Chapter 13

A sword in one hand while the other was bent at a 90 degree angle, his palm facing outward. Then his hand with the sword hovered above his head, pointing outwards alongside his free hand. One leg was slanted, while the other was bent and supported his weight as he leaned against it. The stance was beautiful, perfected in no time. He sipped in a breath before letting his blade swoop down and strike the thin air as if in enemy were just two feet in front of him. It had come down so precise and with such grace, that Alfor was proud of how Oritel was improving. He had just woken up from his long rest, feeling refreshed and ready for the day. Before he had the chance to check on his companions, the ray of sunlight had caught his attention.

He felt the sudden urge at that moment to go over to the window that had beamed of the outdoors, and as he got closer to the window he had noticed the young Prince out in the fields and practing his sword techniques. Whatever had inspired the Prince to work this hard and become at this level of skills, made Alfor very proud. It had also made him question how long he and his friends were resting. It was much of a surprise, when he had heard from the nurse that they have been asleep for about a week now. But then again it made sense since the spell he and his friends performed was very energy consuming.

He stared out the window once more, watching the graceful technique of the Prince as it continued to improve and progress. A smile crossed his lips, as the beautiful being he watched, danced across the field with such precision that it felt Alfor was in another world, where it was just him and Oritel. Alone. Him watching Oritel perform some great traditional dance. It was so beautiful that he had wanted to grab Oritel by the hand and take him away from here. Live a peaceful life with the younger. He couldn't understand what this feeling was. It was a warm one.

One that made him feel at ease when he was able to see the other safe, but felt awful and struck him hard when he saw the other almost die a week ago. He was prepared to leave the infirmary, to greet the other until the nurse wouldn't allow it as they still needed at least one more day to regain their barrings. He fully understood their concerns and returned to his bedside. He'll have his chance to meet the young Prince. He just had to be patient.

Alfor swayed from side to side, a shadow casting over him as if a demon were to possess him. Oritel stretched a hand out, reaching for the male, calling out desperately for the male. Calling out to warn him of the darkness that was slowly swallowing him up. Nonetheless his attempts failed and he watched with a horrified look as the darkness ate him up. His screams heightened, terrified of why he didn't want this man to disappear from his line of vision.

He chased after them. Ran so hard and so fast that he had to stop to take a breath. But the longer he stalled the quicker the face of the other male faded. He dropped to his knees, holding his stomach and panted. Why? He thought. Why did the other disappear? Why did he have to leave? Why didn't he stay?

Oritel snapped his eyes open. His breathing heavy, and his body full of sweat. It was just a dream… but it terrified him. The thought of Alfor leaving him, terrified him. He brought his hands to his face and let his palms rub his eyes. It was early in the morning and he had to prepare for the day. He was more worried over his dream though and could hardly focus on getting ready for sword practice. Why was Alfor in his dreams anyways? Why did he care so much about Alfor? He was someone he had just meet about 10 days ago and most of that time the other male was recovering after saving his life.

His face went bright red when he thought about the other saving his life. Now that he thought about it, why did Alfor save him? He let out a frustrated sigh. The more he thought abut Alfor, the more conflicted his feelings towards the other became. He had to clear his mind. He got dressed then left his room snd found his way to the practice room. He grabbed what he needed then made the decision to practice outdoors today. As he was going through his usual routine, he felt the pair of eyes watching him from a far. He wanted to ignore it but still felt it, and it was troubling him. So as soon as he had finished, he took the chance to look at where he felt he was being stared at. He glanced up at the infirmary windows and caught a glimpse of Alfor's uniform.

He felt the warm heat coloring his face. Was Alfor watching him the entire time? But more importantly was Alfor finally awake?! His eyes widen at this realization and he hurried back into the palace. Once he entered he dropped everything he had in hand and rushed his way up to the infirmary. He busted through the door, shocking quite a few nurses, then ran pass them. He felt a wave of happiness wash over him as he stared at the back of Alfor.

He was sitting up on bed, chatting with Zarkon and Coran who were facing him. They didn't seem to notice his presence however which he didn't want them to anyways. He smiled like an idiot then ran over to them and without thinking, he jumped up and landed a hug on Alfors back. Tightly holding him and muttering praises of his awakening.

Alfor was shocked of the others sudden outburst, but he couldn't help the smile that formed on his face. He was glad to see the other too and his spirits brighten up when the other decided to embrace from behind. Once the other let him go, he turned around and tackled him into another hug. "I'm glad your ok." Alfor muttered into Oritel's ear. Oritel's face went red. "I'm glad your ok too." Oritel responded back, his face still flushed. The two stayed like that for another few minutes before backing up and sitting in an awkward silence for the next few minutes.

Coran rubbed the back of his head before interrupting the awakward silence. "Well I see the Prince is doing well yes?" Oritel looked over at the red head and nodded, a big smile on his face. "That's good."