Tumble Part 1~Tumble Part 1~Once upon a time, at the edge of the woods where the seasons changed as quickly as the mood of the winged sprites, there lived a couple who longed to have a child of their own. Now, this was no ordinary couple, for no matter how hard they could try, they could no produce a child alone, that being because they were both men.No child aside, however, the couple lived happily along the edges of a river that flowed past their farm and filled the spring nights with crickets and lovebugs and the autumns with passing birds and harvesting beetles. All was well on the couples' farm for many years, as they always had a decent harvest in their fields, and people would visit far and wide to see the extension of their workshop, which was filled with the most colorful of dolls, little wooden soldiers, and modeled homes and castles. Even the finest of collectors could appreciate such work from two humble people, and in time, their work soon became recognized to lands far away where cu
APH - Din Standhaftige SoldatIt was late. Norway clicked on the lamp on the side table next to his sofa and nestled into the cushion, cracking open his book.There were once five and twenty tin soldiers, all brothers, for they were the offspring of the same old tin spoon...He'd read the story-rather, fairytale-an innumerable amount of times, but still continued to read it every night.Each man shouldered his gun, kept his eyes well to the front, and wore the smartest red and blue uniform imaginable."The Steadfast Tin Soldier"
It was one of Denmark's silly fairytales, but it was his favorite.The first thing they heard in their new world, when the lid was taken off the box, was a little boy clapping his hands and crying, "Soldiers, soldiers!" It was his birthday, and they had just been given to him; so he lost no time in setting them up on the table.He didn't know what it was about the story that drew him in, time after time, night after night. He knew it was just a children's story, b
Han Drakk Alene - DenNorThe bartender sighed, throwing his towel over his shoulder in resignation. The front door, a rather new-looking slab of wood since the last one had been cracked in two about a week ago, opened quietly and the barman looked up."Oh good." he said thankfully, seeing who it was, not that he couldn't guess as there were only so many patrons who treated the old hinges and worn doorknob with respect. "You're here."The man nodded to him in silent greeting.It was always the same routine; tonight was no different. It was hours after any decent closing time, and the two shared no pleasantries.Instead, the bartender would flick his towel down under the bar and fetch a single bottle of Linie off the back shelf, opening it with the ease one found having completed an action only so many before they lost count. The man would glance up and the two would share a tired look that put a little humor into the situation to make it seem less strange.In turn, the bartender would sometimes retrieve his own
Tumble Part 3~Tumble Part 3~When morning came, Mathias had never felt so energized and prepared. He was finally going to meet the winged sprites and hopefully get some closure to his possible origins. After a wonderful breakfast of roasted mushrooms and baked oaken fruit cakes, he rejoined with Lukas who was dressed as brilliantly as ever. Seeing how he was seeing to an audience with the winged sprites, he looked even more regal than before with golden patterns of leaves and flowers Mathias had never seen. He felt humble just standing around his presence, and he had originally thought his provided clothes were spectacular."Morning, Lukas!" Mathias greeted him with a cheery smile. "You look lovely today."The prince shied his face from him. "Be on your best behavior," he hissed, not bothering to thank him for the compliment. "You'll be traveling with me, so I'm technically responsible for your actions. Do not speak out of line. In fact, do not speak at all unless I permit you to."Mathias thought
Tumble Part 2~Tumble Part 2~When Mathias awoke, he was no longer shivering and alone. He heard something that was once lost on his young ears: the crackling of flames in a fireplace. Something smelled delicious like boiled roots and stewed corn soup. In the warmth of his new location, he heard someone working in a separate room, a kitchen perhaps or a laundry room."H-Hello?" he called out. His throat was dry and sore from enduring the bitter frost outside. It hurt to talk for very long.A shuffling noise came through, and Mathias' host came crawling through, a pointy nose, long whiskers, tail and all. It was a brown mouse. "Finally awake, are you?" he squeaked and twitched his whiskers. He spoke with a country accent. "I found ye near frozen under that shoe. Thought you were dead, but heard your heart was still a-beatin'. So's I dragged ya back here. Yer welcome to stay, o'course, but if I'm gonna have one more mouth ta feed, you'll need ta do some housework around here. My eyes aren't what they