Hello again!
I intended to upload this and the first chapter together, but there was not enough time to finish it yesterday.
But, if you're ever in Amsterdam around Christmas, you should totally check out the ''Kerstcircus'' [Christmascircus] in Carré. A-MA-ZING
But enough of that.
I hope you enjoy Chapter 2 of my SuFin story!
Happy holidays!
Night had fallen, the sun had disappeared behind the mountains, leaving Finland and its inhabitants worried. Tomorrow was the day. In just a few hours the Russians would attack, throats would be slit, head would roll and blood would be spilled. The soldiers, already in armor, looked like they could faint at any moment now. Their eyes had lost all of their lively colors, leaving them looking like empty physical bodies.
It worried Tino to see his and Berwald's people like this. There was no telling how many of them would be able to return to their families, who were anxiously waiting for any kind of news about their loved ones, good or bad. Many where still so young, just in their twenties. It truly broke and warmed his heart to see his and Berwald's people like this, making the best of the time they still had to spend with their friends around the fire before the battle began and the possibility of losing one of them would increase and increase. Brothers crying, never leaving each others side for those last hours.
Until the time was there. When the sun just peeked over the mountains, it was time for the Russians to attack. As expected, their leader, Ivan Braginsky, stepped forward. He looked confident, with a somewhat childish smile on his face and shiny armor. Tino felt a shiver run down his spine when the Russian laid eyes on him. He, Berwald and Ivan knew that they could not be killed by humans, but could be when someone just like them did the deed. It made them mortal, even though humans didn't believe that could happen.
Ivan smiled his childish smile, his mouth and body looking happy, but his eyes said otherwise.
''This is your last chance, Tino. Surrender.'' His violet eyes focused on the smallest of the three, his head tilted to the side. A creepy psycho-like smile appeared on his face, giving even Berwald the chills. ''Or else.''
Tino took a deep breath, his eyebrows knitted together. ''I can't do that, Ivan,'' he said, loudly but shaky. He knew he had sentenced his own people to death by saying this, but he couldn't let Ivan take control in his own country. Tino had heard stories of how people got punished for things as small things like stealing an apple from a stall on the market. He had heard of how people's nails got ripped off, their eyes poked out or their tongues cut off with rusty tools, leaving the people like that get tortured by infected wounds, after which many would die. He didn't want to leave his own people to live in such a condition.
Ivan's smile only grew bigger. ''Your choice,'' he said, followed by a creepy grin. His army of muscular men slowly began moving forward, but the Finns and Swedes didn't budge. They stood as a strong built wall, their swords and bows at the ready. Their faces showed no fear, but their minds said otherwise. But deep in their heart the courage started to unfold. They did this for their country and would pass away knowing they did it for a good cause.
Another one down. Yeahhhh!
I hope I can post another chapter or another one shot I'm working on tomorrow.
Until then,
Happy holidays!