A New Start

Prologue

  He was dying, but the blonde smiled for the first time in a very very long time. He smiled as wide as possible because he was happy. Happy that he knew that someone could look after the country when he's gone.

"Such a pitiful creature." The man in front of his said raising the gun again. Lukas recognized that fact that his body still had some strength left and decided to not go out without a fight, like the viking he still was at heart. His right hand extends out from his body as he summons his ancient hammer, and his assailant looks at him like he was crazy, "Don't try to fight back, especially not with that. It won't make any difference." Lukas just closes his eyes, opening them when the familiar feeling of his magic courses through him, casting a green glow over him.

Behind the dying nation a green creature stood tall and proud. The troll smiles, happy to serve his master just once more before he disappears. Lending the Norwegian his strength he moves on to someone else. The gunman watches as Lukas lunges at him, he's frozen in fear. Sure he'd heard stories of how powerful Norway was, but he never expected him to use his magic in this.

"I think... that you're the one to be pitied here, young man." Lukas says quietly as he brought the hammer down on his head. He looks down at his work and sends the rest of his magic away from himself. Collapsing, Lukas smiles again and coughs. He couldn't get rid of all of his power which he was grateful for. He sends a message out to the rest of the Nordics, telling them to live on happily. He closes his eyes and fades away.

Meanwhile in a house in the Norwegian forest a young man feels the rush of death and power that flows into him, along with an overwhelming sense of grief and sadness.