From what I gathered... Maja fell in love with an unageing, musical troll. Turns out her great-aunt (mormor's older sister) also loved this guy. He taught mormor how to play the fiddle.

Mormor's sister ended up pregnant & shunned from the family/village. The troll's mother is a water spirit who drowns anyone who loves or is loved by her son.

Mormor watched her sister drown. Andres was trying to save her, but to mormor's young eyes it looked like he was drowning her pregnant sister.

After her sister's death, mormor and her family moved across the ocean to where they're having Christmas dinner now.

"KUMIHO!"

I stared almost blankly at my grandmother, who was pointing at my girlfriend, Carmen. Something had occurred between them, since it wasn't normal for my grandmother to be this worked up about something, however she was angry. Very angry. Soon, Carmen showed the exact same fury, however she held back.

"Oh, so every single kitsune with Korean ancestry is automatically a fucking kumiho in your eyes, huh?! You racist piece of shit!"

"You will not take my son's liver! Get out! Get out you murdering piece of—"

"That's enough!" my grandpa shouted. "Honey, you're scaring the guest. The least you could do is offer her something to eat, such as the leftover fried tofu I'm heating up."

He was wise enough to not mention that it was a way to tell kitsune apart from kumiho. And, of course, Carmen's eyes sparkled at the mere mention of fried tofu. My grandmother left the room, grumbling to herself. My grandfather, however, pulled up a few more chairs before bowing to Carmen.

"Please forgive my wife's rudeness. As careful as she is, this was completely uncalled for. Should I make some tea for us?"

"Yes, please," Carmen replied, feeling a bit more relaxed and letting her 9 tails show. "I understand why your wife wasn't very kind towards me, but she really should be more careful with spotting a kumiho."

"I can't blame her, she often had to fight them off in the past. She'll warm up to you soon enough."

The grandmother was the little girl. I assume the original girl that died was her sister. It’s the same man in both stories.

I've actually never watched the underworld films, this was totally off the cuff lol but I'm not surprised it's been done before

Same. I’m getting that he’s fey and murdered/drowned the grandmother’s pregnant sister after she fell in love with him as a way to appease a stronger fey (the river?) who had some kind of control over him.

Same

Nice.

Stupid. I had been so..completely…utterly….ridiculously…..stupid.

A group of five dark figures surrounded where I had been tied to a chair. They wore basic red devil masks that they had probably found at their local Halloween store. Probably 50% off considering how long ago Halloween was. I was in the center of a room positioned under the only source of light, a flickering industrial-looking fluorescent bar that was hanging above me. The masked presences did little to concern me, although they were trying their best with intimating stances and weaponry such as a crowbar. What damage could they really do though, as I was already beating myself up more then they were about to.

I mean, truly, what kind of hero turns their back to an unobstructed fire escape just to freaking eat lunch. ‘Death by bologna sandwich’ was not going to look good on my gravestone.

Just as I was about to accept my impending doom at the hands of a bunch of Darth Maul-looking motherfuckers, a savior appeared! Barreling through the door behind the group, another masked figure slammed into the closest Darth Maul who was reeled back to strike me with his barbed wire-wrapped bat. Hoorah! A brawl began in front of me, and I was finally able to catch a glimpse of the person that had saved me and my eyeball from death at the hands of a Negan-wannabe. Black cape…black boots…shiny purple shirt- wait. That was no savior. That was my nemesis, who had by now defeated all my kidnappers, leaving them in a bloody heap on the ground. A black mask turned to look at me, and I could have sworn that it upturned to a hint of a smile.

“What? You didn’t seriously think I would let anyone but myself be the one to kill you, did you?”

It was then I realized that I had not, in fact, escaped death today.

##The Accordion's Corpse

Tyler lies on the ground with a bullet in his chest. His blood leaks onto the carpet. A few feet away from him, an accordion lies broken on the ground. Two inspectors stand over it.

“I’ve never seen an accordion abused this badly before,” Detective O’Bryan says.

“It’s truly a tragedy. How can someone do this to such a beautiful thing? Music makes magnificent melodies. Those melodies brighten people’s lives,” Detective Kozak replies.

“Excuse me. Could one of you call the ambulance?” Tyler lifts his head up.

“We’ll get to you in a second, sir,” Detective O’Bryan says.

“I think I might be able to make it,” Tyler replies.

“Can’t you see we’re in the middle of an investigation. Please give us a moment,” Detective Kozak says.

“Oh my god, I came as soon as I heard.” Mary enters the apartment.

“Mary, it’s so nice to see you,” Tyler says. Mary walks to the officers and steps on Tyler’s chest. “Damnit.”

“Who could’ve done such a thing?” Mary stands over the accordion.

“We don’t know. Cruel criminals create cheerful chaos. I expect whoever did this was a monster,” Detective Kozak says.

“I know who did it. It was Bob from downstairs,” Tyler says.

“Sir, this is a crime scene. Please be quiet,” Detective O’Bryan says.

“Really honey, you must stop being so impetuous,” Mary says.

“Should we bring it to the lab for testing?” Detective Kuzak asks.

“I don’t know. Movement might destroy it further,” Detective O’Bryan says.

“It was made in France in 1920 from caoutchouc. Truly a loss for the world,” Mary says.

“Wow, you’re a lucky woman for being in the presence of such an artifact,” Detective Kuzak says.

“I was the one who bought it.” Tyler yells and begins to choke as blood fills his mouth.

“Be quiet. Stop being so needy.” Detective Kuzak screams and slams his fist on the accordion, breaking it further. Detective Kuzak gasps when he realizes what he has done. “Oh no.” He crouches on the flood and holds up the remains.

“Nooooo.” Mary breaks down in tears.

“The wind cried again today as heaven lost an angel,” Detective O’Bryan says.

“I’m a monster.” Detective Kuzak’s hands shake.

“Screw every single one of you.” Tyler spits out blood for the last time as he dies on the floor. Detective O’Bryan, Detective Kuzak, and Mary all look at his corpse for several seconds before shrugging and continuing to weep over the destroyed accordion.

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I really like your take on this. It is something all of us can do. Little acts of kindness.

That would be quite cool

Ok, here's my Geese impression:

It’s said that the bullet that gets you is the one you least expect. The bird was in his grasp when an Acme anvil struck him from above. His head then yo-yoed away from his feet in defeat, as the bird called, “meep-meep,” from up the street.

I’ve never seen an accordion abused this badly before. Like caoutchouc in blood’s place, ink traced down his face as he gazed in his prey’s direction.

Like Charlie Brown’s rain cloud without the cloud, the wind cried on him again today. But his plot armor deflected despair, so his impetuous chase began anew.

WC: 100

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Thank you. I was very impressed with this. The addition of Swedish into the text added to the story, not detracted. It was well done. I'm a pretty harsh critic of writing, but this has been the best writing prompt response I've read so far this year. Kudos.

Thank you for the prompt. Glad you enjoyed it.

Yep, you're right.

"A wise wish would be something you'd never get without me."
"I wish for a friend."
"That's your wisest wish yet."

I get that being trapped in a lamp for eons can make one a bit cranky, but damn.

"I'm going to defeat you with the power of friendship! And this gun I found!"

Well written but I’m still confused what happened…

Thanks haha, you have my permission to steal it :D

I know this isn't going to happen, but I'm really hoping for an Elder Scrolls Dwarf reference

Mami Tomoe, Chris Yukine. Any magical girl from an edgy MG anime

I just realised reading this you weren't done! But i don't think anyone will really get my comment haha...

Haha, the fact that Hårgamannen was gonna be my first idea on this and I switched to fossegrim/strömkarlen is kinda funny. Good eye.

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