Hello this is Lisa! Well I've been writing a fan fiction call Good Old Times and to be honest I didn't like it, so this is a rewritten version. I did change the plot a little. Hope you guys like this story!
From Matthias' POV
Matthias had to admit it, snow always looked so nice and pure and lovely seen from inside the house with a cozy blanket on, but wait, no, it's a whole different story to actually have to walk all the way from the other side of this town to his house in a heavy snow storm. His cursed silently and shook the inch-thick snow cover off his coat before entering his house.
Inside the house it was damp and cold as well. He usually kept a fire burning when he leaves the house just in case the weather changes, but with his rotten luck, the only day he didn't do so turned out to be a snowy day. Hey it's almost spring so I don't need to waste my wood supply right? Silly me.
Feeling almost frozen, he lit up a fire and sat as close to it as possible. I'll make dinner when I'm warmer, he thought. Big flakes of snow pounded on his window, and the wind swirled outside, shouting in triumph and provoking him. That's it, I'm never leaving this fire. Food can wait till later.
If only I had agreed to live with Old Peterson and his family… He thought bitterly. Living alone is not always fun, especially in a weather like this. But he's probably going to die after a decade for so, and I... maybe I'll still live for a few hundred years? Yeah, well...
Matthias knew how things always end with him: other people die and he is still living, definitely not fun. It makes him feel so depressed to see them die, and that's why he only allowed himself in no more than a just-friends relationship. Well maybe he is immortal, maybe not, he just figured that he's somehow special since a several hundred years' time didn't kill him. He's partly glad he can be alive to see so many things, and partly sad he had to see too many things, who knows?
He sat there for a good couple of minutes and decided to fill his growling stomach with some food.
Just as he was cutting the bread, he heard a rapid knock at the door.
"Who's there?" he shouted, and got no reply.
The person knocked the door again.
He figured it wouldn't be anyone unfriendly since the weather has kept most people in their houses, so he opened the door.
There were two boys, both half covered in snow and shivering slightly from the coldness.
Matthias invited them to come in.
Why would they be here at this hour and under this kind of shitty weather? "Um… so, do you need any help?" Matthias asked, feeling awkward. The slightly taller boy glanced at him uneasily and murmured something to himself. Matthias swore that he could see a hint of surprise on his face, though it was hard to tell. "You don't happen to be from Torfasonville do you?" He asked tentatively. How did he know? Matthias could hear the alarm ringing loudly in his head. Torfasonville is the place he used to live in a long time before he came here, there's no way two random boys could know him from that place. Plus, the fact that Matthias has lived for almost a thousand years in a no-tell secret that he only shared with people he trusted most, which doesn't include two boys popped up from nowhere. "No," He lied, "you?" The boy sighed, and offered a hand out: "I must have mistaken you for another person then. I'm Lukas and this is my brother Emil. We're… we are from the north." "You must have traveled a long way here, do you need place to stay for the night?" "That will be very kind of you." The boy replied politely, with no additional emotion to his words. In the meanwhile, the boy called Emil was looking at Matthias judging his every move.
"So… do you need food? I haven't had dinner yet." "Yes, thank you Mr. Anderson." Lukas said, calling his brother near. "Please, call me Matthias." "Okay."
Matthias went to the cupboard to get food. He was relieved to find enough food. Weird people I've got here, first asks if I'm from Torfasonville, then wouldn't tell me any detail about them… He felt quite uneasy near them, at least for now they don't seem anywhere near the word "friendly" to him.
As he served the simple dinner on the table, the boys said a short "thank you" and then started gulping down food like they haven't eaten in a month. Matthias quickly got them some water in case they get choked. He grabbed a piece of bread and eat silently, watching them. That Lukas actually seemed a bit familiar, but why?
They finished their food at an amazing speed. They probably really haven't eaten in a month. Matthias thought, still watching them warily. They were exchanging looks and to Matthias it looked like:
Is it really safe?
Yeah, I hope so.
Let's kill him after dark.
No.
Matthias shook his head and put that crazy thought aside. They are probably just some lost traveler, besides, I doubt if I can really be killed that easily.
Finally Matthias swallowed the last bit of his bread and took the brothers upstairs. Matthias always keeps a spare room, only it's been probably several months since he last did cleaning in that room –there's no need to clean it because no one has stayed in that room for as long as he recalls, but anyways, he just likes having it there in case anyone needs it.
Matthias quickly brushed most of the dust in the room off and put some thick blankets on the bed. The furniture looked almost ancient and could break down any minute. But it's just for one night and the two looked like they couldn't care less.
"Too bad I don't have better things for you. But please feel at home." Matthias led them into the room and did a small introduction to the location of possible rat nests. "I'll be next-door if anything happens," he gave them a typical Matthias' Warm Smile™ before leaving.
It was probably midnight by the time he finally got to sleep. What's with these guys and all those weird things? And that Lukas… Matthias searched through his memory to find someone that matched, and suddenly, to his surprise, he did find it. No, no way… He gasped.
There was a Lukas from Torfasonville, and they used to be close when they were little. But it was only for about a year and that Lukas is probably dead by now. How could it be? And that Lukas didn't have a brother… It hurts to recall memories from then.
He could feel his eyelids getting heavier and heavier.
After a long time trying to stay awake, he slowly drifted off to sleep.
"Grandpa!" little Matthias shouted holding out a small white flower. A blonde man in his early fifties sat on a wooden post and smiled kindly at him.
"Mat, wait!" A smaller boy trotted behind him. "Ha ha, too slow, Luke!" little Matthias made a face at the boy and they both laughed. "I see you Berwald!" Little Luke shouted to a tall boy hiding in a bush. He gave a big smile and came out. "That's cheating!" "No it isn't." "Grandpa he's so mean!" The big man came here and lifted Matthias off the ground with ease. "Ha ha, put me down!" "No." He smile and tickled him.
"Grandpa, tell us a story!" the boys shouted. "Okay, okay. In the ancient times…"
And then the scene faded into darkness.
Matthias woke with a start. Yes, it probably was him, and he was certainly not expecting this to happen.
Okay, that's all for chapter one, thank you for reading!
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