into twenty puffins, all of which exploded into another twenty puffins. Before the terrorist could aim at Norway again, the air was full of puffins attacking him from all directions.
Norway turned around. Suddenly there was only one thought left with him. Iceland must be on the island. How did he get here?
He was still thinking about that when he passed out.
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Norway barely looked up even when he felt how someone placed a blanket over him. Then he just lifted his head enough to see that there was a police who had found him. Norway heard the policeman explain that they were going to evacuate the island, and got up, even though his legs trembled under him. At the same time, he pulled the blanket closer, it had already gotten quite cold, he thought - or there was only so much pain in the air. The policeman had reminded Norway of something, although he was over 1000 years old, he certainly did not look as someone over 1000 years. But he wasn't going to tell his age or identity to this policeman. At the moment, it just felt good to be taken care of by a safe and calm policeman.
But just to feel safe, Norway read the policeman's aura, just like he had done with the other one ... the one who wasn't a real police officer ... That's when Norway noticed something that was wrong ... this one wasn't a Norwegian police either...
