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A/N: Hey, everyone!
And here we are. The beginning of our very first story. :) This was solely done but Castor, what we call 'a selfie'. It's rather hard and usually short because we have a hard time working with ourselves in the scenes.
Enjoy! Please review!
What happened?
Norway's library was a very large library. Books lined every one of the nearly seven foot tall shelves which seemed to continue on forever. The ceiling was domed and painted with constellations, the North Star a brilliant red. The nation himself was sitting at one of the few tables positioned near the entrance of the room, his eyes fixed on the tome that lay before him.
"Let's see," Norway murmured to himself. "It has to be here somewhere." Turning the pages, he scanned the words carefully and his heart thudded excitedly in his chest.
Norway straightened up and cleared his throat. He read the words to himself one last time before speaking a clear tone:
"The past is the past," Norway said, his voice ringing through the library. "The future will come. Now is the present. Allow there to be what once was." There was a sudden explosion and the room was filled with a billowing dark smoke.
One of the library's oak doors swung open on silent hinges and Iceland stumbled in, coughing. He froze when he spotted Norway lying on the floor with a stunned look on his face.
"Norge?" Iceland stifled another cough. "What happened?" His eyes roamed over the menacing smoke and the tipped over chair.
"A spell went wrong," Norway said as he sat up, rubbing his head. His younger brother shook his head in disbelief.
"How many times do I have to tell you, Norge?" he asked exasperatedly. "There's no such thing as magic."
"There is too," Norway snapped. "None of you seem to understand that." Iceland just sighed, knowing he would never talk sense into his brother.
"Let's just open the windows and let the room clear up." Iceland coughed again, as if to make a point.
"Fine," Norway said. "But one day you will all see magic does exist." Iceland gave him a strange look before helping him open the windows of the library. Small snowflakes speckled the dark night, falling in a fine dust on the frozen ground. As Iceland turned to leave the library, Norway stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.
"Ice . . ." Norway's face was so serious it worried Iceland for a moment.
"Já, Norge?" Iceland asked nervously.
"I need you to say it," Norway said with a straight face. Iceland gave an inward sigh of relief but rolled his eyes all the same. He left for his bedroom with Norway following him, chanting under his breath.
"Big Brother . . . Big Brother . . . Big Brother . . ."
The dark smoke from the spell filtered slowly out of the library in a light fog, mingling with the clean smoke. Where the snow and fog met, there was a spattering of gold sparks. A northern wind caught the fog by the tail and spread it across the earth, unleashing a new menace.
A spell went wrong.
A/N: What did you think?
Well, what did I say? Rather short. I remember how much Castor hated this chapter. But we had to play it, or else there would be no understanding where the whole mess had started from.