I don't know how to write their accents, especially Sweden's, so please just pretend for me. I'm sorry. T^T
Berwald quickly opened the door and rushed inside. "Back so early, Sve..." The man who walked into the room trailed off as he stared at his friend and the stranger in his arms. The man was Lukas, a young elf who lived with Berwald and Mathias, along with his brother Emil. Lukas had platinum-blond hair with a cross pin holding up the bangs on one side and an unusual curl that seemed to float next to the bottom-left area of his head. His eyes were midnight blue and were deep and seemingly emotionless, and his skin was a creamy-pale color. Lukas was the healer of the group and, though he seemed to not care about anything, treasured his friends greatly.
"What's going on, Sverige*?" questioned the elf a he stepped forward, looking over the boy his friend had brought in as Berwald lay him on their couch. "Found him on my way back. He was laying next to a dead wyvern. The beast was frozen solid." Berwald replied in that curt way of his as he watched Lukas's eyes widen slightly. "Can you help him? He's hurt..." Lukas nodded and, though he was suspicious of the stranger, decided to help, since his friend Berwald seemed to care about the young man, and Lukas trusted Berwald. He lifted the boy, mentally noted his weight and (unusual) body temperature, and carried him to the back room, Berwald following closely. "What's with the blade?" Lukas questioned as he lay the blonde down on the bed and began undressing him. He chuckled inwardly as his Swedish fried turned away, blushing slightly Most didn't realize it, but Berwald was quite shy. (Not to mention homosexual.) "Found it next to him. It's what killed the wyvern." Lukas nodded as he finished removing the young man's clothing. The wounds weren't too serious, but he would need stitches. As he cleaned and treated the boy's wounds, he was once again surprised due to the boy's body temperature. The boy wasn't shivering, nor were his lips blue, and his fingers and toes weren't purple, so he didn't have hypothermia. He was definitely alive, and his blood flow wasn't hindered. Heck, his wounds were already beginning to heal! Suddenly, he remembered something. "Berwald, grab me my journal. It should be on my desk."
Berwald did so, and Lukas flipped to a page and scanned it. "Just as I thought." "What?" "This kid's not human." Berwald's eyes widened. "What is he?" "A sprite. Specifically, a winter one, if his body temperature and the frozen wyvern are any indicators." "What's a sprite?" "They're like humans, but are magically connected to a part of nature and have power over all parts of it. A winter sprite like this has power over ice, snow, water, etc." "I see..." Berwald mumbled in awe. "I'm honestly surprised, I haven't seen a sprite around here before. I wonder where he came from..." Lukas mumbled curiously. "...I guess we'll need to wait for him to awake to find out..." Berwald replied, thinking about the boy once more. Who was this strange young man, exactly? Where did he come from? Just how powerful was he? And... why did Berwald feel this way about him?
Dun dun dun!` What do you think? I hope it's not too terrible. XD Anyway, there's your explanation of a sprite! I hope your pleased to know now! Also, what do you think of the end? I thought that implication would add a bit of drama. Plus, who doesn't love a good-old-fashioned cliff hanger?! :D /bricked/ Anywhore, I'll try and work on the next chapter as soon as possible. Don't worry, I havent' forgotten about my other stories, I'll try and work on those too! Oh! Almost forgot, here's the translation:
*Swedish for Sweden
LOL! XD Anyway, ttyl!~