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Lukas

((Mathias' POV))

I attempt to balance the pile of scrolls and books in my arms as I walks behind the boy I just met, helping him being these to the crazy old mans house where he says he's living temporarily.

"We should hurry, it's getting dark.." I heard from the boy in front of me, his voice mellow and quiet. I look around to see everyone shutting up their shops, people closing their doors, and the faint lights of a lit candles and fireplaces inside the buildings disappear leaving everything else enveloped in the twilight. I nod and jog up to walk close up next to him, so I can protect him from all the scary things in the dark, ya know.

"What's your name?" I ask, looking over at him as he continued to look down to prevent himself from tripping. He was a bit shorter then me, maybe by just a few inches.

"Lukas." he said, a small song in the tone of his voice. I smile and look forward again, trying to look over the pile in carrying to make sure the two of us don't run into anything, it isn't working to much though. "You can't ask for my name, then not tell me yours" he said, looking away from his path and up at me.

"My name?? My name is Mathias!" I said happily, almost like how I normally did before what happened, "Mathias Køler!" I said again, wanting him to know my sir name to see if he recognizes the importance of my noble family.

"Oh! I think I met your father when I was looking for Mikkel's house." He said, a soft smile on his lips, "he gave me directions, he seemed nice."

"Really?" I ask, a bit disappointed that his reaction wasn't animated like how others react to my name.

"Yeah..." Lukas' smile fades to a mixture of confusion and sadness. He just seemed so upbeat, what happened?

"Lukas, what's wrong?" I looked back over to him, to make sure everything is ok.

"You're dad.. His aur-..." Lukas started, but he quickly stoped himself from talking mid word, clearing his throat, then starting to talk again, "... He seemed sad." He said finally and quickly, looking back down as if he said something wrong before he looked back up to me again. "Did something happen? It's hard to believe that a depressive man such as him has a joyful son like you." He smiled as if it was a complement, but all it brought was the memories of my mother that disappeared for the small time I've been with Lukas. I look forward again to keep him from seeing the tears forming in my eyes, but kept by chin high.

"A-Aye... S-something happened.." I mumble out softly to hide the trembling in my voice that I knew would be there if I spoke any louder. Lukas nodded silently almost in an understanding that it hurt a lot.

"You don't need to talk about it if you don't want. We did just meet." He said, taking a deep breath and looking up confidently again, smiling over to me slightly. Even if it was a small smile, it made me feel better.

"We're here," Lukas said after the short while of comfortable silence as we walked. I look up at the fermilier wooden tower that looked over the west district square. We walk up to the door and Lukas knocks with his foot since his arms were full. The door swings open a few seconds later, Mikkel holding the door open for us as we walk in from the chilly outside night to the illuminated warm comforting interior.

"Just put them over there," Mikkel ordered, closing the door and referencing to an empty table for us to drop everything off on. it's probably the only thing on this room that isn't coverd in papers or books. I put the scrolls down and smile to Lukas, then look over at Mikkel who probably doesn't like me much, but I don't know.

"Mathias! I haven't seen you in a long time my boy! How's your father?" He asked, a smile on his face. He's probably just trying to be polite, he has never tried to talk to anyone really, always just locks himself up in here. Father said to not disturb him or mess with him, that he's been through a lot and is doing a lot for the kingdom in studies, I've never asked why not, I've always just complied.

"Uhh," I mumbled, not expecting him to act so friendly, I glance to Lukas, then back to Mikkel, "we've been fine... I guess," I mumble, not really wanting to talk to him, especially about mother.

"Oh! Lukas, I set up all of your stuff upstairs in your room while you were gone," Mikkel said, pulling his lack of attention from me to a full attention to Lukas. Lukas nods and heads to the stairs, looking back at me once he reached the first step,

"I'll see you later," he said softly, as if he didn't want to go, like he was being pulled from me. I smile to him and wave as he headed up the steps. I look back up at Mikkel.

"You should go home lad, your father is probably worried," he said, walking to the door and opening it for me, showing me out.

"T-thanks" I managed, looking at him curiously as I walk out of the warmth back and into the chill of the night. Almost immediately after I walk out, the illumination on the candle light shining on the ground from inside disappears as the door closes, a loud bang from the door hitting the wood behind me.

I start to make my way home through the empty streets when I hear joyful shouting and laughter. I quickly run to hide in the shadows of the closed up markets as I hear the drunk happy noise heading down the main street torwards where I am. The torchlight became visible, then finally the small caravan, a large wagon with figures around it as it gets closer and clearer. The grown men singing as they walk slowly with the wagon, a few of them with women clinging onto them like leaches. When they get closer, I recognize one of them by the red of his hair and the hook shape of his nose. The man who goes around and brings thralls back to the major distributors and merchants in this city, who sells them off to anyone who pays. I don't know what his name is, or anyone he works with, I just remembered my father telling me to stay far away from him and his group, I heard his reminder ring in my head as if he was right next to me saying it.

As soon as the wagon passes, as well as all the loud men, I come out of hiding and quickly run home.