Wavering Love

Chapter 17: To Stay Alive

And if your glass heart should crack

For a second you turn back

Oh no, be strong

Walk on

Patroclus didn't answer his father's question directly. Instead he repeatedly answered it wasn't his fault. Menoetius believed his son was no murder but not the court. Doubt didn't wait for him when he entered but the fear of the coming events did. What died in this room wasn't just some farmer boy that wandered into the halls. A body full of money and power was taken away by the dying breath of Clysonymus and both aspects were valuable during the times, valuable enough that it would cost a prince's life.

Menoetius clasped both his hands over each side of Patroclus' face. "You can't stay here anymore my son. Not without to speculation of murder on your name!" He rushed towards to fetch a thick blanket large enough to conceal the sight of the dead body and blood.

He then grabbed his son's hand and quickly led him through the maze of hallways, making sure there would be no contact with any other person during their walk. Patroclus was dazed and drained by the tiring feeling of killing. He wondered if this was what Achilles felt after he killed someone. But the question was put on hold when he found out he was being led to the stables.

"Father, where are we going?" He asked.

"We cannot go. You must go my son! You already have a place to run to where as I can only fight the wolves off." Menoetius gathered the best horse and prepared it for a long journey with a bridle.

"But what will happen to you?! Why am I fleeing?!! I told you I didn't mean to. It was all an accident!!" Menoetius didn't answer in a hurry. "We shouldn't be cowering away from those we lead!!" Patroclus quoted strongly.

"Don't you understand!!?" His father seized Patroclus' chin roughly, scaring him by the sharpness of his voice. "That is the son of a powerful nobleman. Even more powerful then me. He sways the court to his pleasing and will sway it out of my hands and to maybe both of your deaths!! I cannot take the risk of the execution of my son!!" He went back in tying up the horse's bridle.

"You are to go back to Achilles! There he will take you in no matter what. And stay there."

"When is a good time for me to come back?" Patroclus asked. This made his father stop his working hands. He stared blankly into the horse's side then said plainly.

"You will not return Patroclus."

"What?!"

"You must stay there and you must promise me to not return home. Out of all the world this place will mark only your death." He was now looking at his son with tears. "Come!" he said hastily.

Paroclus couldn't climb on his horse, but now wasn't the time to disobey such an arduous task. His breathing skipped frantically by the uncontrollable sobs.

"We will meet again my son!" Menoetius was crushed by his son's sobs and was at a point to say anything to quiet them. Patroclus nodded in acknowledgment. He wanted his father to be at ease, believing that his son didn't know he will never see him again. When Patroclus was out of sight from the palace stables and soon unheard from the lands Menoetius' noisy soul came to a dead hush. Nothing in his life anymore would bring back that delightful noise into his heart.

And that was the last time Patroclus ever saw any form of his family again.

Now writing this made me really said!  To me, it was more difficult in describing the separating of father and son then before with Achilles, lover and lover. But don't worry all the bad stuff is gone now, or is it? Please review!