The Prince's Trust

Battlefield: Part 1

I basically wrote this one line at a time so I don't know how it flows but I've kept you waiting long enough ❤️

This is a two parter cause it's was so long.... enjoy everyone :)

Ant's POV

I woke up with a weight around my neck.

Breathless but not for the usual reasons. Not because of a nightmare or a particularly good dream and because I'd been so deep in sleep, I had no recollection how long it had been going on.

My oxygen-starved brain was what forced my body to react, caused me to tensed with panic and instinctively open my eyes to come face to face with a masked figure straddled above me.

His eyes were slammed shut and hands wrapped in a death grip around my vulnerable throat.

The man's mad murmurs were completely incomprehensible and I didn't stop to dwell on their meaning at all whilst I gasped for air and shot my hands out to grip hold of Vul's small wrists.

I choked and groaned desperately as the grip on my neck just tightened against my struggle to block my airways completely. My vision blurred out and the adrenaline took over, giving me the strength to push away the hands suffocating me to death.

As soon as I had enough clearance, like a starved man I took a sudden gasp of air which powered me to shove off body towering over me.

Vul tumbled suddenly, falling off the bed and crashing too the floor while I jumped off the bed as far away from the other man, gasping and spluttering for precious air I'd been so badly denied for god knows how long. Tears were pooling at my eyes but like the stubborn northerner I was, I refused to give Into the shock and fear flooding me. Instead I did the only thing I knew to, I grabbed the nearest sword and held my arm out straight at the now sobbing man.

"Pl-please d-don't hurt me.... please." The trembling man begged and my eyes narrowed in anger.

"Not hurt you?! You could have killed me!!!"

"I-I'm Sorry... i-I'm s-sory... i swear... It was a bad dream I'm sorry." The man cowered away from me and I second guessed my anger for a moment.

"Who am I talking to?" I growled and the man at my feet flinched at my harsh tone.

"Uh... V-Vul....."

I frowned at that lie. The person before me didn't seem like him at all.

"Well next time tell me when you're gonna have a bad dream. I wouldn't have fucking slept there if I had known you were trying to kill me."

"I-I don't want to hurt you," he breathed, trying to calm himself and slowly getting there, "C-can y-you go?"

I scoffed but the action hurt my bruised throat, so I lifted a hand to massage the damaged skin, "where am I supposed to go?"

"F-find a guard? Please I just need to be alone, I'm sorry." He curled into himself and everything about the action seemed wrong. This man was vulnerable and fragile like Pet but intelligent and controlled like Vul.

I was curious, but just happy I got to leave with my life so I dropped the sword and left through the tent doors. My lungs grappled at the sudden rush of fresh air and I stood there for a moment, appreciating how id escaped. How i could take in the crisp morning sun having come damn close to never feeling that again and that one day, some one like Vul would finish the job.

I stopped there and looked back to the shabby looking tent, there was no one like Vul.

With a sigh I fought to pushed him from my mind and tried not to feel guilty for leaving him after he clearly had a terrifying nightmare.