I Scored Myself A Mate

Allias had felt many different kinds of pain as he grew up. As a human and as an elf, as a simple mortal and as an immortal king. He had known physical and emotional pain. The struggle of losing your loved ones and the decay of the soul as you took a life with your own hands. The king knew all about pain and its different variations, about the different kinds of tears and the screams. Silent and loud ones. The breaking of the heart and the numbing of the body. Pain was always inside of him for many reasons. It had built a nest in his heart and was trying schemes and experimenting on his body. 

As he heard Mark, as his best friend explained to him the situation, the pain came alive again. It spread slowly on his scarred body, reopening the wounds and pouring salt in them. Pain was taking Allias' tears and used it as a weapon to burn his teared skin. The king took a few steps back, his legs touching the side of the bed. The silk sheets, colored beige smelled like lavender and Theseus' side had a sweet scent linger still. Suddenly his room was too bright, the sun coming in from the windows was brutally burning his skin, the silk sheets were rough like sandpaper and the walls that were dressed with beautiful tapestry were closing in. The sky Theseus had made for him, at the top of his head was being slowly ruined. 

Allias' heart was pounding. Calm down, calm down, he told himself again and again. He had felt pain like this before, he had worried for Theseus so why couldn't he master it? Why was he like a young child experiencing things for the first time?

Because he loved him. The answer was so simple, a cliche as old as time but it was the somewhat embarrassing truth. He loved him more than he loved himself and the idea of him disappearing like this under those circumstances was a nightmare coming to life. He couldn't be a levelheaded king, he couldn't be rational and smart. He could only give up on himself because while Mark called out his name, asking him if he was okay all Allias could think was that people were going to die. 

He stood up, throwing  his fluffy robe on the floor, kind of a comical move but still the seriousness in his face did not allow Mark to laugh. He rushed outside, leaving the door of his room wide open as he stepped on the cold tiles of the palace. Their nation had been completely ruined years back, an endless winter followed leaving their kingdom lost while the rest of the world evolved. Many techniques were lost, academies were burned. The Avgee Tribe was the capital of their education, of the knowledge about the elf tribe and its techniques while the Disee were the ones lingering in the shadows, the people who fought and traded, the merchants and farmers. There was a balance, one filling out what the other missed but now that his home was lost many things had changed. One was that they thought life was better like this, buried in winter, where they could do whatever they wanted. Allias would not allow it. He would not sit by and watch another part of his home rot away and he would never allow them to touch Theseus. 

To Mark's surprise Allias did not head to Rayla or anyone else. He led him to a room he had never seen before. Deep into the back of the palace where light was hard to reach, a metal door stood in front of them. It had no lock nor could you push it open. There was some kind of writing on it, elfen language, Mark realized, and then underneath the line of unknown words was a circle. The redhead stared at it confused, seeing Allias place his palm right in the middle and a bright light emitted from his hand. It spread into the insides of the door and the letters lit up as if they were on fire. He heard the sound of clogs and slowly the door disappeared as if it never existed. 

Allias walked inside, his friend following him in a hurry,keeping a close distance since the moment the king had walked inside the door behind them reappeared, sealing them inside. The room was dark, no windows letting the sun in and Mark bumped on something as he stepped forward. The sound of metal echoed in the quiet room and then something fell down. Mark's eyes widened in shock, hoping it wasn't something that expensive. 

"Mark. Stay still for a second." Allias scolded him and the red haired coughed, demanding from his hyper active body to not move. 

He had lost sight of Allias, the King walking away from his friend at the center of the room and walking towards the sides. He heard him slap his palm once more to the wall and suddenly the room was lit up. This place was some kind of armoire, Mark realized as he looked around with his brown eyes. 

The walls were painted the clearest white he had ever seen, flowers painted on them with golden ink, decorating them elegantly. The floor was shiny, showing the man his reflection perfectly while the white tiles too had golden lines in them, spreading like royal veins in the expensive material. On the walls there were bows and swords, shields and what Mark had come to knock on the floor was a piece of armor. Probably the most beautiful armor he had ever seen.  The weapons too, hanging on the walls or standing in their glass cases didn't look like anything he had seen before. 

"Allias…" 

"Beautiful right? Means  of destruction looking like pieces of art." He commented as his fingers traced the fine line of a bowstring. It was gold, with grape designs carved on it on its ends, looking absolutely beautiful. The king was right, every weapon, every piece of armor was magnificent. "These were the only weapons that were left from my people." Allias mumbled as he paced around in the room. 

Mark's eyes had never seen so much gold before, so much luxury in perfect balance with elegance. Thin swords decorated with gems, beautiful carvings on the blades of flowers while the armor he had thrown to the floor looked as if it was made out of porcelain. The head piece almost looked like a golden crown while the part that protected the hands were pairs of tight fitted gloves enhanced with metal on the inside. He couldn't help but wonder, what would his friend look like if he wore it. 

The one object that could be described as the most magnificent though stood in the middle of the room, placed very carefully on a tall glass case as it shone under the only light source Allias had activated. It was an enormous spear, standing lonely away from everything else. That too golden with vines engraved in one part of the handle and blooming flowers. Small gems decorated the socket and the spearhead was so sharp you believed it would cut you if you even breathed close to it. 

Allias broke the glass case with his fist, the glass shuttering loudly and falling everywhere around them, making Mark flinch. 

"You have a spear." the redhead reminded him and Allias' grinned. 

"That was simply for everyday use, while this...it carries a message." he said and grabbed the weapon, weighing it in his arm. 

Mark couldn't help but be surprised with how easily he carried it. Not only the fact that he was missing one arm was the problem but that thing was literally huge. It looked like something that a god would wield, not a...whatever Allias was considered, Mark thought. He wasn't a human anymore after all. 

"So, what are you intending to do with it? Play darts" Mark asked with a smile, kind of intimidated by him. He wasn't scared of him of course but seeing him with that thing in his hands, one wrong move and he would be dead. 

"Revenge, Mark, revenge. I am also getting my boyfriend back." 

"Epic." Mark mumbled and started following him again. He mimicked the process of before and easily they were back at the palace. It was so different from that room they were before and maybe this was one of the few times Mark realized the difference between the tribes. 

The Disee castle was dark, dressed in black, deep purple and red. It's walls are rough and the art that decorated the walls many times depicted scenes of sadness. The rooms too had little light most of the time, tight spaces and dark wood. Light and shadow, separated but coexisting. 

Allias was the only light that had remained. "Yes, epic but wait. We know nothing, we have no idea what is going on and I don't think killing people right and left is the answer."

"Oh, don't worry. I will resolve everything. Where is that woman staying. Take me there. Now."

"Should we leave the spear first and then…."

"Now, Mark. Now." 

"Your mood swings really. Just a few seconds ago you were at the brim of a mental breakdown and now you wanna go on a rampage."

"That is because the moment I leave my room, I am not Allias anymore. I am a King and I won't be allowing people, especially potential enemies to see me like this, believe me...I want to cry."

"Alright, let's go I guess." 

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