A/N: I am trying to make it seem like Lukas is emotionless, but it is kind of hard when I am writing his POV. I am planning to make some chapters having Matthias' POV. Is that a good idea or not? Meh. Also, the next chapters will be longer than the last one. I guess you can just call the last chapter a Prologue? Ya… Why not? *Laughs nervously, and runs away*

A/N: By the way, I got attacked by a shark today. My brother and I were being stupid, and decided to follow a bull shark around in open waters (we were far away from the boat in the middle of the ocean). We weren't really think it was going to attack us or anything, because we were near coral. WELL…. We were wrong. It came after me, and I shoved my brother towards the shark, so I could swim away. He is alive though, and the shark just wanted to scare us off. But I count it as a shark attack because it makes me cooler in a way. LOL. Anyway, enjoy the chapter! BYYEEEEE!

Winter Sky

The door creaked open yet again. I guess King really is getting me to go on that Denmark quest. Or…

I had enough time to create thoughts in my head that terrified me. I even lost the little hope I had a few times. What if all of that was his new kind of torture? What if he told me all that to give me hope for an escape, but really, I never had a chance?

I had to stop thinking completely to not destroy myself through my mind. I focused on being hungry for the past day, no matter how much it hurt. I was for once happy to see the king stumble through the wooden door way.

I noticed that he had a key in his hand. This was legit wasn't it? He came in, turned on the light, and looked around the room, as I stood up. He was performing the usual routine, but instead of turning to me, and torturing me; he started to unlock the chains bound around me.

When the chains fell to the ground, I felt my wrist start to burn from the cold metal being on me for so long. I had had those chains on my whole life, and now I was finally – not completely- free.

Even though I was free, I still stood in front of him, wondering what to do now. He then grabbed me roughly by my shoulder, and started to pull me across the rough, concrete floor. I hadn't used my legs for walking in years. Just taking three steps, I was out of breath.

Though it was painful being dragged by a rough pair of hands across rock, I was excited that I was getting to finally leave by dreadful isolation. When we got out of the dark room that I had lived in my whole life, I didn't look back.

That Hell didn't even deserve a proper goodbye. I was ready for a new world, waiting out there for me. I only had a few things to do before I could have it forever.

King had to pick me up, because I was way too weak to walk up the steps, since I could barely even stand up for more than a minute. Turns out, I was underground my whole life, because in order to get out into the open air, he had to open up a door in the ceiling.

When he finally got us out of the stuffy dungeon like place, he threw me onto the hard ground. "Uggh," he shouted, slamming me down in disgust, "I hope I never have to hold a whore for that long ever again."

That didn't hurt. I brushed it off. Even he couldn't ruin what could possibly be one of the greatest moments of my life. I looked up to see blackness that was covered in little spots of light. This was so much more different than looking up in my dungeon.

This was in fact so much greater. There was a white/yellow spot that was larger than the others, and it sent rays of light down across this dark land.

I was interrupted from staring at the mass beauty of the outside, by King kicking me in my side, definitely leaving a bruise. I of course didn't cry out or scream. I wasn't allowed to. I realized that he probably wanted me to stand up and face him, so I did.

Standing up, I realized we were standing just a few yards away from a mass body of water. I never knew I was so close to it either. It looked so different from anything I had ever seen. I wanted to take a look at everything around me, and get to know this new world more.

I had plenty of time for that when I was done with this mission though. I have to execute it first, then I can adventure later.

I was thinking about these things, as I stared, nonchalantly, at King. I snapped back into the present again when he roughly threw things at me that looked like what he was wearing. I think they were called….cloths? Or… Clothes! That's right.

I guess he wanted me to put them on. I stared at him for a few seconds to see if he was going to give me permission. He nodded, and said, "Yes, put on the clothes. No one wants to be sailing with an unclothed whore on their boat."

Ignoring his last comment, I already started looking at the clothes. I didn't know what any of the items were called. Neither did I know where they went. I looked up at King begging with my eyes for him to help me.

He then helped me put on the clothes, while telling me the name of every item. By the time I was fully dressed, I knew I was wearing brown, dress pants, a white, button down shirt, a brown jacket, and white boots. Everything felt like it fit two sizes too small though

When King was done, he took a step back to look at my appearance. He said, "None of these fit you because my son is younger than you, and you are fat, but this will have to do."

I was fat? What was that? Probably just another name…

I may seem stupid, but I never actually got proper schooling. He taught me how to read, talk, and write just in case he needed me to do something like this mission. I only didn't know what a few things were. Such as clothes, the name of the massive body water next to us, what the huge thing that stretched over the land above me was, the name he just called me, or what was floating on the water, coming towards us.

This new world is so…well…new to me, and I can't wait to learn more.

King explained my mission once again, and told me the consequences of me not finishing this mission. I nodded, but still didn't speak. He told me not to speak to the crew, because his son shouldn't be known to talk to the commoners.

He told me that I had one month to come back with the Denmark prince. I wanted to ask him why the deadline changed from two weeks to one month, but he told me I still wasn't allowed to speak. Oh well… one month until freedom…

When he was done informing me about everything, he boarded me onto what he called, a ship. I had kind of gotten used to walking, but every step still left me breathless.

King told the people of the ship to send me down to a bottom room, and I was not to come out until we arrived in Denmark. I was sent immediately down to a room in the bottom of the ship, as he spoke about a few more things to the ship people.

I am mad that I haven't gotten to see light yet, and I was just shoved back into a dark space. How long was a trip to Denmark? Was it only a few hours? What if it took a month? What if it even took years?

I sat down on a soft, rectangular thing connected to the wooden wall. It had many layers of what looked like clothes, but covered the rectangle completely. I felt like I was just born, because of my lack of knowledge about things. I guess I was. I was seeing my world for the first time.

I waited in the dim lit, darkness, waiting for someone to at least tell me how long I was going to be stuck in here.

At almost perfect timing, the door to my room opened, and a man stepped in. He looked like he was some kind of leader because of his fancy clothes. If they were fancier then this Prince Emil's clothes, than he had to have some label of importance.

The man had blonde hair that hung down to his mossy, green eyes. He had large eyebrows that surprisingly suited his face well. He had a sly smile on his face, as he got closer to me. When he stopped in his tracks, he said, "I am not supposed to talk to you, but I am a damn pirate. I do whatever I want," he laughed.

His presence was warm and unsettling at the same time. What was a pirate? Should I ask, or was that something so obvious, he would get suspicious? When the silence between us started to get awkward, he spoke, "My name Arthur Kirkland. I am from England. I am only here to give you a ride, because I owe your dad a favor. Your name is Emil, right?"

At first, I was going to answer him, but I realized I wasn't allowed to talk until I met the prince of Denmark. I nodded him positively about the name, and kept my mouth shut.

Arthur smirked, and said, "That's right. Your father told me you were a mute. What made you choose to stop talking? I remember coming here a few years ago, and I spoke to you. You were a lot smaller then, too."

I don't remember ever meeting him. Oh wait… of course. Those are probably memories for Emil. I smiled, and nodded my head again, hoping he would leave. He understood my language, and said, "Well ok. If there is anything you need, just come up. I know your father said you should stay in here, but I think you should definitely experience the sea and the open air, since it is your first time."

He smiled at me as I smiled back, nervously, and left the room. Should I go up? Was it a trick set up by King? I laid back on the comfy rectangle, because I felt like it was calling me to sleep on it. I rested my head on a fluffy, smaller rectangle, and thought about what I should do.

That was when I noticed that my wrists were completely bruised and cut from the chains that were wrapped around me my whole life. I hope the imprints on my wrist will go away soon. I bravely touched one of the purple and red marks on my wrists, but quickly brought it away when they started to burn.

The chains were tight, but I didn't know they were that bad. I then took my boots off to look at my ankles, and they were the same way. My waist also had the same markings that burned at the slightest touch of anything. And I was just thinking that that was how clothes felt on skin…

I decided that maybe it would be more comfortable to sleep without the burning clothes on. No one was going to torture me. I was safe. I took everything off, and laid on top of the comfy rectangle again.

I was cold, but it burned to have anything over me. I wasn't as ready for a regular life as I thought I was. I thought that I could at least deal with the clothes, but they burned everywhere my chains once were.

I focused on the rocking back and forth of the ship, so I could go to sleep. Hopefully when I wake up, this won't be a dream. I don't want to ever go back in that dungeon again. I had lived too long in Hell that I am not used to Heaven. I hope it is not too late for me.

I am finally getting a taste of a new winter song. And this is a new winter song that I want never want to end.

~(*^_^*)~

I woke up to the sound of knocking on my door. I jolted up, because I wasn't used to it. I was going to call out to them, but I remembered I wasn't allowed to talk, so I lingered between opening the door and pretending I was asleep.

Finally coming to the conclusion that they'd probably come in after a while of knocking, I rushed to put my clothes on.

King only gave me one set of clothes which were super tight. He told me when I get to Denmark, I should take advantage of them, and use their clothes. Hopefully, they will have clothes that are actually my size.

When I was done putting clothes on, I ran to the door and opened it. Before me, there was a man who looked to be about the pirate's age. I think his name was… Arthur? This man had strawberry blonde hair, sky blue eyes, and was smiling non-stop.

I looked at him for a few seconds, wondering if he knew I wasn't allowed to talk. I was soon cut off by my thoughts, when he yelled, "Hi! My name is Alfred! You must be Emil. You met Arthur already. He is kind of uptight, but he is pretty cool once you get to know him!"

I stared at the man called Alfred, wide eyed. I have never heard anyone talk that fast before in my whole existence. Well… considering he was the third person I have actually heard, then it isn't very impressive.

He stared at me, waiting for me to say something again. I stared at him awkwardly, because I had no way to inform him that I wasn't going to be say anything any time soon.

He broke the silence quickly, when he said, "Ooh! Arthur sent me to invite you to breakfast with us! We normally have a crew of ten on this boat, but we are the only crew for this trip, so if you need anything, come to me or Arthur."

I stared at him again. I had no choice. I wanted to ask if I could go right now, because I was sick of being in this stuffy room already. I wanted to see the light for the first time in forever. I wanted to run freely around once I got the hang of my legs. I wanted to learn so many new things about this world.

Alfred then said, "And if you want to go to breakfast now, then follow me!"

I nodded my head, and he started to walk towards what was probably the room where they ate breakfast. I closed my door, and followed shortly behind him.

He was wearing a white button down shirt, that was not as near fancy as what I or Arthur had on. He had brown pants that tucked into his leather brown boots. He had suspenders that really didn't need to hold up his pants, so they were probably just for fashion. He had a brown coat on that didn't quite match, yet looked very comfortable.

I noticed these characteristics the whole way to the breakfast room. In the room we arrived in, there was a rectangle table that was used for writing letters. There were crates full of miscellaneous goods being held in this room, too. Some were holding food, some weapons, others had clothes and other random junk.

There was a big circular chair in the middle of the room that had two chairs sitting next to each other under it. I looked at them, as Alfred pulled up the chair that was sitting under the letter writing desk, and put it under the table across from the two chairs.

Alfred gestured me to sit in the chair, so I did. He went around the table, and sat in one of the two chairs. He then said, "Arthur should be here in a minute, so in the mean time we can just talk!"

He sounded like such an energetic person, it was hard for me to keep up with what he was saying. How did Arthur deal with this? I stared at him, and smiled faintly.

He took that as a sign to start talking again, and said, "So why are you going to Denmark? And for a whole month too! Are you going to visit the prince? You don't like talking do you? Oh I have an idea! How about we play a twenty questions yes or no game? Nod your head for yes, and shake your head for no!"

He showed me the gestures, and started to ask questions…

"Are you going to be meeting the prince in Denmark?"

*nod* I will answer these as truthfully as I can without giving away the plan.

"Cool! Do you like talking, or are you not allowed to talk? Yes for the first one, no for the second one."

I bravely shook my head for no.

"Did you get in trouble and that is why?"

I actually didn't know what I did wrong to deserve this life, so I shrugged.

"You don't know? Are you happy with your life?"

Right now, things were finally going my way, but my life had been a nightmare until now. I shook my head.

"Do you need help of any sort?" he asked, now getting worried.

I shook my head. Unless he was going to help me kill the prince of Denmark, then he couldn't help me.

He hesitated for a moment, then asked, "So, any girls back home? Any crushes?"

Alfred smiled a big grin, as if the wider he opened his mouth, the more information would spill out of me.

I shook my head. I had never actually met a girl. I have only heard about them.

"Awe man. I guess none of the lady Norwegians are your type? Have you ever left Norway before?"

I shook my head again. I was beginning to feel like he was going to give up on me because of the so many no's.

"Ah, so your first taste of adventure? How about this. We take a break on this whole interrogation thing, and hear a story about my first taste of adventure. Sound good?"

I nodded my head. It would be good to get the attention off of me. I really didn't feel like answering anymore of his questions.

When I finished nodding my head, Alfred took off in his 'amazing' story about his first adventure. He said,

"So I was about fifteen, which was three years ago. I had grown up in the newly founded colony of Virginia, America, with my mom and brother. My dad had to stay in Britain because of work, but he wanted me to visit him for my fifteenth birthday. It was pretty awesome, so of course I went. We were all aristocrats, so he let me ride on a private boat.

It was pretty smooth sailing for the first few days of traveling, but then, we came across a pirate ship. If I had known that we were going to be crossing paths with a pirate ship, I would never had gone. I am glad that I didn't know though, because the best thing that has ever happened to me happened after this.

The pirate of the pirate ship was very brave and very strong. He was also very hot, but I'll get to that later. *he smirked and continued* He ended up killing the whole crew on my ship single handedly before he saw me.

I was hiding behind some crates because I obviously can't be a hero without a weapon, so that was my only option. Well, his crew found me, and dragged me to him. I have to admit, I almost peed my pants. I just watched him kill seven people, and there was a big chance he was going to kill me!

They threw me to the ground before him, and I was literally shaking. He stared down at me, and he smiled, saying, 'so, you are the aristocrat?' I didn't know if I was allowed to speak or not, so I just nodded my head hastily. He then laughed, and said, 'you look strong enough… How would you like a life of adventure?'

I didn't want an adventure. I wanted a life of laying back and letting people do everything for me. Of course, I didn't really have a choice, so I had to accept this invitation to go with him.

On the boat, many things happened. Raging storms almost knocked over our ship, we lost crew members in a whirlpool, we raided ships and had battles, and so much more. And all of this was happening as I was falling in love with the captain of the pirates.

Do you know what his name was? *I nodded my head. I had a pretty good idea of who he was talking about*

His name was Arthur Kirkland! *I was correct* I fell in love with him, and turns out he returned the feelings for me. Ever since then, I have been on one amazing adventure with my Artie!"

Just then, the door opened, and someone walked in, saying, "What did I tell you about using that stupid nickname, Alfred?"

Alfred got up to hug Arthur as he walked in and said, "I remember you saying that you love my stupid nicknames, and you love me!"

Arthur dodged Alfred's hug, and said, "Please, Alfred, you make it sound like we are a couple."

Alfred laughed, and said, "Silly, that is because we-!"

"Alfred I need to talk to you!" Arthur yelled, covering Alfred's mouth with his hand. Alfred halted, waiting for Arthur to put his hand down.

He finally did, and turned to me, saying, "I need to talk to Alfred for just a moment. Please sit tight, and we will be back in five minutes."

I nodded my head, and watched them, as Arthur pushed Alfred into a room that connected to where I was. Well that was weird.

A/N: How did you enjoy that chapter? I felt like it was kind of rushed, but I want Denmark to get into the story as soon as possible. The next chapter will come out Sunday. Sorry I posted this so late. The Wi-Fi where I am went out for a few days, but is back! Please Review and ask any questions you have about the story or the characters. Thank you!