I Scored Myself A Mate

If it was a spell or some kind of charm Allias couldn't really know. At that moment he had no knowledge of anything, the only thing that he could hear where the whispers. Whispering could be loud, so loud as if someone was shouting. He had realized that there. Also, a voice could not have an owner, there was no one, nobody around him. No faces nor bodies. Just this mist and the glowing red eyes that filled the place. 

The king didn't seem to be scared, he couldn't feel anything. He couldn't do anything rather than listen, that was his only option.. He blinked a few times, his body incredibly light as it swayed with this sounds of the voices. 

Allias had heard of monsters, he had heard of creatures so scary that you could get a heart attack the moment you saw them. That was what he had expected, ugliness and disgust. Tears and claws, he was assuming. He was expecting to see something but there was nothing. Maybe that was the scariest part, the unknown. Not many people had survived this and the few who had sharedany different stories. Of monsters and beautiful women trying to lure them in. Some even said they saw their dead loved ones calling them in their embraces. Madmen all of them, that's what Allias had thought at first but now with his mind blank and his body weak and frozen he reconsidered. Or he would, if he got out of there alive. 

"Change it." A voice said. Change what? He wondered as he heard it again and again repeat the same question. "Change it". The voices started to sound like snakes, hissing close to his ears and he frowned, he didn't like that noise. He wished to cover his ears but his arm wouldn't move. He was simply standing there, like a lifeless stick, listening. "Change the past, save your people" the voices said in unison and Allias' eyes widened. 

The voices knew, they had heard him back there. His little regret, his worry and his pain, he had revealed everything in just a few seconds without knowing what would await him. 

Did they have a way he could change the past? Those mythical creatures no one knew of, were they powerful enough so he could save his people and keep Theseus alive? Maybe they could. They had managed to hypnotize him so easily and Allias was strong, his mind was always like a wall, tall almost high as the sky. Not many people had managed to get it.

So the question was. Had Allias grown weak or were these creatures so strong that they could invade the mind of a king? He didn't have time to think about it though, he didn't have the strength now. Again the voices were heard. 

"Save them. You left them" they said and Allias felt an aching pain on his chest. He didn't want to, he didn't want to leave them behind, he didn't wish for them to die. He was crying, tears escaping his hazy eyes when a light shone through the shadows. He stared at it, like a moth that was drawn to the fire and waited. It kept glistening, growing stronger and then weaker like a flame. 

"Touch it. Touch it and go back, fix this. Fix the disaster you caused." They told him, an order now. Something he couldn't disobey. He walked slowly, his own feet felt unstable and weak as he followed the light. 

One step then another, soon he could see better. It was a rip, a rip in time that shone so beautiful. It was warm and from the other side Allias could see the battle, he could hear the clashing of swords. If he hopped inside the rip, if he went back in time he would fix things. These creatures were not bad, they were trying to help him, ease him from his pain, the weight he carried from the moment he had returned. It would be fine, he thought and jumped in. 

He landed, his feet finally feeling a bit steadier. He could hear the chirping of birds and the screams of death, he could smell flowers and then he could smell blood and sweat. He almost could taste it, the metallic taste of his injuries. The cuts in his mouth. He could feel his spear, heavy in his hand and warm from the long time he was holding it. It was beginning to slip, his sweat had drenched his body. 

Theseus. There he was fighting right by his side. This was the time, the moment he chose to die to let him live. He blinked and suddenly he was back into his body, back into battle. He was panting. He had his arm, his body was strong and his powers were unrivaled. He looked around, the arrow. He would die, of Allias' didn't move Theseus would die. 

"Let him die. Fix things" the voices were heard. Everything else was instantly silenced. It was just Allias and them. He was not acting, he had turned into a spectator of his own life. If he didn't move Theseus would die, of he didn't move he would lose him. This is not what he wanted. "Let him die!" The voices shouted making Allias' head hurt. He screamed, wanting to free himself but he couldn't. He heard the arrow ripping the wind, he found it traveling with his eyes. It was coming, Theseus was not aware of it. Theseus would die. 

"Allias No!" A loud scream was heard. He felt a warm palm land on his shoulder. He turned around and locked eyes with his best friend. The whole rip was shattering, like broken glass the images of the war disappeared. "You almost killed yourself." Mark exhaled and the king looked down. 

He was holding a knife, a weapon that wasn't his and he was targeting right at his heart. He stared at it confused. He had ripped a bit of his skin, a thick bead of blood realesed from his body. 

"What...what happened?" He asked Mark while he threw the knife to the ground.

"We need to get out of here first. Fast." Mark told him.