Long ago, where magic and kingdoms belonged, in a small kingdom a king and queen had a beautiful baby boy. They loved him dearly and never let him out of there sites. For a cruel, heartless, sorcerer had sworn vengeance upon the king. The sorcerer, or the kings step brother, had not been invited to the kings wedding and promised to return after their first child was born and take it.

A week past after the child's birth and there had been no sign of the king's step brother. That was until one night the baby just…disappeared. Putting the kingdom into grief and the king set out searches. But all returned with no prince.

…

Tino sighed as he rested his chin in his hand and gazed out the window. There was a garden and a tall wall. Beyond the wall the Finn could see just the tops of trees. His amethyst eyes gazed all the outdoors he could.

He has spent all his 18 years of life in this home, serving Ivan, drawing, and talking with the red dragon that guarded house.

Tino gasped as he saw Ivan riding up the drive. The boy quickly stood and scurried to his closet and pulled out a small pot. In it was some dust. Tino quickly rustled up his, feather like, blond hair and rubbed some of the dust onto his face and a little on his sleeves.

Ivan entered the house just as Tino put the pot away, "TINO!"

The Finn rushed down the stairs, almost tripping, "Yes my lord?"

"Were you drawing again?" Tino shook his head, "Good. All your chores complete?" The boy nodded, "Very good. You are dismissed for now…Clean up and you may draw, da," The Russian shooed Tino back up the stairs.

The Finn sighed sitting at his desk, pulling out a pencil and paper. He sighed remembering his dream from the previous night and began to sketch. It was a man that was tall with sharp icy blue eyes with glasses and shaggy wheat blond hair…

…

Mathias, king of his kingdom, sighed looking out the window. His queen, though a man, walked up behind him, "You still will not give up…"

Mathias turned to Erik, "How can I…WE? He was our only child…and will only EVER be…You know that…"

The Norwegian's, normally emotionless, eyes were filled with grief, "I know…And I miss him as much as you, with that more. I gave birth to him…"

The Dane's gaze hardened, "I know it was my step brother, Ivan, that took him…" Erik nodded.

…

Tino finished his drawing and a smile rested on his face. The drawing made the man…no this PRINCE, his knight in shining armor, look more real to him. Tino was about to set it aside when a rumbling voice behind him spoke, "And who is that, da?"

The Finn jumped, attempting to cover the drawing, and turned to face Ivan, "No one. I-I made him up. In a dream!"

Ivan's smile turned upside down and he glared, "Who is he? I doubt you can make someone like THAT in your simple minded brain!"

"But I did!"

"Fine. You do not want to tell me…" Ivan pointed to Tino's drawings and art supplies.

"No!" Ivan smiled and all of it was destroyed, "But I am telling the truth!"

Ivan continued to smile, "Yet I do not believe you." He pointed to the drawing of the man. Tino's eyes became teary and he shook his head, "I will give you time to remember…" Ivan flicked his finger and the drawing melded into the wall. The Finn sighed slightly as the Russian left.

A/N

I know I'm moving fast in this but I wanna get this one out. This is my second fairytale/magical story. I just love them.