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Castor
Norway's library had not changed much over the past twenty years. Though new books had been added to her collection and the shelves were becoming rather crammed, the ceiling was still vaulted and the shelves rose high into the air.
Norway had a sense of dejá vu as she sat at one of the tables in the center of her library. An ancient tome sat before her once more. This time, though, she was hard-set nothing was going to go wrong. She was not going to start another World War.
The house had been rather empty as of late. Normally Korea would be exploring the never-ending halls or even the labyrinth that was the basement; and when he wasn't doing any of those things he was talking nonstop to Norway. But Korea had had to return home after Mongolia had disappeared into North Korea's land after China had tried to force her to learn Chinese. Denmark and Sweden had been dragged off to their wives' (married and not) houses.
Norway stopped at a page in the tome. Etched onto the page was the image of a mirror with writing engraved in the ornate edges. Reading the words carefully, Norway's curiosity was peaked. The spell was supposed to cause mirrors to show the hidden truth about whoever looked at their own reflection.
Norway cleared her throat and straightened up.
"The past which was," Norway recited in Old Norse. "Let it come froth now and reveal itself."
There was a split moment of silence before a miniature explosion released smoke throughout the entire library. Norway was thrown from her seat to the floor with the book toppling past her head.
Coughing into her hand, Norway conjured up an icy wind to clear the room. Thankfully nothing had been damaged in the spell's explosion.
"It's a good thing Bror wasn't here," Norway muttered to herself, standing and brushing herself off. "He probably would have collapsed by now." Denmark was having slight issues with his asthma and smoke would not have helped him one bit.
Moving to one of the tall windows, Norway threw it open. The wind slowly seeped out with the smoke, clearing the library completely.
"Before you go, Nord, (North,)" Norway said to the wind. "Tell the idiot to be safe." The windy form of a wyrm nodded once and disappeared into the night.
Norway's attention was still on the smoke. She didn't notice a pair of hands reaching through the mirror hanging over the fireplace. Pale fingers gripped the edges of the mirror and strained to drag the body from the mirror.
A muffled thump echoed through the room and Norway turned around in surprise.
"Hva?" Her eyes widened and a scream erupted from her mouth before the house fell completely silent.
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Don't forget to check this out: Return to the Viking Age (Redone). I'm re-editing Return to the Viking Age to see how far I've come!