I must apologize for making you guys wait so long for this chapter, I had a lot of bad things happen to me these past few weeks and I didn't feel like writing much. But now I'm back and these updates will happen mostly regularly.
P.s you might not like this chapter, neither did I. It's just something I had to write in order to prepare for the next chapter which will be better than this. And again I apologize for the extremely late update and this "bizarre" chapter.
Chapter Twelve
His eyes flew open, head pounding with intense shockwaves of pain. Nothing made sense at that moment, everything seemed strange and weird. The Hermit's words still lingered inside his head and the more he thought about it the more pain his head went through. His vision cleared allowing him to see clearly and what he saw left him stunned. He stood on top of a cliff looking down upon the Castle.
How the hell did he get there? He remembered being in the forest, lost, and then blacking out entirely. He didn't recall getting here. He didn't even know the way back to Arendele. It was like magic, he passed away and somehow he magically awoke there. It was all so strange to him.
He fell down towards the ground, head hurting like crazy, and his body in fatigue. Every bit of energy was drained from his body, even breathing seemed like a difficult task to do at that moment. He laid down on the ground eyes looking up on the sky recalling the events that occurred before. But one thing still left him stunned, who was that guy? The Hermit? And that dream, it felt so realistic and vivid, what did all that mean?
God, I can't think of this right now he thought to himself. If he did, he might go crazy. He laid there for roughly thirty minutes or so until finally getting up which required all of his remaining strength put together. Slowly he began to tread down the cliff, the deep snow made it even more difficult. Despite the harsh cold his body was still warm due to his powers which were — for the first time — protecting him and warming his body. Though he always despised his powers now he had started to grow a liking to them, finding out how useful they can be if used properly.
Still he wasn't ready for the world to know about him, not since what happened to him years ago, when everything changed and his life plunged into darkness and misfortune. He still hadn"t told Elsa about it, he wanted to but he was afraid of what she might think of him. What if she too marked him as a demon, monster, killer. Though it hardly seemed like that would actually happen he still had that constant fear.
Halfway down he began to think of how he would explain this to Elsa? He promised her to be back soon, and at that time he didn't even know how long he had been out. It had to be more than a day, and if that wasn't enough to set her off there was the fact that she didn't know if he was alive or not... that was really going to make her angry.
Nearly there...
He reached the end of what seemed like a never ending cliff, it took him about an hour to tread down and he was quite surprised that he survived it. Even though he didn't wanted to be around people at that moment he wished he was. The entire town was empty with no pedestrian in sight. Everyone was fast asleep at that time — which was about midnight — and the whole town seemed awkwardly quiet despite the fact that it always was filled with constant noise, but maybe it was just how it looked at night.
The walk to the Castle seemed like an even bigger challenge, and more curses escaped from his mouth than they had ever at that time. Despite his horrible condition he managed to make it to the entrance of the Castle, only to be stopped by a group of guards holding their positions in front of the gates. "Hold it right there!" one of them ordered.
Connor stopped just as he spoke those words. "State your business!" he grabbed the hilt of his sword just in-case and stepped closer to him followed by two other guards. "I..." he couldn't even finish his sentence before he fell to his kness, desperately catching breath.
The lead guard came forward and after a few seconds took off his hood to reveal his face, "Oh God!" he spoke in a slight concerned tone, "It's him, Connor..."
He was more than pleased that the guards recognized him, he could only wonder what might've happen if they hadn't. The lead guard whistled and the doors to the Castle opened up with another group of guards emerging outside. "Take him to the doctor" he ordered them. They carried him away to the doctor's chambers where he was blissfully sleeping. He wasn't quite pleased waking up in the middle of the night to treat him but as being a doctor he had no other choice.
"Not good..." he said as he examined his eyeballs, "non è affatto buono"
"Everything else seems to be fine, no fractures, or deep gashes, though I do think you've got post-traumatic stress and temperature..." he touched his skin which was boiling up from the inside, "Some serious temperature, you're burning up"
"Merda! dove si trova? Proprio quando ne ho bisogno più ... Ah, eccolo!" he continued to search through his cabinets and drawers in hopes of finding whatever he wanted to. At last after searching for a while he took out a small bottle filled with a pale green liquid. He opened the cork and smelled the chemical inside, cringing just as he took a sniff. "Here take thi-" he stopped as he saw Connor heavily dozed off, still he went towards him and poured the liquid inside his mouth. "This should do the trick... I hope" he mumbled.
