"He won't remember I write the tales? He won't remember my powers?" Teague said uneasy.
"Teague, we must protect Jared. We can't have you hurting him again, it's for the best." The king glared at Teague, a sign to stop speaking.
"Listen, Teague. Your power will only grow. There is beauty in it, but also great danger. You must learn to control it. Fear will be your enemy." The Troll King warned.
"He can learn to control it, I'm sure. Until then we'll close the gates, we'll limit the staff, and close off contact with people...including Jared." The king assured the Troll King.
Jared knocked on the door of the room he and his brother once shared. He stood in silence for a moment until he heard footsteps come up the door.
"Hi Jared." Teague said quietly through the door, as if afraid someone would hear him.
"Teague! Want to go play?" Jared peeked through the little lock hole under the door handle.
"No thank you." Jared heard Teague walk away.
"Teague please! I never see you anymore!" Jared pounded on the door, not wanting to lose him. "Come out the door-"
"Go away, Jared!" Teague shouted, if he got too angry with Jared...
"It's like you've gone away..." Jared looked down and walked down the hallway.
Teague threw a vase from his desk against the wall, and watched it shatter. He let out a growl with anger. Why couldn't he just control this intense anger inside? Just then, a knock came at the door.
"Teague, unlock the door." The king said sternly.
Teague waved his hand and the lock clicked, allowing the king entrance into the room. He shook his head with disappointment, seeing the room. His light brown dresser had turned to a cold, dark metal with a shattered mirror.
"Teague, why is the mirror broken?" The king crossed his arms.
"I'm afraid of the monster." Teague backed away from the shattered glass.
"What monster?" The king examined the shards.
"Me."
The king shook his head. "Here." He handed Teague a pair of black leather gloves. "They'll help."
Teague slid the gloves on and watched his father leave. He waved a hand and fixed the mirror. He looked at his reflection with fear. His hair was getting blacker every day and he always looked angry.
"C'mon, Teague. Don't feel." He scolded at himself.
6 years.
6 years ago today Teague had shut him out.
He rarely even came out of his room anymore. He tried to avoid wearing anything but black and he rarely ever spoke to Jared. He talked to his mother a lot, who comforted him throughout his days.
Jared worked up so courage and knocked again on Teague's door. Over the years, Teague had gotten angry over the slightest things, and every day his door looked darker.
"Teague? Do you want to go ride our bikes?" Jared waited patiently.
"No." Teague's voice was heard from behind the door, cruel and cold.
"But, Teague...it gets so lonely, all these empty rooms, watching the hours pass by." Jared reached for the doorknob, desperately wanting to see Teague, but he recoiled after remembering how little of a temper his teenage brother had.
"I don't care! Go away!" He heard a shatter, probably the new mirror Maeve had bought.
"Teague, please!" Jared knocked again, this time Teague emerged and stood in the doorway.
"Teague this, Teague that, why can't you just leave me alone?!" Teague's hair was a tangled mess and his eyes were full of tears. He raised his hand but immediately lowered it and went back to his room, loudly shutting the door behind him.
Teague stood formal and silent at the bottom of the stairs. Jared stood across in his pajamas. Their parents walked downstairs, arms intertwined. Jared hugged them.
"See you in 2 weeks." He smiled.
The king and queen turned around and gave Teague a slight bow.
"Do you have to go?" Teague's voice cracked.
"You'll be fine, Teague." His mother hugged him, even though she knew Teague didn't like contact with people. He pulled back and wished them a safe trip. They closed the gates and Teague immediately went upstairs. He'd now been spending a lot of time in his study, reaching the Grimm tales. He didn't want to hurt them, but it helped him channel his energy, it was the only way to protect Jared.
The fates got on the ship and sailed off into the distant sea towards the northern side of the Fae Plane. As the trip progressed, the water became extremely rough and the ship turned over, drowning the fates and their crew.
"Your highness?" Plaith was one of Teague's favorite guards, but he couldn't seem to get through to him. "The Fae need you more than ever."
"They have Jared! The good one! What does anyone need me for?" Teague raged at him.
"Prince Teague..."
"Go away! Go!" He yelled. The staff knew crossing a total meant severe punishment, so Plaith walked away.
Jared had returned from the funeral and saw Plaith. He passed by him and, once again, knocked on the door. The door had become pitch black and cold, with a dark mist coming out from under it.
"Teague? Please, I know you're in there." Jared said quietly.
"Please, leave me alone." Teague's voice was shaky, like he'd been crying for hours.
"People are asking where you've been..."
"I don't care. Jared, this is all wrong." He choked out.
"I'm right out here for you, just let me in." Jared cooed. "We only have each other."
"What are we gonna do?" Teague sighed.
Jared leaned his back against the door and slid down, Teague in the same pose in the other side, and allowed a tear to slide down his cheek.
"I don't know..."
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