Chapter 123 - 123- A Week Of Dreams And Nightmares.

"What is going on. Please tell me." Theseus said as he looked at the doctor with a pleading look. The old man, scratching his chin and looking at the king laid on the bed, almost seeming to be petrified f it wasn't for the calm up and down of his chest while he breathed. 

The moment Allias lost consciousness Theseus as if he was in a frenzy he ran all over the palace to find some help. He ordered everyone to stay clear from the floor allowing only his trusted people to approach the comatose royal. His eyes were still rolled at the back of his head and his skin had preserved the unusual glow. It was a very frightening sight. The white haired man had never witnessed anything like that.

"What were you two doing when this happened?" Ea asked looking at the hole on the wall. 

"We were fighting and then…you know."

"I don't want to know" Mark sighed and stood next to his bed with worried eyes. He hadn't been able to talk with his friend after everything had happened. "Could it be because of his wounds?"

"No that's not it." The royal doctor spoke for the first time. "We applied very expensive remedies and he still is an elf so he would probably heal. There would be slight pain and scarring but physical wounds could not have caused this."

"Then what is it?" Ares asked. "He is practically shinning"

"I would say he is glowing" Mark said.

"Maybe he is shimmering?" Ea continued and Theseus looked at the three like he was about to kill them. 

"If you are not serious get the fuck out of here." He said in a cold tone. The only good thing was that the doctor didn't seem to be that worried. "Do you have any idea what is going on with him?"

"If I understand well you were in a moment of physical tension." The doctor commented and Mark scoffed. "I think that he is finally completing his transition. All of us have noticed that there was something off about him. He had gotten his physical abilities but he was void of magic. Right now I believe his magic is fully returning. He is coming back."

"Wait so you mean…Allias will be his old self?" 

"This is simply just an assumption. I can't be completely sure. He had been restraining himself for too long so probably now that he let go, your fight and…the rest maybe something inside of him snapped. We will have to wait and see" He said and placed his palm on top of Allias' forehead. His eyes suddenly turned fully a misty white while he touched him. After some time, he removed his hand and broke off the contact. "I can sense an enormous amount of magic inside of him. The truth is this could be dangerous"

"Why?" 

"He is being possessed by a very strong force right now. You can imagine him as a vase. Water is suddenly being poured in it but there is the danger that it overflows if let's say the vase is not big enough. If the King during this time that the magic tries to settle within him doesn't find himself and accept things he might simply get destroyed from the inside out. His brain will snap" The doctor announced. 

"What is happening inside of him right now?" Mark asked, still very confused and trying without asking many questions, not wanting to make everyone uncomfortable to understand. 

"My guess is that he is regaining the rest of his memories." The doctor speculated and actually he was right. 

Allias right now was traveling back. Time seemed to be meaningless as he traveled to a time he didn't know Theseus. A time where he had a hard time to even reach the top self of the palace kitchen. At a time when his father was still alive. King Tallin.

The people who described Allias being as warm as the sun and as bright they had never met his father. King Tallin was the embodiment of light. From the way his soft smile calmed the masses to his smooth voice that confidently gave out commands, the elf King was perfect from head to toe. His family came from a rare elf tribe, part of the Avgee that used to live close by the sea of dreams. The only seaside on the Veil. Beneath thousands of elves his bloodline had been recognized for their immense magical power and his father had been chosen by his predecessors to be the King. The previous ruler of the Kingdom had not managed to have any children. So the most fitting candidate was him. 

Tall with short caramel hair and eyes that reminded them of the endless light blue sea, the way the waves blew up on the rocky shores even when he was simply breathing his peopled admired him. He was everything you would expect from a King and to Allias' young eyes he was completely perfect. His mother loved noone more than him, her eyes glittered with adoration when he smiled at her and caressed her cheek. And his young child only ten years old, he would sit at the throne room, between his finely polished boots and look up to him and everything he stand for.

One day though his dream like life came to crumble, too early and too painfully. It was the bitter day he had decided to be a bit mischievous and play a prank. Knowing how small he was he grabbed his favorite toy. A teddy bear with a bright green nose and ran into the forest slipping through the guards. Elves usually were tall creatures always looking up and ahead with pride but he was tiny, a small child and many times he would find himself running around and slipping through everyone's fingers. 

When he had decided that he was far deep into the forest he found a bush and hid inside believing that the servants would come looking for him and they would get to play hide and seek. He was hugging his bear and playing with the green leaves when he heard footsteps approaching. His little heart sped up and he was filled with excitement, waiting to face Clelia and her stern look. 

On the contrary someone else separated the thick leaves and made an unexpected appearance. It was King Tallin looking at him with a frown. 

"I have been looking for you everywhere" He told him and helped the boy out. He had small branches and leaves on his pants and the man helped him dust them off. "If your mother knew of this you would be in big trouble" He said with a smile.

"Why are you out of the castle?" Allias asked him. His father couldn't help but laugh. He still could say a few words right and the way he pronounced the word castle was too adorable to handle. The young prince was confused. He had never seen his father step foot outside. For him, it was dangerous and the few times he had indeed gone out many guards would follow him around.

"Well I wanted to show you a new toy a merchant brought for you but you disappeared so I told the man to take it back."

"A new toy?" Allias asked excited when the man took him in his arms as they began strolling the endless forest. It was filled with oak trees and willows. Allias could find many places to hide there and wondered how he could convince Clelia to bring him there again to play. 

"Yes but now it's gone."

"Really?" The child asked with a pout and the man laughed, his joy echoing between the old tress. 

"No, I kept it for you."

"Yey!" Allias exclaimed throwing his hands in the air and immediately hugged his father by wrapping his short arms around his neck. "I love you" 

"I love you too, son."

"Can I get a cookie when we get back?"

"Sure if you tell me why you ran into the forest alone. You know it's dangerous for you to be unsupervised. Please don't do it again"

"I am sorry." Allias said feeling guilty. His dad would have probably been very worried about him. "I just wanted to play a prank on Clelia." 

"What? This strict woman would have yelled at all of us. Even I am scared of her." He joked and Allias chuckled. It was nice. Spending time with his father like this, the two of them without guards or servants telling them how to stand, how to act and what to do. Right now it was just him and his dad.

"Dad, can we go one day to the sea? Where you're from?" Allias asked him and the man's expression changed. His face suddenly showed a very painful longing that back then Allias couldn't understand. He did though now. King Tallin missed his home, so much it hurt. 

"Sure. One day. And we will get to play in the water and look at sea shells. You will meet my family and…" He began saying but he stooped. An unexpected rustle in the leaves was heard like someone was running and the King looked around him, wary of every slight movement. Then the sound of something ripping through the wind was heard. Tallin had realized what it was but he couldn't dodge it. He had Allias in his arms and he couldn't move, risking to harm him. An arrow landed on his leg, exactly on his right knee making him grunt and fall down. Allias scared, for the first time in the face of danger, hid his face in his father's embrace. 

"Dad" He called out when the man let go of him. He was grunting trying to stand and when he did he signaled him to run. Allias confused tried to listen to his every word. He began running when suddenly a man jumped from one of the trees and blocked his way. Tallin raised his palm ready to shoot at him but he grabbed his son, a dagger dipped in poison on his hand. 

"What do you want?" The King asked him when Allias began crying. "Leave my son alone." 

"No harm will come to the child if you come with us." The man said. So they were more, hidden. "Do not use your power. The arrow is poisoned, so you will make things worse. We will send your son back but if you try anything we will have him killed on the spot. We had someone following him." He was dressed in black, hiding his face. He was an elf. Allias noticed that from his ears that stuck out. He was one of them but he wanted to kill the King.

"Okay. I understand, please let my child go. I will do anything" Tallin agreed as he heard his son's unstoppable crying. "It's okay Allias. Look at me. It's fine. That man is going to let go of you and you will run back home and…" Once more though his father was not able to finish his sentence. While he was focused on him another man jumped on top of him and stabbed him through the back. There was no intention of letting them live. They just wanted to distract them. His father gasping, his blood leaving his body, fell on the ground. Tending his arm towards his ten-year-old. "Allias run" he managed to say before he turned into a lifeless corpse. 

Allias' eyes widened in shock. He let out a scream filled with pain. This was not true. They were just planning to go to the sea and now his dad, his dad…the powerful King. The man everyone loved, was dead. 

Probably that was the first time. That dark and soul eating idea found its way into his mind.

He couldn't protect anyone. Not even his own father.