Chapter two, coming right up! There you go!
I'm not really proud of this chapter... I feel like my English is even worse than usual, but whatever...
Chapter 2
Were you ever a dreamer?
The meeting went on really slowly as they first tried to get any information from Bondevik, failing pretty badly. But in front of all his subordinates captain didn't tortune the boy, like he obviously had done before. That made Matias really angry, but he didn't say a thing about it. It wouldn't change anything. So, Matias just listened untill the meeting came to its end.
"Does anyone have any other matters to discuss about?" Dan asked putting his papers down on the table and sitting down. Matias glanced at Tror hwo rose up. "I do", corporal said looking at captain Dan. "Actually, it's more like a request." Dan raised his eyebrow. "I give you permission to speek up", Dan said nodding. Tror took one deep breath. "I'd like to quit army." Few people looked really suprised, but most of them looked like they knew this was coming. "Your reasons?" Dan asked. "My reasons are personal, and I'd like to keep them myself", Tror answered. "What comes to my duties, I have recommended my subordinate Tino as a new corporal. He is skilled, and I believe that he can take care of things." Dan looked at him a little moment. "You speak like you already had a permission to leave", he said not sounding so pleased. "He does", said suddenly commander Göte. "First, he is a volunteer, so he can leave when he likes to, and I have already agreed his preparations." Dan sighed a little. "Well then, I give you two days to gather everything, and then you are just a civilian. Are we agreed?" Dan said with a bored tone. He didn't like Tror in the first place, but new corporal would slow things down a little. Tror nodded. "Then, we are done."
Matias could almost feel that something heavy were off from his shoulders as he stepped outside. He hated meetings. They were boring, serious, and none of the upper ones seemed to like him. "Well then, Tror, two days and ya're free", Matias said smirking. "How does it feel? Ya can be free as a bird and fly in the deepest blue of the sky with..." Tror play punched Matias in the sholder. "Quit it, Matias, you are beeing way too poetric", he laughed openly, but same time Matias's words made him feel bad. Matias couldn't leave even if he wanted to. "But yeah, it feels pretty good." Matias just smirked. Tror was relieved because his friend didn't seem to really worry too much. It was nice to know, that they still were friends, even he was doing a really dirty thing, just leaving his childhood friend behind. But well, Matias had never been a guy who needed protection, only thing which made Tror a bit worried was, how Matias would be able to deal with the mental stuff. He was strong, no doubt about that, but this war had been going on a long time, and Matias had been fighting a long time. Tror had to wonder how long his friend would stand that, pointlessly killing hundreds of people, since Tror had given up after three years.
A deep voice behind them made Tror step back into reality. "Young bird flying from the nest. You would have made a good next commander, Tror." It was commander Göte, standing behing the two friends. "What's that, old man? You are trying to leave me out of this?" Matias said with a playfull tone. He really didn't care about becoming a commander, but it was always nice to tease Göte. "Since when you've had a permission to call me that?" Göte answered. Tror knew well, that this was just a play. They both were that kind of men, hwo didn't care about formalities or stuff like that. But they seemly enjoyed teasing each other. "Che, I've called ya' that since I was a friggin' ten-years-old", Matias threw back Göte's overly pissed tone. Tror just sighted, those two really were helpless...
"You had something to say, commander?" Tror asked just to stop their words crossing. Unlike Matias, Tror was just a Göte's subordinate, when Matias was more like a student or some sort of. Göte restored his face back to formal look, and took a breath. "Yes, Tror, first of all, you have to discuss with Väinämöinen about his promotion." So, Göte had decited to make Tino a new corporal after all. He had been a bit unwilling at first. "And Matias, you go too, since you'll be helping him", older man continued. Matias just murmured something like "yeah, yeah..." and started to walk away. "I'm not done yet", Göte said with a bit of something, wich Tror could call a 'comic irritationes'. Matias just looked over his sholder. "You two need to pay a visit to that Bondevik kid. You'll be in charge of him when Tror leaves, Matias." The boy just smirked. "Yeah, yeah, I know, old man, I'll help Tino with things and I'll take care of that magican-Lukas, or whatever his name was. No need to worry so much, I know what I'm doin'." Göte just rolled his eyes "I'll never stop worrying about you doing something stupid." But Matias couldn't hear him anymore. He was too busy tracking Tror across the grass with him, towards Tror's squad's tents.
Before Tror knew it Matias yelled Tino to come here. Tino was really small, blond kid, from north-east, which explained his strange name. People in norht-east were a bit different than the other norden people. And they really didn't care about this war going on here, they had their own problems. Tino just happened to be different from those different people, or something. Someday general Oxistierna just had dragged that boy back to the camp with him, and told them to make this one a soldier. And no kidding, even though he was small, he was plucky. Tino said something to his fellow soldiers and ran towards Tror and Matias. "You got something to discuss about, corporal?" he asked with a smiling face. He wasn't like Matias, hwo made a joke of everything and smiled because of that, he was more like being nice to everyone and that's why always smiling. "Yeah, I do", Tror said looking down on Tino. "Prepare to take a place as a corporal in two days. I'll leave army tand you'll be my successor." Tino's eyes widened as he understood what Tror just had said. "Really? Me?" he asked with a suprised face. "Yap, ya' will be next, but no worries, Tino, I'll help ya' out", Matias interrupted Tino's prosessing mode. After a while thinking a smile on Tino's face widened. "I'm honored that you thought I could be a good corporal, but I don't really know, am I the wicest choice", Tino said hesitating a bit. "Maaan, Göte really don't care do ya' want or not, but ya' will", Matias cut in again, just before Tror opened his mouth. "Well... That's kinda how it is, Tino", he said trying to sound even little more encouraging than Matias did. "I guess it's okay then..." Tino just said.
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It had taken a little time to make everything clear to Tino. He was smart, but his attention strayed way too easily. "Well, then all we have left to do today is go meetin' that magican boy", Matias yawned a little. Tror just nodded. "Yeah, and then you can go back to sleep", he laughed a little. Athmosphere was lighter than expected as they walked towars a small tent guarded by two men, who saluted in the second the two corporals stopped in front of them. "Heyah, how's our little magican doin'?" Matias asked like he was talking about today's weather. Two guards glanced each other quickly. Tror sighed a little. "What? You're sighin' at me again", Matias sulked a little, thought anyone could see that he was joking. "Try to behave, at least a little", Tror said like he was talking to a child. This was their own play, and two guards really looked confused. "Yeah, yeah, whatever, just let us in already", Matias said rolling his eyes and just walking in the tent, without even asking permission. Tror slightly apoligized and followed him.
Inside the tent was pretty dark and corporals' eyes took a moment to get used to it. In the middle of the tent sat a boy's figure. It was really silent, like the outside world was washed away. "I guess our magicans made this tent sound and magic proof or something..." Tror said looking around in the small tent. There really was nothing else, than the boy, sitting his hands tied onto a pile. Matias squatted down in front of the boy. "He's asleep, how cute", the man said, joking again, as usual. But the boy, Lukas Bondevik, was pretty cute, Matias had to admit. He had a really pale skin, and pale blond, silky hair. It was hard to imagine that any boy could be that dainty. Matias poked Bondevik's nose. "Hey, lil' magicboy, wake up!" he raised his voice a little, not in a threatening way, his purpose was just to wake Bondevik up.
After a few more pokes the boy slightly opened his eyes. They were blue, but not sharply sky blue like Matias's, more like deep blue mixed with a little bit purple. "Oi, ya' are awake, that's a step forward", Matias smirked as Bondevik rose his gaze on the man sitting in front of him. Even in a dim light, Matias could see a bruise in Bondevik's cheek, and slight tricle of blood on his chin. He wasn't so weary as he had been before, but there were still dark shadows under his eyes. He looked really miserable, not like a important person at all.
"Sooo, I'm Matias Densen, and, yeah, I'm gonna be in charge with ya', so let's make this easy for both of us", Matias said with a smiling face, but in his tone there was something that there hadn't been a moment ago. "Oh, and that guy over there is Tror, if ya' didn't know", Matias continued his monologue. "I kinda now your name already so you don't need to introduce yourself. Aaand, well... Has anyone treated those wounds?" Bondevik shaked his head slightly baffled. He didn't have any kind of look on his face, thought. "Well then, Tror, could ya' bring me an aid kit?" Tror just nodded. The aid kit was so simple that anyone could use those materials, even Matias. Tror saw Matias sitting down next to Bondevik as he left.
Matias leaned his back against the same pile Bondevik was tied to. "Okay, I ask ya' a question, and you answer, clear?" Matias said, and without waiting for responce he started. "So, it was the captain hwo made those wounds, right?" Bondevik nodded. "What he wanted to know?" The norsk stayed silent a while. "About war stradegies and things like that", he finally answered. His voice was down, like he hadn't had something to drink in a while. "I almost could guess that", Matias said laughing a little. "That man surely is somethin' really creepy." Bondevik paid a quick look on Matias. "Are you scared of your captain?" he asked silently. "Naah, not really, I just don't like him", older man commented, like he was just chatting with some friend. "You know, I could tell that to anyone", Bondevik said, with a questioning voice, like he was trying Matias out. "Go ahead, he knows that I don't like him, and I know that he doesn't like me. Not so big deal." Bondevik looked a bit confused even thought it was hard to tell was there any expression on his face or not.
"And by the way, Lukas", Matias started after a while. "Ya' can stop being so uptight with me, I came here just to have some chitty-chat, not to question ya." Matias smiled at Lukas hwo looked even more confused than a second ago. He was just opening his mouth to say something when some sunlight reached the tent and Tror walked in with a serious face. "We kinda have a problem." Matias raised his eyebrow. "What is it?" he asked, still wit a chatty tone. Tror just sighed. "It's not like you're interested, but seems like we'll soon have some fighting to do. Norsks are heading this way. Seems like the king really snapped", Tror explained the information he had just heard. Lukas looked like he wouldn't care less, but Matias could see a little bit of hope in his eyes. "Well, I'll fight when I'm told to, but now I'll treat this one's wounds, since no one realized to do it before", Matias said and opened the aid kit.
Without asking anything he started to unbutton Lukas's shirt. The norsk scrunch his eyebrows a little, but no other sigh of uncomfortableness were shown. "Sooo, Lukas, you think you are so important that they are ready to attact straight here in order to get you back?" Matias asked as he cleaned Lukas's wounds in his chest area. Captain had certainly made some bad dints and scars, god know how many different ways. Captain Dan was tortuning specialist. "Seemly", Lukas answered, like he wasn't giving a damn what was happening. "Unfortunately we have to kill them. It's a shame really, surely they all have someone to wait their homecoming", Tror said silently. The next fight was going to be his last, so he couldn't take any risks. "Tror, are ya bein' emotional just because ya' got a girl? She has to some kind of magican if she can make ya like that", Matias laughed as he took Lukas's shirt as much of as he could to treat wounds in his arms, not really caring about did the boy like it or not. "I couldn't agree more, Matias, I'm suprised even myself", Tror laughed with him. "Ya sure ya aren't enchanted , or somethin'?" Two friends had some fun with their jokes, before they heard a little 'che' sound coming from Bondevik's mouth.
Matias looked at Lukas as he dressed the boy again. "What's that 'che' for?" he asked, still sounding everything but serious. Lukas was quiet for a while. "Magicans are not like that", he finally responded. There was a slight passion in his voice, which suprised two others. "Cursing and enchanting people, it's not like that..." he said looking up to Matias with his deep blue eyes. Even when his face was blank, there was indeed some sort of feeling in his eyes. Matias just patted his head ruining the mood perfectly. "Never heard a thing called 'a joke'?" he asked raising on his feet. "'Cause ya' are gonna have really hard time if you haven't." And with that, he left. Tror just smiled at Lukas, hwo was rather irritated. "Don't take it personally, anyone would want to punch him once in a while", he said smirking and waved his hand to the prisoner. "That's just how he is."
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Lukas's look strayed in the darkness. Finally he closed them and leaned against the pile. He was really tired, and he hardly felt anything under his wrists. He sighed. As if it wasn't troublesome enough to be caught, but to deal with some troublesome guy like Matias too? This thing was going to drain every drop of energy he still had left, Lukas was sure.
Yes, I do think Norway is the daintiest of Nordics. I don't think Finland and Iceland are really dainty, even they are the smallest ones. They are more like... cute? Or something like that. And do I even need to mention Sweden or Denmark? xD
By the way, if you haven't noticed, I have used most of the Nordics already.
Sweden is General Oxistierna
And Finland is our new corporal.
I'm still thinking a fitting role for Iceland xD (if I'm really creative even Russia will join us)
But yeah, please, tell me how do you like this story? I'm really unsure when I'm writing this, so it would be nice to hear if anyone is really interested in reading this.
