Yay more magical creatures! (Or is this the first I've put creatures of the magical type in here? Hmm…) But again, this does not follow any specific mythology or anything, it all came directly from my mind.
But do enjoy~

The next morning, Mathias was woken by the sunlight shining through the trees over head, and he jolted awake. Looking around, he saw soldiers lazily sitting up, or moving about the camp. Apparently everyone had just woken up.

The Dane blinked, before getting off the cot and knocking on the carriage door. "Hey, Prince? Brynjar? You guys awake in there?"

The door opened to reveal the small boy holding out the bag of food. "High Prince Aleksander wishes you to leave him alone for the day. I will bring the cot back into the carriage while you feed the horses…"

"Oh… Okay." Mathias took the bag, heading out to feed, water and untie the horses. Again, he led Elrith to her post and hitched her to the carriage. Once his duties were complete, he returned the bag and signaled for Chet to begin moving.

They traveled for a long ways without breaks, for the prince demanded they make it without such. Traveling along the path was hard, especially for the average workers.

When the sunlight was just barely past the trees, the High Prince slammed open his carriage door and called very loudly for the caravan to stop. Immediately the workers sighed in relief and rested their worn feet.

The soldiers either got off of their own carriages or dismounted their horses, setting up camp. Mathias did his duties and tied the horses up yet again.

He walked over to the Prince's carriage, knocking and kindly requesting entrance.

Aleksander was the one to greet him this time, annoyed- if not entirely pissed- frown set in place. "If you are here to get food to the caravan, that is Chet's job today." He said.

"No, prince, it's just…" Mathias stopped what he was saying when the aforementioned man walked up to receive the bag.

Chet nodded at the prince, smirked at the Dane and went to pass out the food.

"What is it, Dansk?" Aleksander crossed his arms over his chest impatiently.

"Sorry, okay?" he mumbled, face a little red. "About barging in on you and shit… But you do look pretty good without a shirt on, at least~" he grinned, and found that Aleksander did not take this well. The door was slammed in his face not a moment later.

The Dane sighed, sitting against the carriage again. "So much for apologizing…" he closed his eyes, but his thoughts were interrupted as muffled yells were heard inside the carriage. He listened harder, trying to decipher what was being said- to no luck.

Soon after the yelling stopped, the High Prince barged out of the carriage, fast-walking passed Mathias and into the woods.

Brynjar sighed from the doorway of the carriage. "I don't know why bror is in such a hurry to leave… This is about the time when the demons come out."

This alarmed Mathias, and the knight quickly stood up. "Demons?"

Boy nodded. "Of course. We are in the wilderness, after all." He sighed again, before going inside. "I hope he doesn't die out there. I'm not ready to take the throne yet…"

Mathias looked at where Brynjar disappeared, before turning his attention to where Aleksander had gone into the woods. There was still some light out, he probably could find his way to the other before long…

He took the split descision and headed after the prince.

It took some moments, but eventually Mathias had made it to a barely visible trail. He guessed that this was the way that Aleksander went, and followed it. He had made it to a small clearing, and spotted the prince crouched in front of a tree. He opened his mouth to say something, but was stopped as a small, blue glowing orb floated down in front of Aleksander.

He watched as the other conversed with the orb, until he was spotted. The little orb squeaked- from what he could hear- and disappeared. Aleksander sighed and stood up.

"Great. What do you want?" he asked, again crossing his arms.

"Well, you ran off so suddenly, and it is kinda dangerous out here…" Mathias replied, scratching the back of his head.

"Well you just scared a fairy away…" the shorter blonde replied.

"O-oh, that's what that wa-" The Dane stopped speaking as a red light reached the corner of his eye and he turned to see a teeny-tiny young lady flying right in his face. He said a quiet, half-surprised 'hello'.

The fairy girl jumped a little and sped over to Aleksander, hiding in his hair. The prince sighed. "He won't hurt any of you, trust me." Right after the words left his mouth, many lights appeared as different coloured fairies floated out of their hiding place.

The red one floated back to Mathias' face. "Magic user?"

The Dane blinked again, in confusion. "No, I'm not."

"Oh… Good bye." She flew up into the air, until she disappeared in the night sky.

"What was that about?" he asked Aleksander.

"Fairies prefer to involve themselves only with those who ponder- at least- in the realm of magic." He explained, walking towards the Dane. "And since you're already here, I guess I can show you something…" he turned back, motioning for the other to follow.

They headed farther back into the forest, until they reached a small pond. Aleksander pointed to the ground. "Sit." He demanded, before wading into the water.

Mathias sat back, keeping an eye on the prince with the lights of the fairies to help. He sat up, a little alarmed, when the prince completely submerged.

He kept still, seeing bubbles, and sighed in relief when he broke the surface again. The prince started back towards his companion, his hands cupped together. Mathias patted down some brush and leaves, so that the other did not have to get dirt on his trousers.

Aleksander sat down, holding his hands out. "This is a water nymph." He said as he opened his hands. "They're like fairies, but they can control their element, and become it if they wish."

Blue eyes looked down to the small aquatic creature. The nymph looked up at him, holding her small hand out. The fins that were in place of her ears wiggled a little, and she giggled as water squirted at the Dane.

Mathias jumped back, eyes wide. "W-what the?"

Aleksander chuckled quietly. "They are also playful creatures." He set his hands back down in the water, watching the nymph swim down again.

"I can tell…" Mathias wiped the water off of his face.

Aleksander stood up, wringing some of the water from his clothes. "We should get back… I need to change clothes."

"Yes, of course." Mathias stood as well, following the prince back to the clearing. Once there, Aleksander asked some of the little glowing creatures to lead them back to their caravan. The fairies giggled, before fluttering off.

Both men followed the fairies, for what seemed like a long long time. At this point there was no longer any light to follow other than the glowing wings of the flitting creatures. The prince finally got fed up and stopped. "Why are we not back yet?" he asked one of the closest fairies.

The little girl giggled, not answering, and flying off with her companions into the sky.

Aleksander sighed angrily, before sitting down at the base of a tree. "Great. We should camp out here; there's no hope in finding our way back in this darkness."

"Oh… Uh, okay." Mathias sat directly across from the other, twiddling his thumbs.

The prince curled into himself, shivering lightly. It was not the greatest idea to go swimming so late in the day… "Hey, prince?"

"Leave me alone and sleep already, Dansk."

The Dane blinked, before walking over and laying his Knight's Cloak over the other. It was a little help, wasn't it? "You should get all the help you can. Otherwise, who knows what can happen to you?" he chuckled, sitting down next to the shivering figure and leaning against the tree as well. "Good night, prince…"

A little thing I came up with after I finished this chapter was, "What would Brynjar have done/said/thought after Mathias ran off after Aleksander?" Well, here is how the short scene would have played out, had I had room for it: (also a kind of sorry gift for the shorter chapters)

Brynjar sighed as the Dane ran off, looking through the window of the carriage. "Mister Puffin, those two are so stupid to eachother." He looked down at the bird. "And the Dane is just plain stupid. There are no demons in this forest. Even a child would know that."

The bird blinked at the boy before shrugging in its little bird way and waddling to the bed.

"Bror should stop being stupid to himself, too…" the silver haired boy smiled a little bit, sitting down on the bed and picking the bird up. "Maybe I should get him some ale to help him loosen up when they get back, hm?"

The bird squawked and nipped at the other's sleeves, fluttering a moment before going to the pillows on the bed. Brynjar sighed quietly and made his way under the covers. "Good night, Mister Puffin."