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Childs of North - Modern Ragnarök

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It was still dark. The birds were still sleeping and the only thing that could be heard was the cracking and creaking of the branches. The howl of the wind that made its way through the undergrowth and made the snow fly wildly around. Step by step the snow crunched under my feet. Then it became quiet. I enjoyed this silence every day anew. It only lasted for a few minutes, as if the forest wanted to give me a moment to gather strength. As if time stood still. And despite the cold around me, I got warm. It was the familiar warmth that I felt again and again as a child. Every year in winter I came to this forest with my parents. We played here. Raged. We were free ...

Suddenly the silence broke through a rustling in the bushes behind me. I jerked around and gave a short scream. The young man standing there had a face that was completely foreign to me. He raised his hands and took a step back. His short, dark hair had been completely disheveled by the wind. He was dressed entirely in black. Coat, shoes, and tight pants.

"Take it easy. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." His voice sounded quite adult, but it had a warm undertone. Goosebumps came over me and I grabbed my chest in which my heart was pounding hard against it, as if it was threatening to jump out. "Oh my god. I thought you were somebody else ... or what." He lowered his arms, which he had lifted soothingly, and came closer only slowly so as not to give me any false signals. "I'm really sorry. I just didn't know how long I really need to find my way through these branches." As he got closer, I recognized his face better.

He had some very distinctive but also gentle facial features. You could see a three-day beard, and the closer it got and the more I realized how small I was next to it. His eyes were quite bright. So bright that you could see it even in the dark. "Where do you have to go, if I may ask?" Unconsciously, I began to sift him. Now, up close, I was hardly sure of his age. When I only heard his voice and couldn't really see his face, I found him quite young. But now that he was standing in front of me, he looked like he was already in his early or mid-twenties. Of course it wasn't old age! However, at 17 years old, I would have been a chick.

He gave a short laugh. It made my heart beat faster again for a moment. His laugh was pleasant. "Please don't tell me. I'm not that old yet. But, to answer your question, I'm on my way to my new school. But somehow ... So let's say I would be grateful if you could guide me to Gremorian School. "He grinned sheepishly, but I raised my eyebrows in amusement and with a slight smile. "You're Kjell. You're going to my class." His eyebrows shot up. His eyes grew suspicious and he looked at me. “Sherlock Holmes is on his way again.” I had to laugh a little.

"Would you accompany me Dr. Watson? I'll show you the way, maybe your common sense will remember the way. I would have expected more from you. And that as a doctor." I put on an indignant face and shook my head while I crossed my arms. He bowed skillfully. “Forgive me, Mister uhh! Misses Holmes.” I raised my eyebrows and let my gaze study him. "'Misses'?" In the meantime he had straightened up, which is why I gestured with my head that he should follow me. He understood.

"Yes, Misses. Is there no Mister Holmes?" I couldn't help but laugh. "Okay, I've never been asked if I'm single. But no, there isn't." He grinned when he was caught. "Not that you think that I ... I just wonder.I mean, I'll be frank about what I think now. So, I always do. Get used to it. So ... you're not an ugly young woman, if you ... don't have a boyfriend, you either aren't interested in anyone because nobody is good enough for you. No is not to say that you are superficial or down-looking, but everyone has an idea. And if it doesn't fit, it doesn't fit. Then there is still the possibility that you would rather concentrate on school and therefore not look for a friend who would take away time that you could use for learning. Then there is the possibility that you have been hurt and are now afraid of letting someone approach you again. Or! Which is mostly the case. You are a psychopath "We looked at each other briefly.

I didn't quite know what to say. I didn't know what to think of him. But I knew one thing. I liked him. Then suddenly he smiled. It was a reassuring and almost familiar smile. “I don't want an answer, don't worry.” I couldn't shake the feeling that I could tell he was right about almost everything. But he didn't press me, he left me free. I turned my gaze forward and collect my thoughts which wandered for a moment. Back until a few weeks ago. I sighed and shook my head a little overwhelmed and shrugged my shoulders.

“Where are you from actually?” I heard a short, barely noticeable snort, which is why I looked at him again. I expected some annoyed face from the snort, but got a smile. "Norway. Tromso to be precise ..." "Isn't that the city where you can see the northern lights perfectly?" When he looked at me, his smile told me that my gaze had revealed that I was more than a little bit Enthusiasm for this topic felt. I bit my lip and quickly looked ahead. Usually boys or young men couldn't be so open about my joy. But we had brought up the right topic.

"Right. Have you seen the light before?" I shook my head a little, my shoulders sagging slightly. "No. How ... Is it really as nice as everyone says?" I slowly looked at him again, he smiled calmly. But then I looked ahead again. We had left the forest in the meantime and were now on a quieter country road. He walked next to me with calm steps. “It is.” Suddenly he gave a short little laugh. "Every time the time came and my brother tried to get me to bed, he failed miserably." "Another one who loves the northern lights as much as I do." I had to smile. When I looked at him, he smiled too. “You'll love it even more once you've seen it live.” My smile widened.

"I hope I get the opportunity someday ..." "Well, if we should befriend each other then I can take you with me when I go to visit my family." Unintentionally, I jumped up briefly, raked myself to him and did it cutest smile on that i owned. “Do we want to be friends?” He looked at me, suddenly looked at me hurt. "Just because you want to take advantage of me ...?" I let go and my eyebrows furrowed uncertainly. "I ... what? No of course not me ..." I was interrupted by his loud laugh. I sighed in relief. For a little moment I really thought that my words had hit him. "Very funny!" I punched him lightly in the arm, then he looked at me with a smile. “Where did you get your strength from, you battle hamster?” I looked at him for a moment with my mouth open, but he looked at me with a challenging flash in his eyes. Then we both stopped and looked ahead.

Blue lights could be seen in the distance. Without even knowing what had happened I became uncomfortable.Our place was so small that everyone knew everyone. And actually nothing ever happened here. Maybe a couple of break-ins from some half-strength. But otherwise nothing ever happened. Above all, never that a real police operation was necessary. Over time, we noticed some police cars and an ambulance. Kjell and I looked at each other briefly. "Can't we just walk to the next bus stop? Or is it too far away? I mean then we don't have to go past ..." I bit my lip briefly. "The nearest bus stops are a half-hour walk away. Besides ... the whole street seems to be tight. Must have been a car accident." I pointed to the barriers that really blocked the whole street. The bus wouldn't get through there. The footpath was free, but I didn't really want to go past the spectacle. I have to add that I was very curious. No, I wasn't one of those accident gawkers, but I often couldn't help but look. And if such a large part of the street was cordoned off, it was probably not a really nice sight either.

“We can go through the forest, right?” I winced at Kjell's words which tore me from my thoughts. For a moment I just stared at him before I only looked briefly at the said forest, then my gaze wandered back to him while I shook my head. "The path is too bumpy there. In addition, the river is somewhere in between, which is hidden by the ice and snow when we break in-" "Oh nonsense. I used to go hiking with my grandfather, I know a little about forests Let's go through the woods, okay? We don't necessarily have to go there. "

I pressed my lips together. I didn't know why, but I was just ... afraid. Yes, I was scared. It usually took a lot to scare me, but this situation was so overwhelming that it pulled me to my core. Kjell gave me a calm and patient look, I nodded slightly. He nodded towards the forest and slowly walked down the small slope, when he was down he turned to me and held out his hand to help me down. While it looked elegant and skillful on him, it probably looked like a walrus on me.

He let go of my hand and smiled a little. Inadvertently I began to pout. “What?” He shook his head and raised his hands defensively. “I didn't say anything.” I pulled my lower lip forward harder. “You're making fun of me inside!” “And how. Inside I'm dying of laughing.” I punched him in the arm again, he gave a short laugh. "Careful, not that you hurt yourself." I furrowed my eyebrows. I had to admit that I had long ago. The fabric of his jacket was damn hard and now it was pulling through my hand. But I wouldn't let him have this triumph.

"Never. Come on, run in front of Watson." He laughed again. That calm soothing laugh again, then slowly walked ahead. I followed closely, trying to follow in his footsteps with my feet. For a while we went on quietly. In some places I held on to him for a moment. Stomping through here was still something different from going the normal route. I knew the forest so far, but it was extremely dark and the