Chapter eleven
There was a knock on Oritels door, but silence was the answer. Alfor sighed and turned on his heel. He mustn't bother the boy, if he wanted to be alone then he'd allow it. He was just concerned about him. He wondered for how long had Oritels father treat him like this? Nothing but a peasant in his eyes. He was going to make it right for the both of them. He didn't want the boy to suffer from the mistreatment from his father.
If making Oritel become a well prepared man in the future was what the king wanted he was going to try his best to do so. But he wasn't going to rush the Prince either. "You know Coran is rather upset that you took away his meal." Zarkon snapped him out of his thoughts. Alfor chuckled at the mention of Coran and his hunger. "Sorry about that." He apologized to Zarkon. Zarkon shrugged.
"Eh, brought my own snack from home anyways. And don't worry about Coran. Right after he got into his room he knocked out on the floor. Had to get his silly ass in bed again." Alfor pulled a smile on his face. Coran was always one to break the tense moments in both his and Zarkon lives.
"Well let's hope they serve us some breakfast in the morning." Alfor said. The both of them walked down the hallways and took a flight of stairs down to the guest rooms in the east, where there rooms were side by side one another. A silence that followed them until they reached their hallway to their rooms, did Zarkon finally broke it. "Alfor, are you worried about that Prince?"
"You say it like I shouldn't be."
"You know you don't need to."
"I don't know… his father… makes it more the troublesome I guess."
"He's in good hands now that he has us. Don't concern yourself over it to much." Alfor had nothing else to say but a head nod. "Goodnight Zarkon." Zarkon returned the comment and the two of them head into their rooms for a peaceful rest.
Oritel waited for the footsteps to fade until he switched his lights back on. He knew that Alfor wanted to comfort him but not tonight. Tonight he was going to attempt to return back to his secret hideout. He didn't give a damn about the creatures at night. He heard they were more terrifying than in the morning. However he wanted to do so much right now to get away from this palace.
His father's arrogance and disgust of him made him want to bury himself in anger and hatred for his father, but going to his special place somehow made him have hope that his father will look at him in a different light. And that was why he would go to his special place. To calm down and hope, hope that his father wouldn't judge him for who he was.
He grabbed himself a bag and stuffed it with some necessities. He looked over his room for any last supplies that may come in handy, then slipped into his shoes and hooded cape and jumped out his window. He ran to the forest edge, glancing back at the palace as if it were his last night to ever see it again, before taking a step into the woods.
"Your highness!" A maid said urgently. King Airon and Queen Meredith faced the maid who had entered their royal bedroom. "The Prince is missing!"
Sirens sung in the night sky, panicked voices boomed at one another. Orders sent out to every armored man that was awake or half asleep. Lit torches light up the night sky and horses with men atop of them raced into the dark wilderness of Domino. "How long has the Prince been missing?" King Airon asked worriedly to one of his men. "We are not sure your majesty. Most likely we can assume that he had left right after, well…" The guard paused, hesitate to say the next few words.
"Speak!" King Airon voice loud and irritated. "Well… after the argument from dinner your highness…" The guard looked away in shame. As for the king, a wave of guilt washed over him. "Your majesty!" King Airon snapped his head towards the direction of the voice and regain his composure. The man who had called out to him was Alfor and his companions.
"We heard the commotion. What's going on?" Coran questioned. King Airon sucked in a breath then spoke, "My sons miss-" Bam. The sound of bone cracking and groans of pain were heard and in the next second a group of guardsman surrounded the trio. Alfor had no idea what came over him but the sudden urge to punch the king in the face felt like the right thing to do.
The King rubbed the side of his injured cheek and jaw, gently making sure nothing had gone out of place. Alfor on the other hand looked down on the king. Shaking his head in disappointment of the king. "Sorry your majesty, yet I hope you understand why I did that." The guards closed in closer on the trio until the King rose a hand and they retreated from the trio.
He looked Alfor in the eyes, standing up straight and nodding his head. Once Alfor saw that the King got the memo, the three of them turned around and took a separate route to finding the Prince.
An hour had passed and there was still no sign of Oritel. The fear of the Prince's death was starting to cross the minds of many guardsman and the King and Queen. "Do you think he's dead?" The Queen asked worriedly. "I hope not my dear… I hope not…" the King said confidently to his Queen to reassure her that she had nothing to worry about, however he was beginning to doubt his words. A guardsman came up to them and spoke in a low whisper.
"We found a body…" The king and queen looked at the guardsman in distress and shock, the queen breaking down after a minute of shock. King Airon comforted his queen, bringing her to his chest and wrapping her in his embrace. "Take us to the body…" The king said in a broken voice. The news reached across to the rest of the men who were on search for the Prince and they all hurried there way back to the palace to see if the Prince was alright, for they had not heard of the news of the Prince's passing.
Alfor was the first to arrive back to the Palace, besides the guardsmen that stayed behind with the King and Queen. He asked one of the Guards to take him to Oritel, however wasn't given full detail on Oritels death either. As soon as they returned to Oritel's side, Alfor was in a state of shock. How could this have happened? He was faced with Oritel's corpse that laid on dead patches of once beautiful green grasses and seemed to spread from where Oritel laid at the center of the cause of it all.
The wound in Oritel's chest was a quarter sized hole above his heart, blood soaking the dirt and spreading like a disease, which was the reason for the dead grass that encircled Oritel's body. There was a healer who hovered his hand above Oritel's wound, trying to take out whatever infection had taken over Oritel's body and slowly killing the young Prince. But to no avail, the healer was sent flying backwards as a seal popped up and blasted the healer feet's away in order to stop him from saving the young Prince's life.
"Who could've done this?" Queen Meredith questioned. "As of right now your highness we are trying to hunt down the maniac that's placed this awful spell on the Prince." One of the guardsman said. "The wound is quite odd and could have been made by some kind of weapon that had at least poison tainted on it." Another guardsman added in.
Alfor listened in on the conversation, while worriedly looking down on the Prince's form. Nothing was working, he had just seen another healer try to save the Prince but the same thing happened to him. He glanced at the King and Queen who were absorbed on listening into who the culprit was then back at Oritel's lifeless body. His heart stung and he felt an overwhelming anger wash over him. Who did this to him? Who had the courage to kill such a young beautiful boy? Someone who obviously didn't want him to be the next king of course.
He blocked the conversation going on from behind him and walked up to Oritel's body. "Alfor!" Coran called out running up to his white haired male friend. "Have you heard! The Prin-" Zarkon added in as he chased after Coran, but was stop abruptly when Alfor raised his hand to both of his friends. He did not glance at them, and like in a trance, continued to move towards Oritel's body, ignoring the cries of the maidens in the distance, the yelling of guards, the moans and groans of healers who had failed in their attempt to save the Prince and gazed at the unconscious beautiful body.
The anger inside him built, running thoughts of wanting to find the person who did this to the prince and killing them ran in his head. But more than that, he felt sick to his stomach. Nauseous to see someone that glowed with radiance suddenly die and he couldn't fully bask in it. It was as if a part of him died alongside the boy, he barely knew him yet he felt somehow connected to the young boy. As if two souls were united and were never meant to part. He didn't know what to describe the feelings but he knew that he couldn't let this boy die.
He felt something warm and wet run down his cheeks. His hand ran up to his cheek and touched the wet tears that dripped down from his eyes. He was crying over someone he barely knew. But he felt it was right to cry for him because he didn't want to let go of him just yet. He wanted to spend more time with the brunette, get to know him more and let his heart be taken away by the very beautiful smiling idiot of a Prince that he was.
Alfor dropped to his knees besides the boy, wiping away his tears and gaining his composure. He studied the wound, while his thoughts searched for a spell he could use to bring the Prince back to life. Alfor gently pulled Oritel onto his lap. Placing an arm underneath Oritels neck to support the head. Blood gushed from the wound that was created from a mysterious magician that he would identify later.
He gripped onto Oritels lifeless hand, and whispered an enchantment. Once he was done he glanced over at Zarkon and Coran who nodded their heads and walked over to him. Carefully they helped Oritel out of Alfor's lap and sat him up. His body sat in the center as Alfor, Coran and Zarkon formed a triangle when they took a seat of their own.
The three looked at one another then nodded their heads before shutting their eyes and stretched out their arms, palms facing Oritel's body. Then they began their enchantment. A bright pure white glow caught the attention of the King and Queen, the King pushing aside his guardsman to see what was happening. The king was amazed by what he was seeing. It was a rare purity spell that only certain species used to bring back their loved ones. It was rumored to be lies and that there was no such beings who existed to exceed this level of magic but the encounter of the two Alteans and Galran had changed his mind.
Alfor, Zarkon and Coran focused their magic on the spell, crossing their arms, their palms outward before turning inwards to face them. Then, folding their arms in, creating a rectangle so that the tips of their right and left fingers touched their elbows. They then slid their arms until the right hand was behind the left hand, their palms still facing them before facing it down to the ground and instantly forced it down til it was above their criss crossed legs.
Next they separated their arms and stretched them out on either side of them, as if to link hands, before they brought it back to the same position from the first stage, fingers spread out this time and stayed like that until the enchantment was done. White light flashed as they were casting the enchantment, forming a triangle in the process and the light stretching as tall as the forest trees. It was so bright, it blinded the King, Queen and anyone nearby who was watching this wonderful performance happen.
Sweat formed on the hairline of all three. It was burning up all their energy to perform such a strong enchantment. They sucked in a breath whispering the final lines of the spell before they snapped their eyes opened and released their final wave of magic to break the spell and heal the Prince. The seal that forbid anyone from saving the Prince, appeared above the wound, circling and clicking as it tried to stop the trios enchantment, however it was to weak and a sound of a snap and it fading was the end of it's torture on the Prince.
Once it was over the three fell to their sides, unconscious and exhausted. Alfor peeked one last time at the sleeping face of the Prince, a smile gracing on his lips. His heart raced with joy as it was the first time he felt he actually achieved in saving someone's life. Especially Prince Oritel's. "See you soon, my sweet Prince…"
AN: This chapter may have been my longest chapter I've ever written. Also I'm sorry for not keeping up to my word! Its gets busy sometimes in my life so yea. Also I hope the healing hands gestures part didnt coufuse many of you, I literally did the gestures while typing it out, that was fun. (JK) lol. Thanks for reading this far!
