Chapter 442 - 442

It was the story of the sun, warm and bright and the cold moon. It was the story of the beautiful and green spring and of the endless cold winter. It was the story about a man, who only knew how to fight in dirty alleys and the love of his life, a glorious prince that shone so beautifully. It was the story of how two people loved each other more than their own selves and how the anguish of losing the other rotted their souls. 

It is the story of a lost king and of his general who keeps searching for him through time, endlessly, till the ends of the world. A story of a man buried in cold ice looking for his ray of light so he can feel again. The golden king had gone missing, the moon slowly lost its shine and it grew distant more and more, hiding behind the stormy clouds. The sun was missing and the moon got tired in the vast sky, it felt so alone but still every minute that passed it searched for him. With shouts and yells, teary nights and that pain in its body, screaming with anguish for him. He searched and searched and the days seemed like centuries because the trauma of before, made everything even worse. 

Theseus had turned into a statue. When they returned back home, defeated and with their king missing he had entered the throne room, dirty,his body overtaken by exhaustion and he had dragged his feet to the throne room. He sat down on Allias' throne, staring right in front of him at completely nothing with empty violet eyes. 

"We will find him, he can't be that far." Ea had said, trying to be optimistic. They pushed Theseus away from the throne, the man silent as he walked. He bathed and got dressed but once again, with no words escaping his closed lips he walked to the throne, sitting there while his elbow rested on the armrest. 

Days and nights passed. The sun came out and then followed the moon and the stars. Ea and Mark had sent people all over the kingdom to search for him, guards, soldiers, even the gardeners but there was no news of the golden king. Had he been abducted by their unknown enemy, had he been killed? No one knew.

The general remained there, his eyes bloodshot from the lack of sleep, his muscles sore and his voice captured by some deep sorrow. As a week went by Mark walked inside the room, fed up with this peculiar behavior of his and went up the small stairs, reaching the throne.

"It's been a week already. When are you planning to help?" He asked him but got no answer. "Allias is out there, he needs you." He told him. At the sound of Allias' name Theseus finally turned and looked at the man that stood in front of him. 

"I...I lost him again." Theseus said. 

Yes, that's what had been torturing his mind. That once more, just so he would be saved Allias had disappeared. In a heartbeat the king was lost again, as if he had never come back. He had felt the pain of a thousand slashes. The punches of the strongest men and the cuts of the finest swords. This pain though, this fear and the lack of air, he only experienced it when it was about him. He couldn't simply get up, he couldn't order people around and he couldn't call out his name. 

Every single one of those actions felt as if his bones were breaking. Every organ in his body was in pain and his mind, his mind was simply flooded by all these horrible thoughts, images of him being dead.

"So what? Find him again! If he dies, if we really lose him then you'll be regretting that you didn't try to find him. For how long will you be standing here like a fucking statue looking at all of us?" Mark scolded him. 

The sound of the door opening drew the attention of the red haired man and his brown eyes noticed Ea. He was standing at the door, hesitant as his eyes landed on Theseus.

"There is paperwork. Since Allias is not here you should sign it." He told the general and Theseus' eyes widened.

"No. I won't be doing this again. I won't." He stated. 

"You are crucial to this whole thing. Just get up and do your job so we can find my friend!" Mark said, pointing a finger at him. "Do you even love him? You're always Allias this, Allias that but now that he truly needs you, you simply sit at the throne doing nothing!"

Did you just ask me if I love him?" Theseus asked. He stood up, taking a step forward and forcing Mark to get down the stairs. He looked at the man with a cold stare, making him shrivel slightly before he spoke. "Do you have any idea how it feels to hold the dead body of your lover in your hands? To watch him disappear and feel like your heart is being torn in two? To wait and wait, praying that one day he will come back, that he will keep loving me after everything? I...I can't bear this feeling now, you have no idea how…"

"I know." Another voice sounded, interrupting Theseus. It was Asmodeus. He had walked in and was heading towards Mark. He pushed him gently behind him, turning his body into a shield as he started to talk to the general. "I know how it feels. How painful it is to hold your dead lover in your hands. To see, to know that they won't move again, they won't look at you again. I've felt all that. The guilt, the pain but I would never, never give up on saving them if I was able to! Allias is alive, you can see that just from the fact that winter hasn't returned. Will you really sit here mourning someone who is alive?" Asmodeus asked him. "Allias is a great king, an even greater person but really, I have no idea why he would choose such a coward as you as his partner. In your mind, you have already killed him because you can't bear the pain of the unknown. Really disgusting." The demon told him and grabbed Mark's hand. "Let's go, we will find him on our own. He can sit here and rot on the throne for all I care" he said and took Mark away, urging Ea to leave him alone too. 

He was once more left alone in the big room, the prestigious throne behind him, empty and Allias' voice traveling through his ears, reaching his heart like a deadly arrow. His eyes watered, as he counted the days that passed and thought of the days that were about to come without him. 

His tears were released slowly and a horrific cry escaped his lips as he fell to his knees. He didn't want to be like this, a coward that got scared by every little thing. He didn't want to feel this pain so why? Why could he just get up and go search for him. He used to be so different, so alive but after everything he had lost a part of himself, a part Allias adored, a part he liked. He wanted his lover back, he needed him back but all he did all this time was simply sit on that throne he hated so much and try to get himself ready for the worst.

"I'm sorry Allias." He mumbled in between his cries. "I'm sorry, I will come." He said. 

The general tried to breathe, his body shaking when he felt a palm on his shoulder. He looked back, his face a teary mess to notice Ea staring at him with sad eyes.

"It's alright. It will be alright." The small elf whispered as he caressed his back. " We will find him again. I promise." He told him and hugged the crying general.

"I'm sorry." Theseus cried and repeated again and again.

"Shh, I know. We all know. It's alright. You're here now.." He comforted him.