Chapter 61 - Match 61

Fairy tales seemed to not give the land of myths any justice no matter how divine they described them. All the stories his mother had read him when he was a child, all the pretty adjectives could never describe a place like this. Mark could not even think of the right words as the endless lands unraveled in front of him.

It was a place of strong winter. Thick white snow, pure and soft not the grey dirty stuff you would see in the cities. The trees were tall and skinny stalagmites shinning from their branches like diamonds and in the middle of those lands an enormous castle stood, like made of glass.

Tall towers and silver doors, snowflakes covered in them as a design. Mark couldn't feel the cold. Just a strong chill in his body and he didn't know if it was magic or his awe overtaking him.

"Close your mouth mortal. Welcome to The Veil and the Land of The Disee Tribe. The elven tribe of dusk" he told him with pride as they walked a short path till they entered the castle.

Elves stood at the door guarding it. All of them tall and elegant with dark colored haired and heavy clothing. Their ears were slightly red at the tips from the cold.

The palace was bustling with life. Elves ran around holding blankets and trays with warm drinks. Mark looked down and he realized that he could see his own refection at the floor. He indeed looked very shocked.

A huge crystal staircase was right in front of him and when Ea starting going up he hesitated. What if it broke?

"Let's go. You said you wanted to see Luke. He is the grand hall with my master and the rest of the wolves." Ea explained.

He took small steps, careful as he made sure to hold tightly the cold railings. It was like everything in this palace was made of ice. It shone and it was cold to the touch. Fragile but incredibly beautiful.

He opened a huge tear shaped door glass door. It was made from pretty light blue glass that showed the figures inside, blurry.

Everyone was there. At least everyone he knew of. They had all gathered sitting on the floor wrapped in blankets.

"Is it always winter here?" Mark asked. He didn't know why he asked that question. It was very weird but as he saw Theseus he though he looked a lot like winter. If someone could look like that. A dark snowy night. That was what he resembled.

"Yes. After Prince Allias died. It has always been winter. He was the one who managed the changes in seasons. My master sadly can't do that." Ea told him.

He wanted to ask him a lot more. About the frozen throne at the end of the room. Made from sharp pieces of ice creating a very dominating seat. About the chandelier on the light blue ceiling and the valuable jewels that hanged from it. This place seemed like a work of art.

He spotted with his eyes Mikael and Luke though and at the same time they did too. Mikael stood up and ran towards him, with a relieved expression.

"You are alright" he told him but Mark's eyes were distant his stance wary.

"You know." The blue eyed boy simply stated and Mark nodded. His world shattered at that moment. He opened his lips to say something. To ask for forgiveness but Mark just bypassed him. This wasn't the right time for this and no matter how much he wanted to make everything about them he had to find and save Alex. Who was all alone, waiting.

"Where is Alex. Is he done with this tantrum of his?" Luke asked and Mark wanted to punch him so bad. He hated asking for his help. He didn't want to, he was disgusted by him.

So he very rudely bypassed him too leaving the two wolves stunned. He walked towards the icy throne where one man stood. His had his elbow on one of the arm rests and he rested his chin lazily as he overlooked the room.

His interest was piqued once he saw him approach but he didn't show it.

"How come there is a human in my palace?" Theseus asked him with a smirk.

"I need your help."

"My help? Why not theirs? You lived with them did you not?"

Mark looked at him very carefully. He knew that his answer would defy if he would give them his help. He looked like a man who liked to be entertained. The red haired tried to think of a small detail. Of something that would make him want to help.

And he found it.

On the back of his palm Theseus had a tattoo. It was a silver crescent moon with a star. A line began at the end of the moon traveling all the way up his arm until his neck. It was definitely a different design but the style was the same. It was exactly the same artwork as Alex's there was no doubt about that.

He had been so shocked by the refined art that he used to stare at it for a long time. He remembered it very clearly.

"That tattoo. Alex has one. On his back. It's a sun" Mark stated. "He is one of you isn't he?" He asked Theseus.

His purple eyes slightly expanded at his statement. His body tensed and his bored movement suddenly became sharp as he stood up and approached Mark. He grabbed him bringing him closer as he whispered intensely.

"What did you just say?"

"You heard me."

"Are you lying boy? Because if you are I will destroy you. And it will be painful"

"I am not."

"Do not speak of anyone about this. Do not reveal what you know and especially to your friend"

"Why? Are you planning on lying to him too? Did you know him? In that previous life?"

"Me? Lie? I would never. It's just that he...he has a mate now." he said and his eyes avoided Mark's. he was with someone else now. "Also if they find out he will be in danger. But since you are his friend I will tell you this, yes he is an elf and yes he is someone very important. Also he will not awaken if the information is fed to him. He needs to remember on his own." he said and his eyes saddened.

Mark could make many assumptions. Continue his train of thought for a while but the arrival of Luke stopped him.

"Where is Alex?" He asked Mark again. He was agitated by his indifference. It was obvious, after all he had chose to go to what seemed to be his enemy and not him, Alex's mate. Mark didn't care about it. It was obvious they did not like each other. 

"It seems that's what we need to find out" Theseus said.

"Lily and Sam kidnapped him. They know where he is." Mark revealed to the two leaders.

Luke gasped and his anger didn't take long to reveal itself. His silver eyes scanned the room, his nostrils flared and as he spotted them he had decided.

This time he would not let them go.

.....

He was trying to get up. He was too weak now and all he could do was shout with his raspy voice but he knew he would lose it soon.

He closed his eyes remembering these words.

Explode...Explode...Explode.

He did. He became something stronger. He burned hotter than this fire. He shone brighter than those flames. He was light and light had no form. He was strong and he busted that door open, pure light coming out from his palms, from his back, from every pore of his body. It was almost like this radiance was kept caged inside him, a hidden power he could never imagine he had and as he set it free he was releasing a part of himself too.

He had made everything around him silent and as the door opened he was invisible. He couldn't be touched by those fiery tongues anymore. He had found that strength inside of him and while leaving his instinct guide him he found himself outside.

He left a burning warehouse behind him. His body filled with burns but he couldn't feel the pain. He couldn't feel anything as he was trying to find the energy to even move, breathe.

There was no power left. It was just a short instant. A short instant where his true nature escaped from his mortal body. That power had exhausted him though, even more and he was in the middle of nowhere probably very far away from the town while no one knew he was here.

He could hear the burning building behind him. Of course that was the reason why no one had come for him. No fire fighters, no police. There was probably nothing around here for a very long distance.

He stumbled and fell on the ground getting up again and again as he felt the cold wind clash with his injured skin.

"I did it" he mumbled. "Thank you" he expressed his gratitude towards the voice in his head.

That crucial advice that had saved his life. He knew now, a memory from the past had gifted him his future and he couldn't be happier. Happier but also weaker.

His vision was blurry as he took uncertain steps here and there when he finally couldn't anymore. His eyelids and body became heavy as he suddenly lost all control of his limbs.

His fall almost felt to him like it was in slow motion and the pain of the crush was anticipated but never came. He fell onto someone. A strong chest and two arms wrapped around him.

He raised his head and tried to focus to recognize who had caught him so carefully. At least he had escaped the pain of the fall. With his damaged skin he would probably shrivel in pain.

He couldn't see. All he heard was a sentence.

"Dad, there is an injured boy here"

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