I Scored Myself A Mate - Chapter 439 - 439

Chapter 439 – 439

"I'm telling you he is fine!" Ares said as they walked deeper into the forest. By now the sun had set, everything had turned darker and the chill of the night had grown stronger. The group had kept searching for Theseus but slowly they realized all they did was run in circles.

"All I'm saying is, it's weird that he still hasn't found us" Ea told his husband with a judgemental look. "We let him fall into the river. I can't believe this, why do I even listen to you." He whined. Ea had been worried, a lot of time had passed but still there was no sign of the king they had left behind in a joking manner.

"He is immortal!" Ares exclaimed and stopped walking. He looked at his husband, his crimson eyes squeezed while his expression was showing annoyance. "We need to find my brother, you know." He said and the small elf scoffed.

"You're so full of excuses." Ea said. 

"Just shut up so we can keep searching, this has taken too long already and my feet hurt." Mark screamed at them. He was walking a bit further ahead and stopped, turning around sick with their bickering. 

"I can carry you if you want." Asmodeus proposed again and Mark smiled.

"Thanks I am good."

"Why don't you ask if I want to be carried?" Ares said and Ea's brown eyes widened.

"I am half your size, you should be asking me that!" Ea reminded him and the Disee prince snorted, turning his head to the side while he crossed his arms over his chest.

"I guess." He mumbled.

"Umm, excuse me but…" Rayla spoke for the first time. She was walking behind them, silently observing their very immature scenes. Asmodeus had almost forgotten that she had been with them. All eyes turned on her, surprised she was finally talking. The girl extended her thin finger, pointing at a spot close to Mark. "I think there's a corpse." She told them. Mark turned his head immediately, running into the dark, heading towards the place she had pointed. She was right, partially. 

The red haired man looked down, seeing a dirty body with its face first buried into the grass. Mark scanned the body, seeing that his back was slowly moving meaning that he was breathing and he exhaled relieved. 

"He is not dead. Just stinky." He said and after giving him a better look, it was already hard to understand his figure and the details of it because it was night the dirt all over him made it even harder, he noticed that the man had white hair. He was tall with broad shoulders and a wide chest. "Theseus!" He exclaimed and the rest of the group moved closer. 

He flipped the man over, not so gently and his familiar face appeared, filled with scratches. His hands had wounds that resembled those you got in a terrible fire and his side, the spot where his ribs were, had a very nasty cut. 

"You" Asmodeus said, staring at Rayla. "Healer girl, fix him" he said.

Rayla was hesitant at first but as everyone kept staring at her she sighed and approached them. She fell elegantly on her knees, her white dress getting green from the grass and examined his hurt body with her eyes. She didn't like seeing people hurt, even if those were the ones who had hurt her and threatened her. She didn't dislike Theseus nor Allias; she was aware that wasn't the case for them though. Nonetheless, she placed her palms on his chest. A small silver light emitted from her palms and slowly it got absorbed by Theseus' body. Soon his veins shone a bright red color as if someone was igniting his body from the inside. He groaned, a pained expression appearing on his face.

"What are you doing?" Ares asked her.

"He has been poisoned with spider Lily. That's why he is not healing. I am cleansing the poison." She said and for a few more minutes Theseus kept groaning in pain. After she was done she removed her palms from his body and the light slowly died down. 

She had been right, everyone realized as they watched his wounds heal. The scars were closing and the melted skin was returning to its original state leaving the man simply a dirty mess. After a while everyone watched how Theseus' eyelids popped open, the only sign of color on his were his purple eyes, everything else was faded and it…stinked.

The elf looked around, confused by the many faces above his head and took a deep breath. Slowly everything kept coming back to him. How he had run away, how he found Allias at the other side of the river and how the soldiers followed him. Allias, he, he kept him away. Was he all alone? He wondered and his eyes widened as he shot up.

"Where is Allias?" He asked them, his throat sore.

"About that…" Ares said. "He fell into a river and…"

"Where is he now?" He rephrased his question and Ares shrugged his shoulders.

"We got seperated." The prince announced and his brother grabbed him by his collar.

"He is being attacked you fucking morons." He said.

"What do you mean he is being attacked?" Mark asked him, worry flashing in his eyes as he heard the angry general.

"What you heard. I could hear the soldiers that were after me but I was too weak, I fainted and he teleported me to you. He is all alone!" Theseus said and stood up. "Whose idea was it to leave him in the river?" He asked but none spoke up. "I don't even need to ask." Theseus said and looked at his brother.

"I…"

"You know, not all times are appropriate for your behavior"

"What do you mean with that?" Ares asked him, a frown growing on his face.

"What I mean is, that I am sure you were the one who said oh well leave him he will be fine. In a foreign enemy territory! Being carefree and funny is nice but not always!" He scolded him.

"I'm sorry! I didn't know something like this would happen."

"Will sorry be enough if he does?" Theseus asked and suddenly everyone turned terribly quiet.. "He won't be coming back this time."