The Artist

My father Magni always despised the Motherlands, and I'm no fan either, but I still go to the yearly summer gatherings that started when I was sixteen. The Northlands, Motherlands, and Old Europe each sends five future leaders. The Europeans are arrogant, the Motlanders are naïve, and neither of the groups seem to understand or accept that we Northlanders are born to lead.



This year, we postponed the gathering four months, and since we're hosting here in the Northlands, our guests were going...