I Scored Myself A Mate

It was a horrible feeling. Uncertainty. The fear of the next moment, the next minute, the next second. It kept going and going, eating away your soul. Everything seemed hostile, unfamiliar and as the time passed, brutally slow, your mind schemed more,imagining horrible things about what was to come. Theseus was walking, he was traveling through the thick forest, his eyes looking straight ahead but his mind was lost. 

His thoughts were starting to rage again. He knew Alliass' had no other choice, what good could an unconscious man be on the battlefield? It would only slow him down. Still if he had been a bit stronger, if he had lasted a bit longer maybe the king would not have to face all these soldiers alone. He was trying to navigate the rest, remember where he had been last but it was hard through the thick trees and covered pathways. This place seemed as if no one had visited it in years. The little and narrow stepped roads had been covered by roots that surfaced from the ground, fallen branches and bushes that had grown way too much. 

His outburst had made everyone go quiet. They didn't know what he did. They hadn't seen the soldiers and they hadn't heard about their plans. All of them viewed Allias as invisible, someone that couldn't be touched, a figure that could never die. Only him, Theseus had seen it, had felt the pain and watched as he disappeared into nothingness. They didn't know and he wished they never had to know how it felt to lose him because he, the king of the elf nation had become an important part in all of them, he always was.

Allias was heroic, knowing the meaning of self sacrifice more than anyone, he was honest and kind. Funny and smart, he glowed and everyone, even when he was at his lowest, was drawn to him, like bugs to the bright light. The pain of losing someone like him, the emptiness that followed could simply be devastating.

Theseus knew he could also be fine. He could have defeated his opponents and now he would be strolling into the woods singing. The general hadn't seen or heard any explosions though, no bursts of flaming light and none of them had. That was the scariest part. 

"Are you sure this is the right way?" Mark asked.

"Yes. I am sure." The general answered and took a sharp turn to the left. Finally they could hear the sound of the river. Still angry, still raging as the waters smacked the polished rocks. This area was significantly colder and Ea shivered, rubbing his forearms with his palms. Ares noticed it so he took off his jacket and gave it to him. The small elf wore it and gave him a thankful smile but the prince did not speak. He was facing the ground, brooding as he kicked small rocks away. He hadn't spoken ever since Theseus shouted at him.

"He will be alright." Mark announced out of the blue. He didn't know if he was saying that for the rest of them or for himself. His heart was beating faster and he could feel sweat forming on the sides of his forehead. 

"We will see." Theseus said. He wasn't confident at all. He felt insecure and scared. He wasn't angry anymore. He was simply afraid, afraid that he would have to lose him again without being able to do anything about it. 

"I...I think he will be fine. He is the king after all" Ea said, trying somehow to lighten the heavy mood between them.

"Yeah, a king with a missing arm that hasn't fought in over seventy years. He won't be using his magic to make sure we won't get spotted. I bet he is beaten to pulp somewhere." Ares said for the first time. 

Theseus stopped in his track, he turned around throwing daggers at his brother just with his purple eyes.

"We were fine while you were silent." 

"That's the truth and you know it" Ares told him, expressionless.

Theseus couldn't keep himself anymore. He rushed towards his brother and without the younger one even managing to make a move to avoid him he had punched him, making him land on the ground with his butt. 

"If that's the truth why did you leave him alone then?" Theseus screamed. "If you know he can't fight alone and he can't use his powers why did you let him in that river? Was it funny? Tell me Ares. You are the one who knows the king the best after me. What he can and can't do in battle, how far he will go to protect everyone. So why...why…" Theseus said with tears gathering in his eyes. "Why would you do that to me?" He asked him. 

His brother did not reply, he stood up and simply began walking while Theseus wiped away his tears. 

"Over here." Mark called. While they argued he had walked a bit further ahead, scanning the area close to the river. Theseus rushed to him, finally seeing the familiar spot. They were on the side of the river where Allias stood first. They could see the dead bodies, the soldiers. Theseus hungrily searched with his eyes for the king. He was nowhere to be found, just unfamiliar faces everywhere.

"Where is he?" He shouted into the night. He should be here. He should be there, somewhere in between the people he defeated, smiling victorious but Theseus couldn't see him, he couldn't feel his magic. 

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