I Scored Myself A Mate

They had all heard the screams from the living room but they hadn't thought much of it. The elves were familiar with Theseus' and Allias' dramatic relationship, the ups and downs the fight, everything so they could make up again and act like nothing happened. So Ea and Ares were sitting on the bed, silently conversing and considering their next steps while Mark was helping Amelia pick up the remaining trash and clean up the place. 

It wasn't until the moment Joe's voice reached their ears that they moved. First it was Ares who rushed out followed by Ea. They were the ones to witness the horrid scene first. Ares pulled Ea in his embrace and hid him, sheltering from the image of the man he admired the most, dead on the ground. Ea began crying while Ares looked at his brother, his lips partially parted.

"Oh my god" Mark exclaimed and placed his palms in front of his lips. 

Was he really dead? Did Theseus just die in such a miserable way? The witch, seemingly to be the most composed run to the elf, inspecting his body. She placed her palm on his chest trying to see if he really was still alive. There it was, just a faint heartbeat, weak but still fighting on to keep going, to live. 

"Hurry up!" she told them. "He is still alive, take him back inside. I…I can try something. I need Allias too and that cuff on his arm too." She said. "Come on!" she told Ares and he flinched, releasing Ea and hurrying to his brother, gently picking him up. He had done this painful course before, walking with his body on that room. It all seemed too repetitive but the pain could not get used to. He couldn't lose him, he just couldn't. He was the only family he had left. The one who had pulled him out of that bloody battlefield, stopping him from throwing his life away. He had to repay him one day, Ares knew that but he would be unable to achieve that if Theseus died today. 

"What will you do?" mark asked as the two bodies were laying right next to each other on the big bed, Theseus' face turning even more pale than it originally was. 

"There is a spell I can try. A sort of soul link. I can give some of Allias' life essence to Theseus so he could live again, link them in a way but I need to have consent from both of them. I can't just do it like this, it could go very wrong if they haven't agreed." She explained. A spell, some kind of ancient magic. Soul link was called the eternal partner of an elf, the one they decided to spent their endless lives with. The only person, the other half. It was a sacred term that was rarely used even in their society. Allias and Theseus were soul links, brought together by fate, blessed by the earths magic. Ares thought that maybe this was their price, the price they had to pay for such a strong love, such an envious pull. Maybe this was what they had to go through to pay their debt. Nothing was given out freely anyways. Maybe a soul link was more than a curse than a gift. 

But now they were talking about a spell, something that could bring his brother back, reignite the candle of his life. He wouldn't even think twice about it. He believed the answer was as clear as day. 

"Do it. It doesn't matter, as long as my brother returns. This is the last time I will put up with them throwing their lives away. Once they wake up I…just do it" Ares said planning his endless scolding. He didn't care. All he wanted was for Theseus to open his eyes. That would be enough. 

"There is a possibility for them to…"

"I don't care what might go wrong. All I care about is that he wakes up. Just do it. We will think afterwards of the consequences."

Amelia sighted but nevertheless she did it. She united their hands, bringing them close and opened the drawer of her nightstand, taking out a letter opener. A small sharp object that she used to slit a cut on her right palm. With her blood she created a sun on Allias' forehead ad a crescent moon on Theseus. She closed her eyes and placed her bleeding palm on top of their united one and began chanting. No one could understand what she was saying but there was obviously a change. 

The blood began turning black, and almost like a tattoo it seeped into their skin creating a design. Amelia's nose began bleeding and she frowned but she didn't stop, her words still coming out fast, her hand gripping theirs as she did so. Nothing fancy happened. No bright lights, no smoke and Mark realized that magic was earthlier than what he had seen in Allias' powers. Amelia was a peaceful force, sitting there, her full lips moving as the black now blood on their foreheads danced around creating different patterns. 

She had been chanting for twenty minutes and Ares couldn't help but worry if something was wrong. She kept going and going until the sun fell again, sitting there still with her eyes closed and her lips moving, repeating the same words. Once she reached six hours of complete stillness she moved, finally her lips closing while her eyes opened. She let out a heavy sigh and stared at the two sleeping men. Theseus' wound had completely healed, at least physically but they still hadn't woken up. She examined their eyes, pulling their eyelids upwards and counted their pulse. 

"So, is it over?" Ea asked looking at the sleeping couple, biting his bottom lip as he anxiously waited for an answer. There were two marks left on their foreheads, not fading away. A moon and a sun. Theseus owned the dark moon while the bright sun was engraved in Allias' forehead. A sign. 

"It is, he is healed but…"

"But?" Ares asked. 

"The signs on their foreheads are wrong, they will have to wake up and we will see what we created. You said worry about the consequences later after all but no matter what happens...it's not my fault. Now let's talk about my payment." 

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Sooo who can guess what Amelia created? I am taking guesses. let's see if you're right!

Thanks for reading! Hope you like the story so far!