"Guys can we rest for a minute please, my legs are hurting," Derogan asked.
"Now?" Deutsche said surprised, "can't you keep going for a little longer, we are still too close to the kingdom."
"Deutsche, we have been walking for over two hours, I'm pretty sure we have gone far enough to be at a safe distance," Mandara grumbled.
The German sighed, "Fine, but let's get off the road just in case."
The brothers agreed and they headed a little way into the woodline, not too far from the road but enough to hide them from prying eyes. They found a good flat spot and Mandara and Deutsche set Derogan down against a tree.
"Are you ok, brother?" Mandara asked, Derogan flashed him a small stink face for asking a stupid question.
"Here, let me take a look," Deutsche said as he knelt down beside the Mandorians. Derogan raised a brow but said nothing, the German took this as an ok to go ahead and he carefully rolled up the winged prince's pants leg to get a better look at the wound.
Deutsche shook his head at the nasty gash, "it is pretty deep, we need to stop the bleeding before anything else." so he proceeded to untie his cowl and wrap it tightly around Derogan's leg, he whimpered from the pain but bit his tongue so he didn't cry out.
Deutsche then turned to Mandara, "can you do the same thing to his wing please."
Mandara nodded and tied his cowl around the gash on his brother's wing. When that was done, the German told the two to stay put and that he would be back soon, the Mandorians exchanged nervous glances but nodded, so he stood up and walked further into the forest.
It was starting to get dark when Deutsche finally returned, the brothers were surprised because they thought he abandoned them, but he came back holding a lot of plants and other woodland stuff.
"You have been gone for hours to go flower picking?" Derogan asked angrily.
"Relax, I was looking for herbs and spiderwebs for your wounds," Deutsche answered calmly.
He sat down, unwrapped the blood-soaked cowl on Derogan's leg, and got to work dressing the injury. When Deutsche tried to put the herb paste on the wound, Derogan yelped and moved away.
"Don't move, it's going to hurt worse if you keep squirming." the German said.
"Well you're putting chewed-up leaves on my injury, of course I'm going to squirm." Derogan spat.
Deutsche sighed irritably, "these 'chewed-up leaves' are Yarrow poultice, it's going to help stop the bleeding and keep the wound from getting infected, so stop moving if you want your leg to heal."
"How do you know about herbology?" Mandara asked, Deutsche didn't look up but answered,
"Whenever I would misbehave as a child Prussia would abandon me in the middle of the woods, so I learned quite early about what plants can heal you and what ones can hurt you, among other survival knowledge."
Both Mandara and Derogan hummed but said nothing further, eventually, Mandara left his brother in the German's capable hands and went to find firewood since it was getting darker by the minute. He came back later with a bunch of sticks just as Deutsche was finishing up Derogan's wing, so the two set up a small fire pit and lit it by rubbing a few rocks together. Once the fire was nice and big, all three princes sat around it, Deutsche on one side and the brothers hugging each other on the other.
Everyone was silent, they were all having trouble believing the situation they were in and mostly just stayed quiet to process it all. Mandara eventually ended up crying himself to sleep on Derogan's shoulder, so his big brother hugged him tightly and wrapped his good wing around him to keep him warm.
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Clash of Kings
Fanfic(Cover by 0luv0love0) For as long as man has been on earth, they have fought for the title of leader, and those battles kept on growing until it spiraled into a winner takes all war. The Kingdom of Mandoria was not like the other countryhumans of h...
