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The first who knew it was Iceland. Obviously. Someone has to know about it to keep it a secret after all.
How long he knows, he wouldn't be able to say but no matter what he might tell himself, he was still fascinated by it.
Magic.
"Magic doesn't exist", he says.
"That's just some stupid thing kids believe in ", he says.
"It's unrealistic. It doesn't make sense ", he says.
"Magic doesn't exist." ,he says.
Ice is lying. He knows that he is.
He wishes he weren't.
If you think about it, it shouldn't come as much of a surprise considering he is directly related to Norway. A member of the "Magic" trio.
Magic is Norways thing. Not Icelands. If it were his thing, Emil would be even more similar to Lukas. That can't happen. Magic's childish. Something Iceland is not.
Everyone has secrets. It can vary everely on how many one has, how extreme they are and for how many people it even is one, but everyone has them.
Japan has them.
Seychelles has them.
Hungary has them.
Prussia has them.
America has them.
Iceland has them too.
This one in particularly is meant to never be discovered by anyone. Ever.
Especially not by Norway. Let's hope he really does not find out.