I Scored Myself A Mate - Chapter 437 - 437

Chapter 437 – 437

Nature was always stronger. The wilding and aggressive river was a very clear reminder of that. As Allias felt his whole body getting cold, his head once in and once out from the river he couldn't stop swearing. 

What was happening to him was really unbelievable. He was drenched, his dump clothes were pulling him down and he was waiting for some magical force, a savior to actually appear. 

After a while of struggling he found salvation but it wasn't in the face of someone. It was actually a rock. A huge black rock that stood in the middle of the river, protruding from the violent water like the iceberg that winked the titanic. The king's eyes widened and the moment the current brought him close to it he grabbed it as if he was hugging Theseus.

He found himself, gripping the slippery rock with only one hand and somehow climbing at the top of it.

"Don't slip, don't slip" he whispered to himself as he turned his body so he could align it with the sore. He jumped up and wide, managing to finally step on land. 

He breathed in, looking at the unexpected object as if it was his most valuable possession and smiled.

"Thank you." He exclaimed and dropped his tired body on the soft grass. His chest was moving frantically up and down as he tried to regain his own strength. His stamina had hit rock bottom by now and even moving a finger felt like a drag. He sighed, bothered by the wet hair that fell into his eyes, hiding his vision and pushed them back, lazily.

"Now what?" He asked himself and sat up, staring around, trying to find something that would tell him where he was. Trees, grass, bushes again and again spreading endlessly. As a child he used to love running into the forest of the Avgee nation, he always knew his way back but now, lost in Disee territory he felt almost stupid.

"You own this land, how could you not know about it." He scolded himself. There was a flower next to him, a blooming daisy and he cut it, holding it with his hand. Will I find Theseus? Will I not? He asked and because he didn't have another arm to pluck the petals he mentally skipped them. "I will not." He said finally in frustration and threw the daisy on the river, seeing it get swallowed by the hungry water. 

He took another breath, thinking of what his next step should be. He was still a bit worried about using his magic, he didn't know where he was and finding himself in between the enemy was definitely not something he wanted. 

His clothes were very uncomfortably sticking to his body and he felt like he weighed twenty kilos more than usual. He frowned and took off his shirt, unable to stand the feeling. He looked at his pants but he decided to keep them just in case he needed to run. 

His body was filled with scars, definitely not the body that befitted a king. Long white lines of healed skin, signs of hurtful memories and feelings. Another sigh escaped his lips as he traced them, creating patterns of sorrow on his own body. He remembered most of them, the pain he felt and that one, the arrow that took his life, the arrow that saved Theseus. The plank that kept Mark safe. He smiled, maybe not all of his scars were bad, maybe they were remains of what he achieved. He had helped those he loved, he had acted like a shield and maybe that was enough. Sometimes someone has to get hurt and maybe it was better this way, he could stand it. 

He stopped thinking about his scars. There were more important things he should be thinking about right now. Theseus. He needed to find him. 

He stood up, picking his shirt from the ground and searching for a path with his green eyes. 

"So, now we just need to find Theseus." He told himself when he heard a voice answer him from behind.

"It's alright. I found you first." He heard Theseus' familiar voice. He turned immediately around, seeing at the other side of the river. His eyes widened as the state of his lover sinked in.

He was dirty, patches of dirt everywhere on his body and he looked tired. He limped closer and Allias noticed that the skin on his wrist had melted as if it was on fire. He was holding his ribs, his fingers bloody as he covered a big stab wound.

"Theseus!" Allias exclaimed. "Are you alright?" He asked, tears in his eyes. The genrt smiled, his eyes tired and hazy as he looked at him.

"You look really beautiful." He told him and then he collapsed. 

Allias watched him fall, land on the ground as he heard footsteps.

They were still after him. The king looked at the farm back, spotting soldiers running through the woods, spears, bows and swords in their hands. They wanted to get to him, capture him again.

Allias wiped his tears and found himself in the other side of the river, trying to lift his lover with one arm. It was a lot more difficult than he thought and he groaned agitated. 

"Shit." He shouted as he watched them get closer. He heard their voices, shouting to get them. He took a deep breath and crouched. He touched Theseus' back and with his mind he thought of Mark. "I'm sorry" Allias said as tears escaped his closed eyes. Soon Theseus' body disappeared.

A few more scars wouldn't kill him. He had to put an end to this. Forever. 

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