Oath of the Son

Featuring Lordling Helios (NPC) , Lordling Phobos, Lord Ulixes (NPC)
Autumn, Year 758 of the New Age
Glenwood, Glenmore
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Wordcount: 1,143
    +2 magic - lit (1k to 1,999 words)
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"Come back damn it. You're all I've got. You cant- you aren't allowed to leave me here!" Phobos snarled at the still body, tears blurring down his cheeks and burning his eyes. Everything was wrong. It wasn't supposed to end like this. Helios wasn't supposed to get hurt. Helios was supposed to go out on his patrol and come home. He was supposed to come home and the next day tell Phobos all about all the things he got into. He was supposed to tell him about how he chased off blackwoods and foxes and rescued fillies and colts from foam-mouthed oakferns. He was supposed to tell all of this to Phobos so Phobos could laugh and tell him it was wrong. So Phobos could tell him how much he was just making it all up. He was supposed to laugh and swear by his adventures before they went off and trained together.

Helios wasn't supposed to get hurt. He was supposed to be okay. He was the only friend Phobos had. He was the only one who ever got to see all the cuts and bruises Phobos got from his parents. He was the only one who got to see how Phobos hurt. How broken he was. Helios was supposed to be there to help fix him, help keep him safe and sane. He had promised! Phobos was supposed to keep Helios' feet on the ground and his head out of the clouds, Helios kept Phobos' head above the dirt.

He wasn't supposed to be laying dead on the ground. He wasn't supposed to have died. That wasn't how it was supposed to go!

"COME BACK!" Phobos screamed, throwing his body towards the sky. He landed hard, his knees giving way beneath him. He collapsed next to the cold body. All the fight left him. He inched until he was curled behind the body, cradling it close and trying desperately to warm it. To bring life back to it. He laid his head against the battered and stiffening neck of his companion. The only creature that had shown him anything other than politeness, mild tolerance, or downrite malice hatred his entire life. Phobos would have gone and fought Oganach for Helios to come back if Phobos knew how. Yet he didn't. He was useless. There was nothing he could do but sit there and weep like a filly over their pet. He was useless.

He couldn't save Helios. He couldn't fight his father or stand up to him. He couldn't do anything good. Phobos let out another scream, his magic errupting around them. The meadow exploded into life. The grass filled like a gentle stream as it rained, fading from it's sickly autumn yellow color into a fresh spring green color. It grew until it waved around the pair, almost concealing them. Mocking the grass they would lay in out on the trails, sharing their life stories and grinning like loons. Amongst the grass grew a sea of poppies, rising like a sea of blood. Poppies had been his favorite flower, the only flower Helios would ever demand Phobos grow for no particular reason other than he liked them.

The color was harsh against Helios' pale coat but it looked so much better than the blood. Phobos carefully pulled the flowers closer with his magic until they grew over the dastardly wound his father had created. Hiding the malice intent it almost made Helios look asleep. If it hadnt been for the grief-stricken expression frozen forever on his face, it would be a perfect illusion. Phobos stared softly at his friend's face. He couldn't save Helios. No.

Don't let him take you too. Helios had whispered, I see you. His last words. The last things his voice, once so soothing on the nerves Phobos perpetually existed within, had been torn and tarnished. Ravenged just like his body, just like his life. Phobos swallowed hard and let out a shaky breath. "I see you." He whispered hoarsely, "I see you. Come back, please. I'm sorry. I'll protect you next time. I'll stand up, I won't hide. Please. Just don't leave me here. Don't leave me alone. I don't want to do this alone. Helios please. Come back. I see you."

His plea fell on unhearing ears. It echoed around in the glade, carried up to the heavens by the wind that rumpled gently through the glade. Phobos curled closer to his friend, his only friend, and howled. He screamed until his voice failed him. Until he had nothing left. Until he had no tears left to cry. Until there was nothing left but a resolve. Until he could look upon his friend's body and not feel his soul die just a little bit more. Until there was nothing left of his soul to die.

It was nearly night before Phobos climbed to his feet, stumbling back a few feet on muscles weakened from the abuse they had been subjected to earlier. He bowed his body over his friend, over his Helios. He stared numbly at the frigid body. "I won't let him win, Helios." Phobos swore, his voice as if he had swallowed many rocks, "I won't let him win. He will pay. He will pay dearly."

Phobos turned away and stumbled backwards, towards where he knew he had to go. Towards the coldest 'home' in Glenmore, colder than the winter's worst blizzard. Towards the worst stag alive. The stag he now hated most. Towards the stag he wanted dead. He would see Ulixes' fall one day. He would see Ulixes lying like Helios was. He would see Ulixes dead because that's what he did to Helios. Phobo would avenge his friend. His only friend. He would never rest until he did. Until his friend could rest in peace. Phobos would never rest in peace. He swore it. Phobos muttered in goodbye, gaining one last look at his friend. His best friend. His only friend. He turned then and walked away, not quite seeing where he was going but knowing he had to continue.

"I see you."

Rumor went around the glades that two stags died that day. One that went silently, his death like a whisper of words that caught on the tongue. Never quite heard. His death was beautiful, morbidly so, and tragic. The death of a good story. The other stag went with a scream that echoed through the Glenwood until it was too hoarse to continue, sounding more like a pained animal than something coherent. His death being with all the sound the first one should have made plus his own, sound like that of light dying. His death was the worst of them all. He was still left alive, still left living on the earth, while the other was freed from his mortal body to wander the stars.

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IT'S ALIVE!!!!

To be honest, I'm not really. Just sort of publishing old works from Sta.sh trying to survive. There's been so much going on- internet problems, family problems, it's just been hellish. So have Phobos being the Ace/Aro who doesn't understand love but clings like clingwrap to those he actually likes without realizing it.

List as of 767:
    -Hestia
    -Helena
    -Helios

See its a 'H' thing. He's got a thing for pale gentle hearted fawns with 'H' names apparently.

LOL Let's see how long it takes for my muse to revive itself from the depths of hell.

Disclaimer: Murder and Abuse is not actually accepted in Glenmore. Anyone who knew about the abuse was either a) murdered or b) blackmailed into silence.
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Phobos, Helios, Ulixes (c) Grilygril787 
Fawnlings(c) Fawnlings