Chapter 462 - 462

That night Alex had a weird dream. For the first time in three years he didn't see the figure of that man, he didn't hear his excruciating scream that was filled with pain. For the first time he didn't feel like his dreams were only a dreaming hell he couldn't escape. 

Maybe it was because of his day, maybe because he had talked to Theseus, maybe because he had heard those words. Maybe, so many maybes were dancing around, like little devils on his body as he thought about his morning. After that they had walked back in silence, the elf flustered and shy didn't have the courage to say anything. So him and Theseus were something, definitely. He realized. It  didn't need much thought but he didn't really have the guts to ask. Theseus had left after that, leaving him alone with Naila. Alex hadn't managed to do anything the rest of the day. He just kept thinking and thinking, sighs escaping his lips from time to time until it was time to go to bed. 

Back to his dream though, it was confusing but it didn't feel bad. It was kind of like he had traveled to another world, somewhere he knew he had  been before but didn't know where it was or why he was there. 

He was walking around an empty palace, his feet crunching the soft snow underneath his feet. The palace had no ceiling and the snow falling from the sky landed soft and pure on everything, creating a lonely kingdom of ice. He didn't feel cold even though he could see the snowflakes landing on his skin. He was barefoot and he was walking towards a door, without understanding why his body was leading him there. 

He stood before a pair of double doors, covered by ice. They were so tall, almost expanding to the sky and Alex gulped, feeling intimidated by the size of them. He touched the frozen surface, he felt his fingertips slip from the ice but he noticed something. As he looked to his side something was missing. He didn't have an arm. He realized and his eyes widened. Why didn't he have an arm? What had happened to him. 

"No…" he mumbled confusedly. "I was not supposed to have an arm." he whispered. So why and how had he gotten his arm back? It had been Naila. She did something. "Where did I lose it?" he said, almost mentioning his missing arm as if they were his missing keys. 

He tried to remember, frowning when the sound of the enormous doors opening removed him from his thoughts. 

Right in front of his own eyes a room appeared. Snowy and frozen in time, as if someone hadn't stepped in there for years. He looked around at the tall walls, the wide windows that showed a beautiful winter garden and then the throne. Yes, there was an icy throne right in the back of the room, existing, standing there proud and empty with only one thing on its seat. 

Alex stepped in closer, his eyes trying to focus. He stepped on the small staircase, reaching to grab the thing on the seat. It was a crown, shining cold. It was made to mimic vines and had a beautiful green gem in the middle. The elf was familiar with the sensation, he had touched it before, he knew of his weight, of the blood it carried and how heavy it was on his head. He let it down, not wanting it in his hands but something inside him made him grab it again, hesitant. 

As he examined it, he heard a door click, he looked behind the throne, curious seeing a part of the wall opening. It was a hidden door. He realized and got off the throne's stand, getting to the small door. Behind it there was light, it shone dimly, it reminded him of a fire. He opened it fully with his leg, since he held the crown in his hand and walked in. 

It was a study. It hadn't been conquered by the freezing cold though. A fire was alive in the fireplace. Heavy wooden furniture and tall bookshelves filled with books surrounded him. A man was seated on an armchair behind a desk, papers surrounding him. He moved forward, getting closer and making some noise, kicking accidentally a crumbled paper that was on the floor. The man raised his head. 

It was Theseus. He looked exactly the same. His hair though was different. It was long and black, resembling the feathers of a raven. He actually looked a bit younger too, confusing Alex. 

"What are you doing here?" Theseus asked him. 

"I don't know." Alex replied. He looked down, his arm had returned. He felt different. There was a mirror in the back of the room, he turned his head, seeing his reflection. He was younger too, wearing the crown that had disappeared from his hands, his clothes were white, loose on his body with golden elements and his hair was short, wild. It wasn't him but somehow it was. He looked like a teen. 

"You don't know?" Theseus asked him and chuckled. "You can just say that you missed me." 

The raven haired elf stood up and approached him. Alex's body didn't deny his touch as he took his hand in his, even if he wanted to, he couldn't' move at his own will, it was as if he was seeing a movie from the protagonist's eyes.

"I…Why am I here?" he mumbled and Theseus tilted his head to the side. He stared at him, examining him well before his eyes widened. In a sharp movement he had grabbed Alex, wrapping his fingers around his neck, suffocating him. 

"You're not Allias." Theseus said. "What did you do? Who are you?" he asked him. 

"I…" Alex struggled to speak.

"Where is Allias?" Theseus shouted. "Who are you?"

"I don't know who I am!" Alex xcreamed, pushing Theseus back with some kind of invisible force. Magic? He could do magic. Theseus landed on the bookcase, books falling everywhere around him as he raised his head, a grin on his face. 

"That's better." he told him. 

Alex felt relieved.. He didn't know why.