This is an actual place in Norway and I had to search this up to understand the place more. So sorry if this is not totally correct. There was only little information about the area.
Also while writing the rest of these parts, I was in the hospital with a splint to support my IV so I apologize for some typos.

-Pumpkin

You wished that you bought more parkas and gloves. You were freezing your ass up in the most northern place you've been too so far. Lukas was even shivering a bit from the cold. It was colder than Hammerfest. You had to stop by some villages to get supplies for the short stay on the inhabited island.

"So you're going to teach me how to be a hunter here is this place?"

"Yes, problem?" He asked.

"Yeah, it's cold as fuck here and there is only one house with a broken heater. Also, there's no wifi around here." You grumbled.

You were supposed to update your fanfic tonight, but you guessed that it just had to wait until January or February.

You stared at the house on top of the hill. The people from the village warned the both of you about the broken heater and that you both should bring firewood. You both entered the small house only meeting one small door at the edge if the corner while the rest of the house was like a small apartment. There was a kitchenette, a couch, a small dinning area with two chairs, a radio to communicate with the mainland or the villages, a first-aid kit on the wall nearby next to the fire extinguisher, a small dresser, and a small bed. There was a small fireplace that had a good distance between the bed and the couch.

You walked towards the couch and flopped on it. You groaned from the tiring trip, and the fact that you were almost out of breath from walking up hill with a heavy bag and some equipment.

"I'll take the couch, I like sleeping on the couch..." You groaned and snugged your face into the surprisingly warm couch. You expected it to be cold since no one was taking care of the house, but it was definitely very warm.

"I'll start the fire." Lukas announced.

You looked up and followed your companion with your eyes. You watched him closely. He's been acting strange lately. You didn't understand this. He was more approachable and you were more comfortable with him. You both grew closer like friends. You had no problem with that of course, but everything always went on strange.

You needed insect repellent in your stomach to keep the butterflies away, but it felt like no insect repellent can keep them away. The butterflies bothered you along with the heart beats that quickened its pace as you meet eye to eye. It bothered you more than the last call Amelia made telling you that she got lost in Belgium and ended up walking all the way to the Netherlands. You swore that she might've been drunk, but she remembered everything she has walked through.

"Hey, Lukas?" You spoke. "You said that you guys were only half-brothers, right?"

"Ja, why?" He ignited a match and threw it in the fireplace.

"Is Berwald Swedish? He seems fluent."

"Before we moved up here in Hammerfest with the others, Berwald was raised to be a fighter by his mother." Lukas poked the fire with the metal rod. "He moved in with us once his mother died from a hunt."

"What was she hunting?" You asked.

"Have you heard of the Russian lore of Baba Yaga?"

"But I thought that was a myth--" You paused for a while. "--then again I could see shit like you guys and fucking cults are everywhere."

Lukas scoffed.

"But they do exist, right? Like an actual being."

"Yes."

You wondered if all those other stories were real. From Sumerian mythology to the urban legends of today, you wondered if they all truly existed in this world. Imagine Slender Man walking around or maybe one day in the news you would see those stick climbing things from Russia climbing on your dorm building.

Baba Yaga gave you some chills. Your mother used to tell you stories on different folklores back then. Baba Yaga was a woman who flew in a mortar and wielded a pestle. She lived in a house that walks with chicken feet. People may find her for aid. Sometimes you were confused since in one story Baba Yaga were three sisters with the same name, and the third would eat you. You didn't really know which was which, but you weren't glad that the story is real.

It made you wonder more. If Baba Yaga is real then so is the Boogeyman? Maybe that was just you. So Chucky Cheese would be FNAF infested with those creepy animatronics? Or would the forest be guarded by Slender Man and kidnaps people?

Who the fuck knows man.

"Igni." You said and snapped your fingers.

Of course, nothing happened. You were a squib. You can't do magic. You knew elves could've been magic, but you guessed that you were really born without powers.

I would've been funny if fire actually sparked up when you did that.

"Igni." You heard recite Lukas as the room was suddenly filled with warmth.

You scoffed. "Show off."

"Scoot."

You sat up properly and moved a bit to give Lukas some space. He sat beside you quietly and opener an ancient book.

Your thoughts started to drift away to another place. You started to think about the magic. If you were a descendant of some mystical creature, then you might have a little spark in you or at least some cool stuff.

"Hey Lukas? I've been wondering," you said, "since I have a little elf blood in me, doesn't that mean that I can do magic?"

"Not all elves can do magic." Lukas replied. "They're similar beings to humans, but with sharper senses like an animal."

"Well, I don't have that," you laughed. "I needed glasses until I had laser surgery on my eyes."

"Lasic isn't permanent though." He added.

"Well, nothing is permanent." You shrugged. "I mean, we all live long lives, but someday we'll disappear."

"Are you sure that we'll all disappear?"

"What kind of question is that?" You looked at him with an eyebrow up.

"Just a question."

Nice cover up. You scoffed in the inside.

"Well, yeah. If you believe that a soul goes to Valhalla from dying, then I don't mind." You grinned. "I used to believe that we reincarnate to another person who looks like us because of that Ferrari owner thing, but now..."

You sighed and looked down. You weren't sure what you believed in. Inside, broken and helpless, yet you still yearn for that ounce of hope you've buried somewhere deep into the coldest chambers of your heart and mind. Everything in history has fallen down in different ways just because of beliefs, even though everything rise up from those beliefs. Pagan or not, it affects everything. People in the past go to war because of the differences they see, but never found out the similarities what the world would've never seen. The traditions may be different or the same, but hearing their history is all the same story we read or hear each time.

They fought, they won. We fought, we lost
We fought, we won. They fought, they lost.
He died. She died. They all died.
He lived. She lived. They all lived.
He divided and conquered, while he multiplied to conquer.

What are the odds? Everything is the same.

In hoc signo vinces...

In this sign, we will conquer.

The words of Constantine were the words people's strength. The belief from a dream. A dream that paved his way to lead his people. He rose. His power rose. The churches of the East and West were finally reunited. He fixed something that was broken. The belief fixed it.

But we all know that nothing can last forever.

Eventually, Constatine died. The great ruler is forever remembered. His legacy? Someone must bring on the legacy. He may have a lot of succesors, but no one could've done the same thing what he did.

We must learn to accept and move on... but when will that day come?

The prospects and subjects we all have encountered. The sword fights and gun fights that the world has ever heard from the mire. Wars and revolutions, the spark of the youth.

But when we follow the steps of science, it can be the same.

For every action, there is always an equal opposite reaction.

Newton's Third Law of Motion. The genius behind force. And the law that can be used in many ways by others.

It speaks history. An example can be the spark of World War I. The Assasination of Franz-Ferdinand. Both nations reacted quickly that resulted into war.

Action, reaction.

This quote from a movie called Le Chorale made you start thinking about the world more. There's always an outcome.

The actions you do for the things you've done will always have an outcome. Don't expect peace to come to you that easily.

"Well, I don't really know what to believe in right now." You sighed.

Your eyes began to grow heavy. You groaned and yawned.

"The people who I used to believe in are dead..." Your words trailed off as you felt drowsier.

"And," you yawned again. "I really love them you know. They're more valuable than anything else in the world."

Lukas was still silent.

"I wished I could've met my little brother though."