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Norge, what happened?
Norway sat at a desk in his large library, eyes fixed on the tome that lay before him.
"Let's see," he murmured to himself. "It has to be here somewhere." Turning the page he read the words carefully and his heart leapt. This was it! The spell he was looking for. Clearing his throat, he read the words in a ringing voice that echoed off the tall shelves surrounding him.
"The past is the past, the future will come, now is the present. Allow there to be what once was." A loud explosion filled the room with dark smoke. The door 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, what happened?" Iceland stifled another cough.
"A spell went wrong." Norway sat up rubbing his head. His younger brother shook his head in disbelief.
"How many times do I have to tell you, Norge? There's no such thing as magic."
"There is too," Norway snapped. "None of you seem to understand that." Iceland sighed in defeat. There was just no getting through to his brother.
"Let's just open the windows and let the room clear up." Iceland coughed again to make his point.
"Fine, but one day you will all see that magic exists." Iceland gave his brother a strange look before helping him open the windows to 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 . . ." His face was so serious that Iceland was worried for a moment.
"Yeah, Norge?" Iceland asked nervously.
"I need you to say it," Norway said casually. Iceland gave an inward sigh of relief and rolled his eyes. He left for his bedroom but Norway followed him chanting under his breath.
"Big brother . . . big brother . . . big brother . . ."
The dark smoke filtered out of the library in a light fog, mingling with the clean snow. A northern wind caught it by the tail and spread it across the earth, unleashing a new menace.
A spell went wrong.