TINO'S P.O.V.

The nightmares got worse. I knew they were visions, but they kept getting longer, and more bloody.

This time though, was much worse. I woke up screaming, my soul and throat both. Berwald was there, his strong arms clasping around my torso, his face buried in my neck.

Shhh, Tino calm down, you'll be okay. His soul began to soothe my own, gentle waves of tenderness slowly calming me down. What happened?

Blood, so much blood! And Peter- I choked on a sob, my eyes wide as the images splayed across my brain again.

Peter, my baby, his hands nailed to planks of wood, his chest cut and bleeding. I watched as a grotesque man reached up, shoving a spear up into his chest. Peter let out a strangled cry, and I could see the life leave his eyes.

"We have to stop it Berwald!" I cried, sobs shaking my body so hard I thought I would fall apart. Berwald held me even tighter, his arms beginning to feel like they were crushing me.

I will not let them touch our son. They will die before that happens. Even his soul voice sounded strained and animalistic. A deep growl rumbled in his chest and I finally began to relax. He would protect us.

"We have to send him away before this can happen, him and all the children here, I don't think they'll survive otherwise," I murmured, gently pushing my way out of his embrace. My scar ached today, so I stretched a bit more than I usually did, trying to work out the kinks.

"Ye sh'ld go w'th 'em." Berwald rumbled, his stern gaze following me as I went about pulling on my clothes for the day.

"Absolutely not. Berwald, I've told you, this is my destiny, I have to fight. I know you don't want me to… but I have to. I have to." I argued with him, sitting down in a chair and tugging on my boots.

Berwald had still yet to rise from his position, and I didn't mind too much. His muscled chest was nice to look at.

"D'na w'nt ye to." He continued, almost a pout on his face.

"I know honey… I know." I reassured him, leaving our room for the hallway. "I'm going to go on down to breakfast and begin preparations to move the children. We don't know when they're going to strike, so we need to be prepared and move fast." I left him in our room, a dark look passing over my face.

"I won't let that vision happen."

…

"Mom?" Peter looked confused, and hurt. "What do you mean? Why do we all have to go?" He asked, his voice already trembling.

"Honey, it won't be for long. You have to go because the Vikings are coming back to torment this place, and I had a vision that you were in danger. Uncle Lukas has also been having visions of danger, so you're all coming. Okay?" I explained, knowing he wouldn't quite understand why the Vikings were such a bad thing.

"Mom… they aren't going to hurt you right?" He asked quietly.

I blinked, having almost forgotten the horrifying visions of my own death. I couldn't very well tell him that though. "Of course not, your father and I are going to be fine."

It had been two days since I had the vision, and I was beginning to panic about the visions. They didn't get better, they got worse. However, I now kept this information to myself for the most part. As long as I saw the end of each one, I managed to see the good ending of victory.

No matter the cost to us.

The preparations for the children to leave had all been made. Four different coaches would be dispatched, and they would head to four different safe havens for dragons. It would hopefully do better as a distraction, and it would take longer for anyone watching the roads to figure out which coach held my son.

I shuddered at the prospect of using the other children as bait to keep my own safe, but I couldn't bear to see the vision come true. I had to stop it.

Berwald was wrapping his arms around me, his chin resting on the top of my head. Calm down, everyone can feel how tense you are. The visions won't come true. Peter will be safe. His reassurances however, meant little, since he had no clue of the others I was hiding from him.

"I know… let a mother worry." I murmured, watching as Peter finished packing up his belongings.

Since coming here, Berwald and other members of the dragon clan had showered him with gifts. He had a few toy swords, numerous favorite books, trunks of clothes and boots and armor, and so many toys he couldn't take all of them with him.

He stood, staring at his trunks, a small frown on his face. Then he looked at the small toy bear he was holding in his small hands. It had been his since he was born, a gift from Lili, the woman who had helped deliver him. He loved it the most.

Peter was staring at me now, the toy held out for me to take. I reached for it, forcing my hands to stop their shaking.

"For me? Peter, honey no. This is your favorite." I smiled tremulously, holding it close to my breast anyway.

"That's why you should have it. At least until I get back. Keep it to remind you of me while I'm gone. Okay? Promise Mama?" He asked, his blue eyes brimming with tears. "Please?"

"Of course I will Peter!" I exclaimed, reaching forward to pull him close to me. He fit snuggly in my arms, and I was found with the sudden desire, the need, to have him stay here, to never have him part ways with me. A flash of one of my visions fixed that thought real quick though.

Sucking in a deep breath, I summoned all the strength I had and pulled away from my only son.

"Now Peter, you have to promise to be good, and listen to your cousin Bjort okay?" I told him, watching helplessly as a few tears trailed down his cheeks.

"I promise Mama… even if he gets bossy sometimes." He pouted, looking away and trying to scrub away the tears before too many fell and I would be forced to keep him here with me.

"Don't cry sweetheart, it won't be for long. I promise, this battle will happen, and then you'll be back here with all of us. Okay?" I asked him, tears trailing down my own face. "You'll be safe."

Peter nodded. "Okay Mama." He turned from me, and Berwald helped him into the carriage that would carry him away from me.

"Dracul, ye th' onl' one I w'uld tr'st w'th this carr'ge. K'ep our s'n s'fe." Berwald called to the petite dragon with fangs even in his human form.

"Master Berwald, I vow on the graves of my parents, murdered by Viking scum, that I will let no one near this coach that has any intention of harming these boys." He vowed solemnly, his normally jovial attitude grim and serious.

"I tr'st ye." Berwald nodded, turning to face me.

I began to cry anew, a terrible feeling of loss washing over me as I watched Berwald close the door, and command the driver to leave. My tears turned to sobs as I watched my baby leave by carriage. I might never see him again. I could die in this battle!

Berwald held me close, stroking my hair with his large hands. He faced away from the carriages. I pulled away a little, and saw that Berwald himself was crying. Twin streaks of water ran down his strong cheekbones, but his eyes were closed.

I probed at our bound, trying to wrap him in comfort. He will survive this way. I know it.

But will you? He asked, I need the both of you so I can go on. His gentle voice wrapped around me, even as his arms did.

I closed my eyes. "I don't want to die. I will do my best to survive. If it is the will of Freyja though… I cannot say." I admitted, allowing my own fear slip into the bond. I don't think she would give this all to me and take it away Berwald. She is kind, not malevolent. I tried to reassure him, stroking his cheeks and the tears away.

"Come, I need to practice, and you need to lead your men into their exercises for war." I decided to take his mind off of our son and our collective safety, focusing it instead on the upcoming battle. "Did you see where Lukas went?" I asked, taking his hand and walking with my husband back inside the castle.

MATTHIAS' P.O.V.

"Is it done?" I demanded, my voice no more than a husky breath in the winter air.

"Yes, My Lord, I convinced them that I would keep them safe. It shouldn't be too hard for you to do as you planned… especially since they're all conveniently asleep at the moment." Fangs flashed in the fading light, the short form placing his hands on his hips.

"Thank you so much for your help, once again, I am very pleased." I continued, drawing out my favorite battle axe. "Would you like to watch?" I asked, my draconic legs making large dents in the fresh snow.

"Oh indeed~!" He replied, eagerly following after me.

"There's… just one problem to fix before I get started." I paused, my reptile eyes staring into his own.

He leaned back, fear permeating the air suddenly. So this fool, wasn't so foolish after all. "Ah, what is it? They should be out for the next few hours, and even screaming can't wake them!" He tried to reassure me.

"You know, that actually isn't the problem." I stated, nodding my head a few times. I took a step closer to him, and he fell back a step, falling to the ground. I could practically see his heart thumping in his chest. "The problem is… I hate dragons." I continued, swinging my axe down, slicing deeply into his body.

He screamed, a high-pitched sound that hurt my ears. I sliced at his neck, and the sound stopped. My vision blurred for a moment, and body felt super-heated. I blinked, and I was covered in his blood, his body more than half gone beneath me. My stomach felt more than full, leading me to conclude I had begun eating him as a meal.

I stared down at the destroyed body of Dracul, tilting my head a bit, before shrugging. "Oh well."

I lumbered to where the carriage sat, four children slumbering inside. My clawed hands yanked open the door, and they didn't even stir. Inside was the two that I wanted, and two small brunettes, odd curls sticking from their heads.

I pulled them all from the carriage, and began dragging their drugged bodies off to my camp, not far away.

"Everything is perfect. I shall destroy Berwald, and he will know how wrong he was to do this to me." I snickered, throwing the children at the feet of the Viking horde that followed me.

"Have fun with the blonds, and I guess if you want to do something to the brunettes, be my guest." I shrugged. "Just as long as they can't get away, and the blonds are dead, I will be very happy, and greatly reward you all!" I cried, throwing back my head and letting out a howl of laughter that turned into a stream of fire.

My men gave a roar of approval, and a few lunged forward for the children. I watched as they began to butcher the blonds, grinning madly.

A/N: Go ahead and murder me. This has taken too long, but I've wasted too much time trying to expand this, and I wanted to detail them dying, so if you'd like me to describe it, tell me, if not, also tell me.

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