One cold evening on a dark winter night. The sounds and screams of battling men echoed through the valley. Down below, at the base of the mountains, a battle was being taken place. Among the thousands of men who fought for their lives and their country: Stood out one particular human. Multiple corpses lay before his iron boots and a sword that was no longer silver, but stained with an all too common colour.
The cold winter breeze swayed through his ripped and torn coat and flustered the spiked blond hair that sat a top his head. His icy blue eyes scanned the land before him making sure every single one of his enemies lay dead before his feet.
The man then turned his icy gaze away from the bloody scene and planted them on the forest behind him. Just as he almost took a heavy step his eyes came upon familiar markings in the snow below him. Small prints in the snow led him away from the battle scene. Curious, he decided to follow these tracks to see where they brought him too.
As he followed the light prints in the snow, it seemed like hours before they finally led him to something that perked his interest. As he pushed through the dead bushes the sight of another body lay before his eyes. It was motionless as if it were dead, but yet, there was no blood splatter.
The curious Dane knelt down beside the frozen body and rolled it over on to its back. As he did so, he could now see the identity of this stranger. Soft blonde hair with pale skin and a small curl that stretched from the side of his head. The structure of his jaw made it clear that this was a young man. Although some of his features represented a woman: Such as soft skin and smaller in height.
A familiar red colour caught his eyes as now he could see why there was no blood on the ground. A large wound penetrated his chest and it seemed to him that the youngster had tried desperately to stop the bleeding before he died. Or so he thought. Placing a frozen hand on the boy's chest, he felt a faint heartbeat beneath the malnourished skin.
Without a second thought the Danish man lifted the youngster into his arms and began the journey back home. When arrived, members of his home were shocked to see that he did not return alone. With another wounded in his arms they needed to be quick before the boy lost his life for good. Though it was not certain that the young one would live nor would he ever awake from his endless slumber.
For now all they could do was sit by his bedside and pray that he would eventually wake up from his sleep. It was hours before the pacing Dane was alerted that his guest had awoken. To prevent panic, he was the only one who entered the room to speak with the boy. When he entered, the young blonde was sitting up and staring at the fire beside his bed.
'' Good morning sleeping beauty.'' Came a strange Danish voice from before him. He turned his head to see a tall blonde standing by his bed side with a silly grin plastered on his face. The boy said nothing but as a response, he clutched the blanket that wrapped around his body. The Dane sat down beside him with the smile still there.
'' Do you remember anything?'' The Dane asked as he awaited for his answer. The boy turned his gaze away from his and spoke.
''..I remember nothing...who are you?'' Said the youngster with a soft and low voice. The Danish man beside him cleared his throat and spoke.
'' Dear me where are my manners? My name is Mathias, Mathias Kohler. And you?'' He asked with a happy tone in his voice. The young one stared at him oddly. Wondering what there was to smile about while thousands of people's lives were being taken away this very moment.
''...Lukas...'' Again he said with a sad voice. The blonde Dane stared at him oddly wondering if there were any more of that sentence.
'' Lukas? Is there a last name with that?'' Said he as he positioned himself properly on the bed. He leaned a little closer to his guest waiting for a reason.
''... I do not know my last name.'' Said he as he looked away from the older blonde man before him. Mathias gave another thought before he spoke.
'' No last name? Well that's interesting now isn't it?'' Mathias said as he pondered for a mere moment. Lukas then turned his head and asked a very simple question.
'' ..How did I get here?'' Asked Lukas.
'' I saved you.'' Replied Mathias.
'' ..From whom?'' Asked Lukas, Again.
'' From Death itself. If I had not found you, your soul would no longer belong to you, but to the Lord above.'' Mathias said in a calm voice and pointed towards the heavens above. Lukas stared for a moment, thinking what it would have been like if he just let go of that tiny string that held his life together. But then reality had sunk.
Lukas heart began to race in his chest. He was being held captive in a strangers home, A Danish stranger at that. Lukas was a Norwegian man and Mathias, A Dane. For a few years now the two had been fighting over land. Trying to claim which land would be there's to hold. But, it seemed to him that this 'Mathias' man had not recognized who or what he was.
For now...
