A Sunor tale Chapter 1: The viking Times
As a country you serve your people, breath for your people, exist for your people. As a country you are in some kind of limbo between being a slave and being a royal; You are treated with respect, yet treated like nothing when it comes to it. As a country you can not dress as you want, act as you want or love as you want. Sure they tell you that you have free will and as a young naïve nation you smile at the lies. Soon enough as time passes by the truth comes out and rips your heart to shreds. As a country this is my story, this is our story.
His hands were dirty and covered with small scars. He held onto the knife with his shaking hands, the cold air was making him shudder and hide more inside of the big cloak that he had on. It was not helping at all that the only clothes that he was wearing were drenched in cold water. His lips were broken, coloured in blue and bleeding, his skin as white as a dead body and light blonde wet frozen and stiff hair. Even his eyelashes had formed frost on its ends. His green and blue eyes were lifeless and if he had not been shuddering and whimpering so pathetically , you would had assumed that the little boy was just dead laying in the snowy forest.
The little boy's name was Björn, he was no older than five years old. He was freezing for sure and he knew that he could die for a little bit, but he was strong, he would survive. He was a Viking after all. He had been in battle before, had been pierced by a sword, he had fought a bear with his own bare hands and yes, it had left him with scars and angry people yelling at him, that he was to young, that he should stay at the village with the other children, but he had huffed at that. Right now thought he missed them and wished they would come out from behind a tree covered in snow, wrap him in a warm blanket and carry him home. He did not care if they yelled at him as long as they came.
A movement caught Björn’s attention. Snow fell down from a nearby tree and a sound of twigs being moved and snow being pressed down by heavy boots was heard. Berwald tensed and held his knife closer, he stood up ready to fight if needed. He hoped it was his people but if it was someone else they were probably enemies.
A man came into view, not anyone from his people though. His eyes hardened. The man stopped in his tracks as he laid his eyes on the cold and wet boy standing a few meters away from him. The man was young maybe in his twenties. He had dark eyes and dark long braided hair. It was not braided as Björn’s was, so that made it more clear that this man was not one of Björn’s people. His clothes were also slightly different, while Björn had more fabric, the man was dressed in leather.
“Hei there, little buddy, are you lost?”
The man also sounded strange, sure it was the same tongue as his own but the man sounded a bit weird when he pronounced the words. Björn did not give him a answer he continued glaring, to which the man gulped.
“Wow it’s some glare you have kid, you’re actually making me a bit uneasy”
Björn felt pride over those words, but a pain in his leg made his face change into a few seconds of a pained expression before going back to the cold face he pulled up so well. The man however did not miss what happened and he walked towards the boy and fought to get the knife out of the boy’s stiff hands. He finally succeed and after that Björn was so cold and tired. He could not move his legs or arms since they had frozen. With no more power to fight, he let the man pick him up in his arms and carry him away.
He tried to keep his eyes open but his head was hurting and the lack of sleep the day before did not help. His eyes closed. He was getting kidnapped, his people would be so mad when they find him.
“He's not one of us” a male gruff voice said close to his ears.
“No, his clothes show that he comes from the other people” a female voice said this time.
“The other people… you mean the swedes?” A man.
“Ja” the gruffly man said again.
Björn opened his eyes and sat up looking around with his heart beating fast.
Björn quickly turned his head in the direction of the female voice. A woman in a red coat met his eyes. She looked tired but he knew why, she was one of the woman that were curators and they always had work to do because vikings could not be a second without getting a scar on their skin.
Björn did not panic, he just sat there waiting for what would come next. The fact that he was not tied down and that they clearly were vikings as well made him feel calm. Vikings were many things but they did not kill boys as young looking as himself and specially not when that boy was one of them.
“ There were some frost marks on your skin but it's fine now we warmed them up” The woman sat down beside him. On his other side stood the man with the gruff voice, an older man with big scary eyes and scar on his lip.
“I am the Chief here, my name is Fenrick and the woman is my wife Felisia. One of my warriors found you in the snow. You belong with the Swedes, am I right? We can send you back there in the morning if that's what you want, but I have a few questions…. First, why would you be out in the forest alone and second what is your name?”
Björn looked at him for a few seconds.
“They call me Björn... and I need to get to my village right now” he tried to stand up but his legs were still not right as they should be. He felt back on the bed again.
“You can not. There's a snow storm out there” Fenrick said glancing at the opening of the home. A wind blew threw it making some snow lay on the floor besides the opening.
Fenrick looked angry and turned his head to his wife.
The woman looked equality as angry as her husband. “I have no idea, he was with me a second ago and then he said he would ju-”
“I am back.” a young voice made the three persons in the room turn their heads towards a young boy covered in snow. He looked a little older than Björn himself, about seven or eight years old. He had shorter hair than Björn, still he had one braid in the front and another one on the side. His hair colour was a bit lighter than Björn’s, while the Swede had kind of a mix between white gold and gold, the other boy had more of a crystal and whitish blonde look in his hair. Björn’s eyes were sharp and had dancing dots of two colours in them, one being a light green tone and the other being crystal blue shimmering. The older boy had the oddest of eyes; They were a shimmer of dark blue as the sea in the corners of his eyes and a brilliant purple Sapphire. His skin was as pale as Björn’s but he seemed not to care for the cold at all.
“Where have you been?!” Fenrick looked beyond furious as he stood up and grabbed the boy’s under arm.
“Sorry, I needed to see that my friends were safe from the storm as well” Ivar replied. Björn admired that the boy much like himself did not flinch when was spoken to in that tone.
“You do not have friends! And you listen to me, we were worried and you could have gotten yourself hurt!”
Ivar nodded to show he understood and Fenrick let go of his arm with a sigh. Ivar was about to take off his wet clothes and get into his bed when he realised that there were more people in the room than usual. He lived in the same house as his boss and his wife but they had only two children and both of them were babies and slept in another room safe in their crib. So, who was the boy that was lying in his boss’ bed?
Ivar sensed however what the humans could not. Also the skin and eyes of the boy gave away a hint as well. A nation.
Humans are very shallow creatures, they will never admit it but it's true. If you look good you have a much bigger chance of surviving in this cruel world. That is why countries always had perfect skin, rare eye colours, and look as good as possible. And this boy had way too perfect skin and hair for a normal human.Ivar’s face dropped a bit at how his boss could not see that this boy was clearly a nation. Seriously it was not that hard to see.
“This is Björn, we found him out in the forest and we will lead him back to his village in the morning” Fenrick patted Ivar’s back.
They had a quiet minute before Ivar relaxed his arm and let Björn out of the grip.
“Until then keep him company, okay?” Ivar nodded and when his boss and his wife left the room Ivar took his knife out of it's holster and ran towards Björn. His knife fit right in at the Swede's neck. Björn didn't have a chance to get away from Ivar’s hold on him.
“ Okay speak, why are you here Sverige?”
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