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[This is an extra from my other book, The Diary of Secrets, -Love the Ancients, in celebration of my IceNor chapter!]
"Once upon a time, there lived a sad and lonely boy. He barely made it through the day and wondered during the night. Alone he was. The teasing at school and the fighting at home made him miserable. Not a friend or loved one he had.
One night as he was roaming alone, a strange man dressed in all black came up to him.
'Are you lost, dear boy?' the man asked. The boy shook his head and continued walking.
The following night he once again walked, running into the man another time.
'Are you lost, dear boy?' the man asked. The boy shook his head and continued walking.
Every night when the boy went for walks he ran into the man. Over and over again the man would ask, 'Are you lost, dear boy?' to which his just shook his head and continued walking.
Years passed and the boy was fifthteen, yet he still ran into the man every night. The same question was asked, 'Are you lost, dear boy?' and the same reply was given, a shake of the head and then walking away.
Everything was the same until one day the teasing at school went to far. The boy cried as he walked through the night. He came to a familiar spot when a voice rang around the area, 'Are you lost, dear boy?'
'Yes.' the boy whispered.
He started to choke on the air, struggling to get oxygen into his lungs. He couldn't. The last thing the boy ever saw was the saddened face of the man cloaked in a black before everything faded.
The man sigh, 'Another lost soul you were, dear boy.' and with that he walked away, fading into the night."
Iceland tilted his head to the side, "What does that story mean, big brother." the young colony asked.
Norway smiled, "Death can face you at anytime in your life. The choices you make can affect your future. Because the boy ignored death for so long he survived through life, but because he talked to death that night, Death took him away."
The young boy was still confused, "But why did Death take the boy away?" he questioned.
"Because if everyone lived, then the world would be too crowded. Death can be unfair to people, but if there is even a tiny reason, then his will take hold of it. It's his job."
"But why did he take the boy?"
"Because the boy felt so miserable. Since he felt that way, Death ended it for him." Norway finished. "Now, time for bed."
Iceland tiredly look up at Norway, "Will Death take big brother away from me?"
Norway stroked Iceland's hair tenderly, "No," he assured, "big brother will always be here."
Iceland smile and finally fell asleep. Norway let out a sigh and looked out the window, thinking of the true story. Not the story of the boy who ran into Death every night and turned him away only to talk to him in the end, but the story of a boy who owned a gun and took a walk every night, asking himself if it was time to go or not. In the end, the outcome was the same.
Present day:
Iceland stared at Norway from his spot on the couch, "I figured it out." he stated simply.
Norway raised a questioning eyebrow, "Figured what out?"
"The story about the boy and Death." Norway tilted his head to the side as if to say 'Oh really?'. "It was actually a story about a depressed boy who was bullied at school and his parents always fought. He owned a gun - probably from one of his parents drawers - and would take it with him on his walk each night. Every time he would ask himself if he should end it all. He always didn't. The bullying at school became too much and he finally finished it, therefore ending his suffering. Am I correct?"
Norway let a tiny smile grace his face as he stood up and walked to the door, "Spot on."
Iceland called out to him before he could leave the room, "What I don't understand is why you told me the story."
Norway didn't even turn around. He just answered with a simple, "Who knows?" and left the room, closing the door behind him.
Iceland stared, utterly confused. He was hiding something, wasn't he? Iceland would figure it out, he was sure of himself.
Behind the door, Norway rubbed his wrist, 'Should I have given him the hint?' he asked himself, 'We'll seeā¦'
With that, the Norwegian walked away.
