Yeahyeah, I know, it's short, but it's really getting late now... Chapter 4 will be longer (at least I hope so...)

But now, some Tino's point of view! Enjoy!

Chapter 3

Ever imagined heart open and free?

It was night as he walked between tents. It was anything but silent. There was a campfire for the night guards in change. They played some pocker, as he heard them speaking about that norsk boy. Actually, there was one really loud one, who told everyone how the boy had been tortuned by Dan and how he was watching and stuff like that. But something caught his attention. A small golden cross shining in the fire's light. The loud one was showing it to everyone. "It's the norsk one's. I found it from his stuff", said the man. He couldn't but roll his eyes when he walked over, to tell the man, that stealing, even from a prisoner, was a crime. Soldier tried to hide the cross, but in the end, he nicely gave it to him. It was Lukas's, not some random soldier's...

This was sure getting odd. Or at least Tino thought so. Yerterday, Tror had just suddenly said that he will be the next corporal, without any warning, and then this, these norsks, heading this way. There wasn't even many of them, and still they thought they could win? If they were that stupid Tino could sell his head. But he didn't believe it, there surely was something behind it, just something that upper ones couldn't see. It bothered Tino a lot, and that made him make a really hard choice. He went to talk to General Oxistierna.

Tino was pretty sure that no one new him being friendly with general, and Tino really didn't believe it himself. General was really scary looking and silent and all, but some times there were slight signs of care in his eyes. Those were the moments Tino liked about him. But, this thing wasn't about liking. Tino was an ordinary Nordic man, and things between Tino and him just had turned out the way they were.

Tino sighed as he walked towards the general's tent. He didn't really care making sure not to be seen, but it would cause some irritationes among others, if they new about this, and Tino really didn't want to make them feel uneasy. He stopped his steps right in front of the tent. "Berwald?" he asked with a slight hesitation. " 'es?", asked the voice behing him, and made him almost jump out of his pants. He looked over his shoulder and gave a smile to his superior. "M-morning, General", he said turning complitely around to face the (much) taller man. "Mornin'", General replied with same scary expression on his face. "Well... eeh... I just wanted to ask... that... well..." Tino sluttered with his words. Yes, he was a scary-cat when it came to Berwald Oxistierna, the man he had known for over half of his life, but had never really talked to him or made actual friends with him, they just happened to know eachother. "Nothing, sorry for distubing you, sir!" Tino yelled after a moment. He freaked out every time he came to talk with Berwald. It wasn't his fault the general was scary. Berwald just nodded and walked to his tent.

"Ya' said what!?" Tino heard a shout coming from commanders' tents. He stopped, and with a little hesitation started to walk towards the voice. "You heard clearly what I said", commander Göte said with captain Dan standing behind him. In front of them stood Matias, who looked really disappointed. "I'm not gonna do that! At least ya' could let me fight! Ya' know that I'm good at that, not taking care of some random norsks!" Göte sighed as Dan laid a angry look on Matias. "It was an order. Do you often refuse to follow your orders?" he asked with dark tone in his voice. Captain Dan would probably kick Matias out of the whole military, if he had a power to do so. Unfortunately, he hadn't.

Matias didn't reply, which was really rare from him. "I'll repeat myself once again", commander Göte said peacefully dropping a bag in front of Matias, "you have a mission to take our hostage away from here. This "attact" if you can call it that, is clearly a feint, and we can not take any risks with Lukas Bondevik, since his existence is important for Norge. You will travel with him, to the base, while protecting and guarding him. Understood?" Matias just rolled his eyes and muttered something about agreeing, like he were a rude kid. Well, Tino could believe that the man was something like that inside, if he hadn't seen him on the battlefield. Matias Densen was whole different person when you gave him his battle axe and told to fight. That whole child like expression on his face disappeared. Like it did for a second before he literally walked into Tino.

"Hey", Matias said with a wide smile covering his face again, "what's up, little one?" He liked teasing that really short man. "Could you stop calling me that?" Tino asked with a polite voice, such as ever. "Yeahyeah, whatever ya' say, little one", Matias just laughed at him and patted his head, which made Tino blush a bit. He didn't like being treated like a child just because of his hight. "Fine", Tino muttered putting Matias's hand aside. "Do you know where Tr- I mean corporal Rurik is? I'd like to hear my orders as well." Matias shrugged his shoulders but answered right after "Probably somewhere near his tent, since he gots some packin' to do." Sometimes this guy just didn't make any sence, but it really didn't bother Tino, he had been used to all kinds of people.

When Tino ran away thanking, Matias made his way toward his own tent, a bag given by Göte on his shoulder. He had this mission, which he didn't like, and didn't really even understand why he should be the one doing it. Yes, he spoke norske, but there was few others too. And Lukas spoke pretty good danske. "Well, whatever, for once I could just do what I'm told to..." he muttered himself as he took his belt bags and axe with him and made his way to the tent where Lukas was. Even this camp should have been just temporary, it had been there over half of a year, so Matias was pretty good navigateing his way to the right spot.

The guards salutated for him as he stepped inside and got a suprised look from Lukas, which he hid the second after. "We're leavin' for a little trip!" he informed the confused norsk. "Trip?" the other one asked. "Yeah, a trip. Isn't it nice? Ya' don't need to sit here all day." Matias's smile widened when he cut the ropes holding Lukas's hands, and the boy didn't run away. "But, don't ya' think of runnin' away, since it's me ya' wouldn't have much of a change", he continued chatting while digging the bag Göte had given him. He found a dark blue shirt, not quite tunic, but close, and gave it tho Lukas. "Wear that, and well..." he kept a little pause when Lukas took off his shirt and put the new one on. "I have this too. It's yours, right?" Matias said taking a small golden pin from his pocket. Lukas looked up to him and nodded. Somehow he looked eager to grab that cross from Matias's hands and hide it. Matias just smiled. "It's a hair pin, or somethin'?" Lukas just nodded again. "It's really pretty, I'm not havin' hard time believin' that it fits ya'", he just continued, even thought he could see how uncomfortable Lukas seemed with him having his cross.

Suddenly after a moment of silence Matias brushed some of Lukas's hair away from his forehead and put the pin on him to keep that hair away from Luka's eyes. There was a slight blush on Lukas's cheeks, but in dim light it couldn't be seen. Taller man was suprised how silky hair could be, even thought the boy's hair looked like exacly how they felt. He backed off a little and smiled. "Muuuuch better!" Matias rated the view in front of him. Now Lukas was wearing a clean, blue shirt, and his hair looked less messed up with the golden cross. Even his shoes and pants were still a bit suffered, it was good enough for Matias. "Now, let's get goin'!"

Matias dragged Lukas between tents. Anyone who didn't know how the camp was build would have been lost in seconds, but Matias new every corner and tent of this camp. Matias didn't run, but he walked fast, and shorter Lukas had some difficulties keeping up. Matias had a hold onto his hand, so he couldn't just fall behind, but that really didn't help at all. Finally, Lukas panting hardly, Matias stopped in front of Göte's tent. He were in little hurry, so he couldn't let the norsk rest, not tonight. He didn't want this mission to take more time than necessary, and he couldn't let Lukas fall back into Norge's hands either. He just hated this kind of missions.

"Are you ready?" Göte asked coming out of his tent. Matias smirked. "Yap, all ready, set and goin'!" Göte paid a quick look on Lukas, before giving Matias a little bag. "Map and other necessaries." Then he took a piece of leather belt and walked to Lukas. "Raise your head a little", he said and Lukas did what he was told. He felt a bit uneasy, he was a prisoner after all, but it wouldn't do any good be disobedient towards them. The norsk could still remember the treating he had got from person these people called 'Captain Dan'. He shivered a little, as Göte putted the collar on him, like he were a dog or somesort. "That collar contains a spell, which is tied to you, Matias. It's to stop him from running away. If that collar doesn't hear Matias's voice in 24 hours, it will cause unbearable pain. You can also put him to sleep, or pain if you desire, just by telling the collar to do so", Göte explained with really peacefull tone, compared to what he was talking about. "And, if you don't see eachother in 72 hours, the collar will kill him. I already explained your mission, so everything should be clear now."

Matias had looked at Lukas the whole time, Göte spoke. He wasn't that kind of person who tortuned others, no matter who it was. Then he nodded. "Everythin' clean and clear, old man. Can we go now?" he said with his usual, playing tone. He used it pretty well to cover his own emotions. Matias could be hell of an actor, if it would come to that. Göte smiled a little, as encouraging sign and nodded. "Well then, I'll be off. Don't go dyin' on me, old man", Matias said taking hold of Lukas's hand and walked away, leaving a little smile on Göte's lips.

Matias dragged Lukas all the way to shouthern side of the camp, and realased Lukas's hand. No matter how executed the boy looked like, they were not going to stop. "We can rest when the sun rises, but now you need just to keep up", he said looking down on Lukas, who didn't look pleasured with that collar on. He twiched it every once in a while. Matias started to walk again and Lukas followed him. He didn't want to test the collar, since he could sence it indeed was strongly saturated with magic, very different from his own. "Just bear with it, and walk", he heard Matias saying. The boy sighed and did what he was told, like he had any choice.

Yeah, it's the cheasiest cheese you have ever read, but please forgive me, I'll write a better chapter next time, so don't eat me just yet, please? :3