I Scored Myself A Mate

"No, Joe would never do something like that. I am sure of it" Allias mumbled, while staring at Ares, stunned. He was so surprised, his voice rough from crying that he couldn't really say anything else. He hadn't been there; he didn't know what happened but at the same time he didn't want to believe it. He had placed all of his hopes on him. 

"Open your eyes! This kid is not special. He is like everyone else, a hateful human! Since the wolves messed everything up your dream is dead. It has always been. Now, this is all that has been left." Ares shouted. 

He had been a fool, how could he place his hopes on a teenage human and a hunter on top of that? He had been a hopeless dreamer once wishing for a peace he could never acquire. Now all he had was his lover's body, as his soul was leaving, his mind in a frenzy, desperate about what he should do to save him. 

"What are we going to do now?" He asked, no one in particularly. Mostly himself, who always marched with so much confidence but now all he could do is beg for someone to give him a solution. 

"We need to take him somewhere safe, maybe teleport back to the palace?" Ea wondered and Allias shook his head negatively. 

"Such a long distance teleport would exhaust him. We need to find a place closer."

"Let's go to Amelia" Mark suggested and everyone looked at him like he was talking in another language. "She is the only one in a reasonable distance. She said she was planning to help you, as long as she had finished off Mikael. There is a big possibility she would be of help. She also doesn't know that an elf knocked her out, she probably thinks it was Luke, trying to save his friend. As long as we are alone she might offer us a helping hand."

"What about the wolves though?"

"I will contact Mikael once we arrive she must have a phone. Just keep her busy so she doesn't know who I am talking to."

"This sis insane. It will be just another trap. That witch can see the future." Ares objected. He wouldn't risk it. Taking his brother back there, in this condition. 

"We will go." Allias stated and raised Theseus up gently. "We don't have much time. We have to take a risk if we're supposed to save him." He told them. He was aware that Ares did not agree, he was fine with that, at the end of the day he could just order him to do it, even though he didn't want to reach to such measures. He had to make sure Theseus would survive this. He was barely keeping it together; he couldn't manage to waste another second. He already felt like he was going insane staring at his pale face. 

The pain he was feeling, that suffocating pressure. He would never forget it. Allias had to hide it, he had his time to feel sad, to have an outburst but after those mere seconds he had to be a king, like he always was. He held Theseus tightly, staring at the rest with a serious look and then at Joe, who seemed to still be knocked out. Ares would not let go of him, afraid that he would do something dangerous. 

"I will deal with him later." He announced staring at the teen, filled with disgust. 

Soon all of the elves disappeared together with Mark and Joe. Now the road was completely empty, no one there to wait, to cry and shout. Isolated from most of the people, no cars honking or driving by. Just an endless silence as if no one had been standing there, as if not all of Allias' dreams had died on that road, crushed by the hatred that could so easily poison people's souls. He had been a idiot. He knew that, dreaming like that, hoping after everything he had seen, after everything he had gone through. The sun, the golden king everyone knew, had been long gone. 

Once they all arrived outside Amelia's door, fear made the hairs on the back of their necks rise. They shouldn't be underestimating her this time. That's what everyone had thought while staring at her wooden door, contemplating if they should knock or not. All of their decisions up till now seemed to be hanging from a very thin and fragile string. One wrong move, one wrong word and everything would crumble. As it happened a few hours ago. 

Mark was the one who took the first step. His fist knocking three times slowly, echoing in the empty hallway. They heard the sound of slippers, dragging on the floor and the latch on the door slowly was slid from its position so the door could open. 

Amelia appeared, dressed again in a long skirt with vibrant and beautiful patterns that flattered her dark skin, her hair wild were being detained now by a white gauze that was wrapped around her head, where one of the elves had hit her. She stood in front of them, staring at the two beat up brothers, the one in the brim of death, and waited, in complete silence. 

"Please help us" Ares said. He looked at her, hoping that she would understand the situation they were in. If the fact that they were holding a half dead body was not enough. 

Allias wanted to fall on his knees. He wanted to cry and beg and plead for her to allow them to rest there. He needed Amelia to treat Theseus, no one else was more knowledgeable about herbs and wounds of this kind than a witch. She was their only option. He couldn't dare to say that, reveal what was deep in his heart, he was a King. He couldn't plead or beg, he couldn't look like he was below her. It was how the order of things was. If he did, they would be instantly defeated, showing her that she could manipulate them any way she wanted. So he stood there, holding Theseus close, waiting for her answer. 

As long as the King stood the empire wouldn't crumble. 

"No. Go away" she told them, ready to shut the door in their face.