"Sooo, she's still angry?" Will shuffled her feet a little, and found herself embarrassed for the first time, because people were looking at him. And she was all too aware - whether he'd done it to spite her or not - that Prince Phobos matched her outfit entirely. It was a bad costume gone worse, and it was taking all she had not to wail a moan. And if she did, his royal highness could deal with it. He was the one embarrassing her.
"Oh, no," It made it worse that she was small again, because she had to crane her neck to look at him in the close proximity, and he glanced up in Caleb's direction before Will met steely blue. "I am still angry, what Elyon is would be more of a form of bitter resent."
Will looked at him at that, and swallowed at the upturn of his nose. She never quite understood Prince Phobos' many shades of personality. Because, possibly, not one was yet to show her what everyone seemed sure of. She was yet to see an evil Tyrant, and his worst trait was the snooty inability to see past his crown.. And that.. Feeling. It was gone now; she'd have to avoid being guardian around him. But the main thing was that he was mad, and Elyon was... "If you're angry, think about all of those people you nearly killed."
"Yes, you're right. It does make me feel better." He smirked at his own sardonic drone, and Will rolled her eyes. She could understand, if Elyon was angry, because Cornelia had been the same. They didn't like the idea of Will being a replacement.. Will didn't like it either; the thought of being replaced.. But if Elyon would just listen.. And even if Elyon wanted to fight her.. This was her chance..
"I'll do it." Will watched his face change, and she restrained a sigh when the Prince raised a brow, and lifted his arm in offering to her. And it took a few seconds, before she realized he was serious, and pushed past him towards the door. "Not on your life, Phobos."
...
"Párte ta chéria sas makriá tis, protoú na tous kópsei to révma sas-" The words evacuated Caleb's mind with his breath, as he searched the crowds for her, and found them leaving.. And he pushed harder, and wish that he'd dressed as himself.. He didn't even have his belt; his knife. And the only thing he'd thought of earlier was what Will would think of him.. "No, move! Get out of my way, I need to-"
"HE'S GONNA BARF!" Caleb startled, as Cornelia slipped next to his shoulders, and watched the crowd part.. Apparently this was how things worked on Earth, and Caleb rushed forward as people complained, and Cornelia called out behind her, "False alarm!"
What was she doing? Why was she going with him? Phobos had been following her, and Caleb's heart raced as he threw himself through doors, outside to- "No!"
The portal closed directly in front of them.. There was no way to her.. What if he- Or- Caleb felt Cornelia grab him as he sank to the ground. She could easily be dead already. Or worse.. What if Cedric was.. What if Phobos.. "C-Caleb?"
"No, no, no no.. NO!" He didn't care. If Cornelia was watching him, and trying keep him from collapsing on the concrete by latching her hands to his arm. He didn't care. If he was shaking. He didn't care. If his lip was trembling. He didn't care. If he was screaming at nothing, because Will had already disappeared with that.. He didn't care at all. She'd be dead. Before he even got a chance.. To save her? To tell her everything? To show her all of the things that amazed him? He didn't know, and he didn't care. It didn't matter anyway. She'd be dead. "Giatí tha se skotóso! I'LL KILL YOU!"
"Caleb-"
"I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU SO.."
...
I hate you. It was he first thing that came into mind, as Elyon straightened her back, and her features tensed. I hate you so much. "Elyon.."
"Will Vandom." Elyon scowled, at Will's hopeful features. At Will's always messy hair and at the fact that the girl had worn a dress.. Elyon felt everything collapsing then; something inside of her cracking - that final support beam, that was that last straw, because Will had ruined everything! And now, Elyon was this; this monster, and she hated it, because she didn't even want to stop, but she'd been so close; she been fine; she'd had everything she had needed and then Will! "E-everything.."
It was harder than she thought, if only because rage was pulsating through her, and she hated it; she felt her eyes stinging because of it; because Will looked so.. So.. "Elyon, I know you're mad, but I-"
"M-mad? Yo-u think I'm-m-mad?" Elyon scoffed, because Will was going to say sorry. She was going to try to apologize and excuse herself, and she was- Elyon shrank back, for every step Will took forward; her hand outstretched.. As if she could help her! "Don't touch me! YOU did this!"
"What..?" It was coming out. She'd been planning to gloat. Planning to tell her how happy she was, planning not to say anything.. She didn't deserve the satisfaction.. To know.. "Elyon, I didn't do thi-"
"You.. You.. J-just took everything.. You stumble in, and suddenly everyone wants Will.. Everyone likes Will.. And you make them d-do this! You make them fight this, and you ruin everything, and y-you- You-" Elyon breathed, she closed her eyes and tried not to think about her brother; standing on the sidelines - here, outside of the castle, where everything would change. And she didn't want to look at her, keeping her eyes shut; keeping her voice calmer.. "Do you even care? D-do you even care what you've done to me?"
Párte ta chéria sas makriá tis, protoú na tous kópsei to révma sas- - Get your hands away from her, before I cut them off, you-
Giatí tha se skotóso! - I'll kill you!
