I Scored Myself A Mate

A spell. An undeniably big source of magic that could have many effect on humans and supernatural creatures alike. It could also be cast in many different ways. By just a simple chanting, through a person's belonging or by drinking a certain drink. It was even possible by inhaling fumes. Spells could kill, they could charm or heal depending on the casters skill and of course will. They could be proved as vicious enemies or even a very powerful alley. 

In the men's case, who had fallen asleep this spell was more like s trickster than an enemy. Definitely not alley since they had all been transferred to their own special dreamland, made just for them. It was a special place combining their deepest thoughts and fears. Where their hearts and minds united when they inhaled the intoxicating scent from the always steaming teapot they found themselves at that exact spot and for a lot of them it was excruciating. 

For Ares it was an unknown and dark place. He had always been open about what he believed he felt. Always living his life based on instinct and whims. He had changed a lot from being the innocent and pure kid that used to have a crush on the elf King, desperately wanting his attention. He wasn't the kid that hated his brother. Not because he considered him beneath him but because he was incredibly jealous of him. Theseus his older brother was everything he was supposed to be. Gifted, smart, strong and handsome while he was just an average good looking elf kid that had been born for the sole reason of being a successor. Nothing more. Theseus though was free, he could come and go, fight to his heart content and drink and no one would scold him, no one cared but that to Ares seemed liberating. He had learned to live with that pain but when he saw his brother having what he wished for the most, Allias he slowly began to change. The final moment was his kidnapping and the facing of death. After that horrible moment he had decided to lock every serious though, every concern and fear in a box and burry it in the corners of his mind. He wished to live every day care free and smiling with no responsibilities. That was why he had become the rejected prince. The one who denied to lead or rule. All he wanted to do was live, be free. 

So now that he found himself locked inside the meeting point of his mind and heart, he felt like he had become a prisoner and the scene in front of him reminded him of that. Of his fears, of his thoughts that he had decided to ignore and the bad decisions he regretted even hundreds of years later. 

He was at the Disee palace. A long, long time ago before the hurtful war, when his parents were both still alive and he had just started his rebellion. He was going out till late, sleeping with the most beautiful ladies and boys sometimes with both and he was trying to find what exactly was the thing that would make him happy in life. He had tried everything, drugs, sexual pleasures, disobeying every rule, fighting but still something inside him was empty. No matter how many times his father screamed at him or beat him he would never stop, he was searching for something. Desperate to find it. The root of happiness. 

His room seemed to foreign now as he watched his younger self argue with his father. His huge bed and the drawers filled with jewels and gold had disappeared. He hadn't visited that room in years, as he was ashamed. Ashamed of the person that used to live there. The soulless shell that got to return to that bed drunk every night. The expensive clothes made of the finest fabrics, tailored especially for him seemed pointless now but back then was all he had. Money and his cocky attitude made him who he was. Unwanted and rejected. 

"Ares! This situation has to stop! What has gotten into you? I thought about letting you do whatever you wanted for a while but this…you coming home beaten and drunk…this is ruining your image. You are the heir to the Disee throne." His father shouted at him as he sat on his bed. His clothes, his silk shirt was ripped and scratches were visible everywhere on his body, together with bruises. 

"I don't want to stop. I do not wish to be the heir" he told him and his father gasped in shock. He grabbed him, from one of the pieces that were hanging from his shirt and lifted him up, looking at him with a deadly stare as he spoke.

"Don't be ridiculous. You need to come to your senses. I have contacted Ea's family. You two are to be engaged, get married and become soul links. A child like him will manage to stop you from being such a nuisance. I don't care about heirs from you. That's the Avgee problem, but since I had you, you are going to act like my son. You get it?" He asked him. 

Ares pushed him back and freed himself, in shock from the news he had heard. He wanted him to get engaged? At such a young age? And with someone he hadn't seen ever since he was a literal child. Ea was annoying. He didn't like him at all back then and he was sure he wouldn't even until now. 

"This is stupid. Do not touch me!" He screamed at his father as the man tried to approach him. "There is no way I am getting engaged to that idiot." He shouted before he disappeared teleporting outside the palace and into the dark alleys of the main village. Disheveled and beaten the elves who passed him by stared at him in disbelief. The ones who looked for a bit longer were gifted deadly glare by him as he walked as further away from home as he could. "Watch where you're going!" he shouted when someone suddenly bumped into him. 

He looked in front of him to realize a shy, petite elf was standing in front of him, looking around anxious. He had black short hair and honey colored eyes that shone gold underneath the street lights. He stared at Ares biting his bottom lip before he excessively apologized. 

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry. I…I am lost. Could you please help me?" he asked with a sad expression and Ares scoffed. He was very pretty but at the moment he didn't feel like picking up a stray from the street. 

"No, sorry." He said and began walking again getting further and further away from him. 

"Wait please" the boys aid and grabbed his sleeve. Ares sighed before he turned around. 

"Okay, fine but let's be quick." He told him and the boy in front of him smiled brightly. His lips curling up and his eyes shining underneath the night sky. He had never seen such an honest smile in his life. Ares realized and his heart sped up. 

"Thank you! I was separated from my family. We are traveling from the country side and staying in an inn close by. We have a hearing tomorrow with the king" he explained and Ares furrowed his eyebrows. 

"With the King?" 

"Yes, because of a…wedding." He revealed, with a set of blushing cheeks. 

"So you are being forced to get married too?" Ares asked him, feeling like he had probably found a person who understands him. The unfamiliar boy raised his head and stared at him confused. Forced? He was not being forced?

"Oh, no! I am not being forced or anything." He explained while shaking his hands. "I…I liked this person. Ever since I was little. I haven't seen them in a while but I am sure that he is still the same. He used to be very kind even though a bit obnoxious at time he was funny and his laughter always made me feel calm. I really want to see him again actually" He said with a chuckle as he rubbed the back of his neck.

Ares thought he looked really attractive that way. Filled with excitement, blushing and smiling. He was truly happy. The person he was going to marry had become his root of happiness. What he had so desperately been searching. It was as if this boy was shining in front of his eyes and suddenly the colors seemed brighter, the air smelled so sweet and in the middle of everything he stood there, being framed by the unknown beauty of this world. The sad prince laughed and stared at the boy. 

"Ah, why couldn't I get married to someone like you?" he asked him with a bitter smile as they walked and his blush became more intense.

Now, if this was his actual memory this scene would have ended there, with him running away since the guards would have found him. But this was a spell something that Ares had seemed to forget, lost in the moment, drawn about his feelings of that first meeting. It was as if he was viewing everything for the first time. 

"I…my name is Ea" the boy revealed and the Ares in the made up now, memory gasped surprised. But also the observer Ares did, as if he didn't know what would happen. 

Suddenly anger filled the man in the scene. His red eyes turning into flames and he grabbed the small elf from his neck raising him from the ground as he coughed in need of air. His feet were kicking back and forth, trying to get away, as he cried, begging for mercy. 

Ares shocked, tried to interfere. He didn't want to kill Ea. He shouldn't. He would come to love him and appreciate him for who he was. Through their ups and downs he would find his root of happiness but none of that would happen if Ea died right there. He tried to get in the memory. Stop observing and take action but he couldn't. All he could see was himself struggling his love. He screamed and shouted for the person in front of him to stop but nothing changed, until his lifeless body fell onto the dirty ground. At that moment his self, turned and faced him with a distorted smile.

"You said you didn't want to marry him. So I took rid of him for us" he said before he disappeared and Ares was finally able to enter the scene.  He ran towards Ea kneeling on the ground as he took his body in his arms. 

"No, no, no. this is not what I want. No." he repeated. "I am sorry. I am so sorry. Ea!" He shouted and hugged him. "Please come back. I will tell you how much I love you. I will spoil you, I will never leave you. Ea please. Don't die. Don't leave me" he cried.