I Scored Myself A Mate

All he was thinking at that moment was that he desperately wished to get away. He couldn't face his father after what he had said. Yes, everyone was right, he acted like a spoiled brat, he didn't know how to express himself and all those feelings of discomfort were slowly bottling up and he felt like he would explode. 

Everyone worshiped Allias and Theseus. Perfect leaders, perfect parents, perfect soldiers. Ardreth could never understand why. Why were they perfect, why were hymns written for them, what did they do? No one, his parents were never there, he was always alone, hearing their stories from others and every single person in this kingdom whenever he tried to tell them things were not really that perfect would scold him, tell him he was ungrateful. 

He wasn't ungrateful, he was angry, agitated and all he wanted was to escape, stuck in that office, Theseus' disappointed expression while Allias looked at him filled with anger for the first time. It was too much, he was being hated by everyone while no one bothered to understand him. That was probably the reason he had teleported himself away, into a forest somewhere he had never been before. 

Ardreth was actually quite sheltered, he wasn't allowed to explore or leave away from the main village so now, as he stood in this forest he had no idea where he was or how to teleport himself back to the palace. He was all alone just like he had wished but well, he didn't like it. 

"Fuck." he swore, kicking a small pebble that was in front of his feet before he started walking, in search of a way out. "Theseus and Allias, the saviors of our nation." he said in a mocking voice as he headed deeper into the forest without even realizing it, for a while the sounds of the branches breaking underneath his sandals was the only sound.  "Pity they don't know their oh so perfect king can't drink his tea if it does not have exactly two teaspoons of sugar. Perfect my ass, they can't even be parents how can they be warriors and kings." he kept dissing them, losing sense of where he was. 

After a while though he noticed something was wrong, he looked around, realizing he was nowhere near to an exit and sighed, pushing back his wild curls as he tried to think of something. 

"Is anyone here!" he shouted, cupping his hands around his full lips but there was no answer. No one would be here, of course, he was simply unlucky. He told himself as he began walking with a frown sculpted on his handsome face. 

"Did you call?" A voice sounded out of nowhere and Ardreth jumped, turning back with wide eyes seeing a group of men look at him. They were not elves, they had horns and snake like eyes, their skin a vibrant red color while they held badly made weapons in their hands. The young prince could count at least ten of them and he gulped, an awkward smile appearing on his face.

"No, I did not. I think you're mistaken." he said "Good day." he told them and turned around, wanting to leave when one of the men appeared before him, a devilish smile on his face. He looked at him, an excited expression on his face.

"An elf like him would get us some serious gold." he told his companions who were now beginning to circle over him. Ardreth's eyes widened, his heart speeding as he felt the danger and he took a step away from him.

They were slave capturers, from the demonic capital, he had heard once about them. They took hostage of people and then sold them in slave markets in the deomic part of the Veil. This couldn't be happening to him, how could he have teleported so far away? He had never been there anyways. He did not have his spear, his magic was well…mediocre because he had been skipping his classes, in general Ardreth knew very clearly he was doomed. 

"Please, let's really not do this. You wouldn't want to make my parents angry." he told them, raising his hands in the air. One of the men behind him laughed, and he felt someone grab him by the back of his head and pull on his hair.

"Does it look like we care?" someone creepily whispered in his ear and Ardreth shivered in disgust. 

"Let go of me." he groaned and pushed himself forward, escaping the man's grip and punching the one that stood in front of him. He was definitely not going to give them an easy capture, he thought. He oughted that to his pride.

As the man before him stumbled a small opening had been created in the circle of demons and Ardreth started running. 

"Get that elf shit!" One of them screamed and Ardreth looked back for a mere second, wanting to see how close they were. He could escape, as it seemed he was faster than them, he would just get lost in the thick forest, once he was far enough he would climb on a tree and then they would pass him by, they didn't seem that smart after all. 

One problem though was the fact that they could use their magic, something that the elf prince didn't really calculate. As he was running, a small victorious smile on his face he crushed with a body, falling on the ground and seeing the demon he had punched in front of him. 

"You will not get very far just by running, shitty elf." the man told him and grabbed him from his hair again, raising his head and kicking him in the face. He landed on the ground roughly, his back hitting on a thick tree root and making him hiss in pain. Soon the rest of the demons caught up with them. 

"Now what should we do with him?" one of them asked. 

"Beat him enough to teach him a lesson but don't damage his face." their leader announced and all of them approached him, viscous smiles on their ugly faces. 

He was doomed. 

The elf prince was doomed.