Okay dearies, now here is where I put in some mythology and other things of the sort. No, I am not using official mythological texts or official anything. I am making a good 85-95 percent of this up. But I don't see why this should matter much, as it is simply fanwork. :p Also, I cut the ending off in a pretty bad spot, but that's the toughest thing in this chapter. I'm getting a little better, I think~

And I got this done a little faster than expected, heh. Maybe I'll be able to update weekly, unless something comes up and I'm busy, of course. :D


The blonde was hard at work, carrying heavy bales towards the stables. He smiled as he worked, and worked faster than the past days. Even a little tune was being hummed. The Dane was in a good mood for once on the field.

Theodore was a little more lenient on the amount of work that he had the other do, which just heightened the man's happy mood. The teen noticed this, and said nothing until the end of the working day. "Hey, Mathias." He called the other over.

The blonde trotted over, almost in a girlish manner. "What is it, Theo?"

"What's got you in such a happy-go-lucky mood today?"

Mathias blinked, and then put his hand to his chin in thought. "I don't really know… I woke up, ran into the Prince, proved him wrong and then got to work…"

"…. What did you prove him wrong on?"

"Oh, just an argument we had this morning. I dunno if I'd be allowed to tell anyone. He seems secretive about it." Mathias shrugged, and then turned to go back to the castle. "I'll see ya tomorrow, Theo!"

When he got back to the castle, he went straight to the bathing quarters and washed. Again, he got out and went to the nurse's chamber to get another installment of his medicine. And as he expected, the Prince was there, getting his paste and bandages.

"Good day, Prince." He said, removing his shirt to give the nurses access to his wounds. The prince did not answer, but did look the Dane up and down a moment before scoffing and changing his own bandages.

Mathias noticed that the nurses did not put the paste on his arms nor back or chest, and instead only lightly cleaned some scabbed areas and using thinner bandages. Once they were finished, he nodded in thanks and threw his shirt back on and left the room- only to be stopped by Aleksander.

"Dansk, come with me." He said simply, and started walking at a fast pace.

Mathias followed without question, though curious. They had walked until they made it to the Prince's personal chamber, and entered. It was quite a large room with shelves filled with books lining the walls, a large desk cluttered with scrolls and inklets, quills and other miscellaneous items. There was also a large and messy bed off in a corner of the room.

The shorter blonde quickly got to work pulling down books, and tossing them to the Dane- who was not the best catcher.

"What are these for?"

"You said you might know how to help me with my scar." The prince replied simply. "So I'm giving you these books on what I have learned. I am aware that I was bitten- and ripped into- by a demon of sorts. Every potion that I have found has little to no success rate in curing it, so I was told by a cleric on my travels home to use a certain medicinal paste to at least hold off the infection. As you can see…" the prince lifted his trouser leg to show that indeed the infection was spreading, "it has grown used to the medicine and is spreading."

"Do you remember what kind of demon bit you?"

"I do not. I do remember that it was in the Swamp of the Lich Lord." He said, sitting at the edge of the bed and watching the other. "But there are always flurries of demons there, so there is not one specific breed that resides."

"Mm…" Mathias opened up one of the books, flipping through some pages before closing it and going to the next. To be honest, he didn't really want to read anything. He didn't feel like he needed to. He had an average idea of what had bitten the prince, and had an average idea of what he needed to make in order to heal him.

Then it hit the Dane. Why was he caring for this prince, when he tore down his hometown and almost the entire Danish kingdom? He even forced him to work! But then again, that's the thing. He could have killed him, had that captain step right on his neck and killed him.

Mathias closed the last book in his hand and set it with the others, looking up to the prince. "Yeah, I know what'll fix ya." He said casually, standing up. "It's some kinda potion that has to do with cotton flesh wounds."

The prince looked at him in near disbelief. "Cotton Flesh?"

Mathias nodded. "It works for a lot of things."

"I've never seen that potion used for Demon bites. You must be out of your mind." The dark eyed man frowned deeply. "Brynjar! Get in here!" Within seconds, the silver haired boy peeked into the room.

"Yes, High Prince?" he asked, looking at the blonde.

"Take the Dansk to town to retrieve the items for Cotton Flesh." He said, slightly annoyed. He pulled a scroll from the desk, inking a quill and quickly writing down a list of ingredients.

Mathias took the list, and was shooed out of the door. "Take Elrith." Aleksander told the boy, and closed the door behind the two.

The boy nodded and headed out to the pasture, finding a strong looking horse and pulling her out towards the front gate. "You do know how to ride, yes?" he asked.

"Of course! I was a soldier before I came here." He said, mounting the horse. Purple eyes lazily looked up at the man, and he sighed and pulled the boy up. "You tell me which way to go…" he grumbled lightly, before heading out.

It took some time, but finally they got to the village closest to the castle. Mathias dismounted, unfolding the parchment and looking through the list of ingredients. "What the hell is Burbon Blood?" he asked, looking at the boy still on the horse.

"An herb." He answered. "I know what it looks like… We have to go to Edgar's shop for that." The boy steered the horse towards a little sales hut, dismounting and going inside. Mathias followed.

An older man with small reader's glass resting on his nose looked up as the two walked in. "What can I do for you two?" he asked.

"We need Burbon Blood." Brynjar said, then looked at the blonde.

"Huh? O-oh! Yeah…" he handed the list off to the man. "And all that, please."

The man looked over the list, going behind his desk and pulling out jars and cases and other containers. "I can get you everything but the Cat's Ears." He said, taking the items from their containers and placing each in a separate cloth sack. "I do not have them in stock today." He put the sacks down in front of the boys.

Brynjar reached into a pocket from his servant's clothes and handed the man some gold and silver pieces. "That should cover it…" he murmured, taking the sacks and putting them in a satchel that Mathias had not seen before. The man smiled and bid them a good day.

Mathias mounted the horse again, and again pulling the boy up. "So where do we go to get that Cat Ear stuff?"

"There is one other magicks store we can try." The boy said. "But I don't like her…"

He told Mathias to stop outside of a traveler's home, and the boy dismounted. "You should stay here. She hates men." He said then went inside. Time passed, and eventually the boy returned from the home, shoving another thing into the satchel. Mathias pulled the boy up and started heading back to the castle.

"So we have all the stuff now…" he mumbled.