Chaos, Ragnarök -Fjor Jutul-

NY GUT - Part I

Someone once said : "There are moments when even to the sober eye of reason, the world of our sad humanity may assume the semblance of Hell."

Helja whispered the words of her favorite author under her breath. She let her index finger trace the graphic letters, letting herself be carried away by the sweet dark poetry of her favorite author. It was probably the only thing that kept her going on that long endless road trip. 

Helja was currently trapped between her two brothers, Magne and Laurits. All three were in the back of their family car while much of their meager belongings were stored inside the box in the passenger seat alongside their mother, Turid Seier.

If she believed their mother's optimistic words, they were on their way to their whole new life. A new start, she said. In reality, it was just one more move in order to control Magne's excess of anger. He had a few... let's say... special qualities. Again, what Turid said, not her. In truth, it was just a shortcut to hide the fact that their brother was a recluse with dyslexia issues. He also had little excesses of anger to deal with but which didn't lose his temper in this hypocritical world.

In any case, Helja certainly wasn't going to throw stones at him first. She wasn't particularly advanced in managing her anger. The only daughter of two boys, she was struggling to find her place. Especially since she seemed to share more similarities with her older brother rather than the little black sheep of the family. With the exception of the morbid and emotional side of Laurits, that they met. That said, if she were to be honest with herself, Helja would just say that no matter who was in her family, they were all a little weird in their own way. They were definitely a small family of four with serious problems. Helja even believed that she and her family could fill an entire therapy practice with all of their problems.

But back to reality. They were already on their fifth move. And Turid had found nothing better than to bring them back to the starting point.

Edda.

The city where their parents grew up and where Helja and her brothers were born.

A small coastal fishing village deep in Norway. The landscape was magnificent. Large mountains as far as the eye can see, terrible weather and a huge lake that borders the whole of the picturesque small town. On paper, Edda had it all. In reality ? It was anything but attractive.

Helja had never been a city person, but she knew very well what she was losing by burying herself in the small town of Edda. It was as if she was giving up the freedom of anonymity. It was just like in those movies. Small towns were like that. Everyone knew each other. There was absolutely no mystery.

The proof, she didn't even have to look up from her book to say all that. Her description of the city came straight from Google. She just had to watch to figure out what kind of new trouble their mother was planning to lead them into.

Suddenly, Hel felt a slight nudge in her ribs. She immediately frowned at the annoying touch before giving a quick glance at the only possible culprit in her eyes. Unsurprisingly, Laurits motioned for her to take off her Airpods before signing their mother on the front of the car in explanation.

Helja amplified her slight frown before giving a glance to their mother's back just to see Turid give her an impatient look through the rearview mirror.

Helja arched an eyebrow in disinterest before removing an earpiece from her ear in annoyance."Sorry, you were saying?"

"Yep, we're really-"

Turid was quick to cut off Laurits's sarcastic comment as she pointed to her new workplace in excitement."Say hi to Mom's new workplace."

However, it wasn't long before Helja put on a repulsed expression at the sight of the huge factory contrasting with the idyllic landscape. Right, she forgot to mention the huge major problem in this city. Obviously, they cared little for the ecological future of the world.