I Scored Myself A Mate

"This is ridiculous! You don't get to decide what I am going to do?" The tall elf with the green eyes shouted full with anger. He turned his back on the raven haired man, crossing his arms above his strong chest puffing loudly. 

They were in a very spacious bedroom. It had a marble floor, in the color of delicious sugar with small gold details that looked like veins, there was a queen sized bed with a wooden rood and delicate silk curtains surrounding it. The pillows and the sheets were a very pretty and vivid violet color, like the raven haired man's eyes. 

A huge closet made of the finest oak, had carvings on it from angels playing cheerful lyres. It could probably fit the clothes of a hundred people and its doors depicted whole stories if you sat and paid attention to the details. Next to it, stood a round full mirror, framed by shining gold that shimmered in the day light. The warmth rays invaded the room from the open balcony door as the air made the beige curtains dance a calming waltz. It was a very idyllic room, one that reminded you of summer and vacations. 

This idyllic room though had turned now hostile, no one observing the pretty view of the rose garden or the snowy mountains that framed the castle of the Disee tribe. This room had become the refuge of an argument, very heated and filled with shouts. 

"Listen to me Allias, we are getting ready to go to war! We need you here in your palace not out there fighting? What could happen to our people if something happened to you?" The man told him and placed his palm on his shoulder wanting to make him turn around. He flinched, though and pulled his shoulder away not wanting to face him. 

"If I don't go to war who would go? If I don't fight for my people who would? You will be out there fighting alone and what will I be doing? Signing paper work from here? Do you know how stupid that sounds?" Allias said moving his hands, trying to somehow contain his frustration. He was very angry. He couldn't believe how his soul link could tell him something like that? They were one, they were supposed to face everything together but he suggested that he stayed back and watched as his people drowned in their own blood, as their limbs were being cut and their hearts were teared out. What kind of elf would he be if he didn't join them in the battlefield? He was strong. Stronger than anyone, how could they risk losing such a force just to keep him alive? How could he live bearing that burden in his conscious? 

He looked at his reflection in the polished mirror. He was scared, obviously. He had been in many battles but none had been like this one. A war between the elves and the werewolves. They had aligned with the hunters and the vampires too. Definitely a force not to be reckoned with. How could they do such a vile thing as aligning with the enemies of the supernatural species just because they were denied a place in the Veil. Righteously so. They couldn't live here. Their human part was too strong for them to be able to adapt. The strong magic, the other tribes, there was no place for them here and they would only destroy themselves joining. They did not want to follow rules and even after they were denied the position the elves offered their eternal protection, no one else had done that but they still turned against them. 

It was all a fight for power. It was obvious they didn't just want to live peacefully here. They wanted to be a part of the rulers. They wanted to bite off more than they could chew. How could they compare themselves with Gods, Demons or Angels? They were strong that was undeniable but how could they think they had a chance such strong entities. Forces that had no beginning or end, creatures that were created by the raw fear of humanity and the bloodlust desires. 

They believed that the Veil was a pretty place, most of them having seen only the elf territory as they were the only who kept a friendly stance towards them but there were so much more they weren't aware of, the wolves or the werewolves or the witches. Any kind with human blood in their vein would not last here, because they did not know what hid in the shadows. 

Allias had tried to explain that, had tried to tell them that residing here would only lead to their doom but they insisted. He should have let them pass. He should have let all the other hateful creatures deal with them, show them what true destruction was. Because the elves stood only at the threshold of The Veil and the Human world, the other territories were not as bright as theirs. He punched the mirror not standing to see the fear in his eyes. The other creatures had left them alone too, offering some help almost nothing only just because of the treaties. They were being mocked, they were saying it was the Elves fault for being kind to them and maybe it was but how could they get over this? The Hunters and their means had always been scary and now they had others on their side too.

"Allias!" He yelled at him and forcibly turned him around, grabbing his bleeding fist. It healed fast, pieces of glass falling on the floor as the skin returned to its natural state. 

The man brought his hand closer, raising up to his face and kissed gently his knuckles. His beautiful eyes were sad while he looked at his lover many thoughts traveling through his endless mind.

"I can't leave them alone. I am partially at fault for what is happening" Allias said his voice breaking. He felt it. He felt the blame. he just didn't want the conflict, he wanted to avoid it and find a peaceful way but things turned out even worse. He should have heard his mother, she knew best, she always did.

"It's not your fault. It's no one's fault they are like this. It's just that you are too precious to die. To the elves" he tried to explain him.

"I will come and fight too." Allias stated blocking out all of the words he had just told him. He wouldn't change his mind, no matter what he said. "I will be of much more use at the battlefield, I am stronger than all of you can't leave me out!"

"The people…"

"The people will hate me! You know it. If I stay behind. I will seem cowardly and I don't want to stay back anyways. I want to fight so tell me now what is the real reason. What are you hiding from me?" Allias asked him.

The man stayed quiet. It seemed as he tried to calm his nerves. He paced around for a while his black boot and Allias' heavy breathing the only sound between them. He sat at the side of the bed, his elbows on his knees and his face hidden on his palms. He sighed and raised his head, locking his green eyes in a painful spell. He could see the desperation in him, his sadness…his fear.

"We've been together for centuries but that time is not enough for me. I am not hiding anything from you I…I just can't bear the thought of losing you, you are my life" he confessed and Allias felt like someone stabbed him. He didn't want to cause him such pain, such worry but at the same time there was nothing to be done. His responsibilities were some times greater, his honor and need to fulfill his duty made him who he is. 

He walked to him, sitting on his side and caressed his cheek, the man falling into the touch. Placing his palm above his while it rested on his cheek, wanting the caring touch to last longer, his eyes closed as he felt the sensation of his skin on his. 

"I love you, I adore you and to me the thought of you fighting alone out there is unbearable. I want to be you shield, protect you as you unleash your terrors to them. I am your biggest supporter; I was the one who fought for you to be a high general because all I could think of was having you at my side. I did not care about the status. I loved you from the first time I laid eyes on you anyways" Allias said and smiled. "But in my life there hasn't been a day that I didn't wish to stand next to you at all your battles. Physical or not. I belong next to you the same way you belong next to me. I also belong to the people. I am the Prince of the Avgee Tribe after all, The future king of the elves. I need to fight."

The man sighed but he understood. He knew what Allias' words meant and the heavy burned he had to lift. There was nothing to be done. 

"Don't say that I am hiding something from you. I am always honest with you even when I don't want to." He said with a smile. He wanted to change the subject since he couldn't change the situation. Feel a bit better if that was possible. 

"I know. I am sorry. I trust you completely almost blindly sometimes. If you told me the sun wouldn't rise tomorrow, I would believe you." Allias joked, not knowing that soon the elven sun would stop rising. 

Alex woke up drenched in sweat feeling unbelievable guilty for some reason. He could see the morning sun from his windows and he looked around confused. He felt like he was still stuck in his dream, he expected it to forget it in a few seconds like always, remembering only a few moments. Most of the time not that helpful but this time, he could keep something important. 

He grasped at the scenes desperately trying to remember. 

"A prince, the Avgee prince" He mumbled and his eyes almost popped off his face.

This was unbelievable.