I Scored Myself A Mate

He was that man, the one the merchant had described. The man had said he had very peculiar characteristics, rare and well Alex couldn't agree more. He hadn't seen that kind of beauty anywhere, he had never locked eyes with such a beautiful gaze and he had never felt his heart flutter from such a charming smile. 

Framed by the leaves, the sun shining behind him as he sat there, the young elf couldn't help but examine him, rooted to the soil. His eyes were purple staring at him and his hair had the color of the lonely snow, a single black strand in them. His characteristics were perfectly symmetrical and at the bridge of his nose he had a small horizontal cut. 

He was dressed lightly, matching the warm weather of the fairy nation. Black leather pants and a loose black shirt made from silk that slipped elegantly from one of his shoulders. The sleeves were short, revealing his tattooed arm. He wore big and heavy boots in a very lazy manner. One of his shoelaces actually was untied.

"You're hiding" the man said, his voice low and deep, reaching the core of Alex's soul. As he looked at him he felt like he wanted to cry. It was a horrible feeling, a lonely embrace of sadness. 

At the sound of his voice he took a step back, showing how shocked he was and the elf parted his lips, finding something to say.

"I…" he mumbled. "I am not hiding." He finally said and the white haired man scoffed. 

"Move" he told him and Alex took a hasty step back. He jumped down, landing skillfully on his feet like a cat and walked towards him, making him once more feel guilty. He hadn't done anything but felt as if he had. While that man stared at him the only word that popped on his mind was….I'm sorry. "I was looking for you." He told him.

"You want your book back?" Alex asked. The man laughed, making him feel a bit silly, as if there was a very important piece he was missing from the conversation. He blinked, his green eyes filled with wonder.

"I want you back. I want you to come home." The unknown elf told him and Alex's eyes widened. He stood still, his heart racing while he processed the man's words.

"You know me?" He asked, pointing innocently at himself. 

"I do. I don't know a lot of things but I definitely know you." He told him. The man did not seem happy. He looked hurt. He had a grin on his face, a means of covering his sorrow but his eyes were wide doors open to his soul, offering Alex a full view. He looked as if he was crying, deep inside, curled in a corner of his heart, screaming. 

"Don't cry." Alex blurted out, not even realizing and the elf frowned. His cheeks turned red, embarrassed about the stupid thing he had said but the man in front of him simply smiled, bitterly.

"Is it that obvious? Well, things like that were always obvious to you." He said. "My name is Theseus."

"Nice to meet you." Alex said, once more feeling stupid for his stupid answer. Nice to meet you. Of course he would say something so idiotic. They knew each other! A little voice screamed in his head.

"Your hair has gotten longer" Theseus sommented and moved his hand forward, intending to touch the curly locks but Alex didn't let him. He moved back, avoiding the touch of a stranger and he could swear, he heard the sound of his heart crack as he did so. "Sorry. I must be making you feel uncomfortable." The white haired elf said. 

"I'm sorry. You said you know me but I….you see I had a head injury, I don't remember anything. I don't know if you were someone important or not, everything is confusing. It's been three years, I believed that no one was looking for me. I asked around, travelers, all kinds of people and no one said I was missing." Alex said. Theseus seemed to be taken aback by his words, an angry frown appereaning on his face.

"What are you talking about? For three years, days and nights I've been searching for you. From nation to nation, from village to village. I haven't set foot home in three years. Do you know how hard I tried? To do everything just so you could come back...no matter how much I wished to die" he whispered his last words and Alex felt a pinch on his chest. He didn't wish to upset him, he didn't like the image of him being saddened by his words.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know." Alex said, scratching the back of his head. He felt uncomfortable, he didn't know what to do or what he was supposed to say. Everything was so messy, he wasn't ready for it. 

"It's fine. As long as I found you it's fine. So please, will you come back home?" Theseus asked him, his eyes begging as he met Alex's and the elf felt as if he had been pushed to a corner. He couldn't run nor hide.

"I...I won't" he answered him, making him gasp in surprise. His purple eyes showed pure shock as he spoke.

"What do you mean you won't be coming home?" Theseus said, his tone upset, his voice raised.

He had been searching for him for three years, every night wishing that he would be alive, that the king would return home. Now after all this struggle, after all the pain he had gone through he was standing before him, looking into his kind eyes again, seeing his beautiful face, asking him to come back. 

Allias had said no, he had denied returning and Theseus could only stand there, an unexplainable anger rising in him. 

"I don't know you" Alex told him. His voice showing that he was suddenly alarmed, scared by the man before him. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry" he said, in the verge of tears. He felt so bad, he felt so guilty and he didn't even know why.

"Didn't you read my book? It was made for you.." Theseus asked him and Alex could only breathe, no even that was difficult. That book, these words that were filled with pain and adoration were written for him?