INGRID (ENGLISH VERSION)

UAITHNIA

My parents were away for almost nine months. They would come home, as soon as I would have started the First Grade of High School. And of course, our friend Johanna hadn't stayed at our place for 9 whole months. However, she was coming back and forth. Also, my own best friend, Ivanna was there, who moved to Karasjok and was spending time with my sister too. Around March, Johanna had to start working, as she would say, and she was locking herself in a room, trying to compose music. She was saying that she should release a new album soon. I think I forgot to talk about Johanna's music. In the beginning, she was rarely composing her own music and was usually a performer, but this wasn't necessarily negative. Of course, she had all the ideas and the ways, in which the albums would be done. However, when her band released their first album, Stille, she was only 16 years old and had no great experience in composing music. Her voice, though, is so special and unique -and I'm not biased at all, because she is my sister and I love her-, that I don't think that people really care whether she's writing her own songs or not. But in later years she had started to write her own songs exclusively by herself. And of course, the style of music she was playing was something between folk and alternative with many Celtic and Sami elements. Many people say that her music is, in many ways, similar with mine one. I find this to be quite logical, for the reason that we are sisters, thus we obviously view music -and life, itself, to a great extent- with the same eyes. And furthermore, of course, there were no few times where I've put my strokes in her songs or vice versa.

However, during that time, Johanna was extremely disappointed, as no idea could get in her head. She could write neither music, nor think of any idea for her next album. She was often accusing herself, saying she was useless and that her own songs should always be written by others. But I didn't like hearing her speaking so harshly about herself, because I knew she was incredible, concerning not only her voice, but also her composing abilities. So I told her "It's quite natural that you are stuck. First, you need a break from all this thing, so that your mind can be unblocked. And secondly, you're not at your own place, in order to be comfortable and write".

A few days later, I read a story by chance in Wattpad website and it was about the daughter of an Elvenking and her name was Uaithnia. The story resembled a lot of Lord of the Rings with Arwen, Elrond's daughter. On the other hand, the name Uaithnia sounded quite nicely to my ears and I wanted to write a story about a girl bearing the same name. And this is what I did. So, I started to write a tale, which I'll present right here:

Once upon a time lived a  15-year-old girl, whose name was Uaithnia* (*Even though I had a beautiful childhood and my family took care of me, Uaithnia's character resembled little Ingrid a lot. I was a rather scared child and I constantly seeked for protection close to Johanna) in an urban place. However Uaithnia was a very unfortunate girl, as her parents were not what  the kinds of people that anyone would expect them to be. She was neglected, absolutely on her own, had no friends, locking herself in her own room and anything she could receive from her family was rejection and bad criticism against her. Every night, little Uaithnia wished to escape from this nightmare and get away. In the end, some night she slipped secretly away from home and wandered alone. She didn't have the slightest idea where she would go. Being now homeless, she headed towards the big highway with the great underground bridges* (*Next to Tromsø Railway Station, in the highway, there were some underground bridges and some homeless people used to sleep there, and they had even created, in a way, their own small community and reality. Some of them had even created a small troupe, that was called "Theatre of the New World" or "Theatre Under the Bridge") She went down to one of those bridges and lived there. She lived there for long days and long nights, until some morning that an old man appeared to her with long white heard and a full beard* (Something just like Gandalf), who introduced himself as Old Alchemist. So, this Alchemist came from the medieval era and could predict the future. He told Uaithnia that all those problems had started since his own times and that she could go back in the past and change history. In the end, Uaithnia goes back to medieval times, without her vision though, she is taught all about alchemy and how to play the harp, and through her music she achieves to transmit her message to people.