Fantasizing a war - A Sanders Sides Trilogy

The Hunt Begins

"My son is missing."

Roman looked around. Logan stood there, eyes narrowed. "Sorry, what?" The king asked awkwardly.

"My son. Fletcher." Logan glared. "My little boy is gone, Roman. Where is he?"

"I... don't know. Have you searched the city?"

"Of course I've searched the goddamn city!" Logan snapped suddenly. "I've searched everywhere! The bakery; the castle; the schools; the farms; the walls; the fields. He isn't anywhere!"

Roman felt a little chasm form in his stomach. "How long has he been gone?"

"I don't know... A couple of hours, maybe? All night?" Logan sighed, running a hand through his hair. "He's been strange for ages, coming home late, leaving early... Vanishing without a word... Tetchy and anxious... And I haven't seen him all day. I don't know what's happened..."

"Oh, Logan..." Roman stepped forwards and hugged his friend tightly. A tight, warm hug that his friend couldn't return. After a second or two, Roman stepped back. "Fletcher is going to be fine, alright? He's a good kid."

"He better be fine," Logan said, a single tear falling down his face. "Or else I'm going to plan a coup."

Roman smiled. "And that will be okay."

"Can we please get a patrol out looking for h-?"

"Roman!" Virgil's voice filled the hallway and the two Light Realm citizens turned around in surprise. Virgil was running to them, Remus behind him, and they both were pale. A look in Virgil's eyes was terrifying. Even chilling. Cold and deadly, despite fear and uncertainty on his face. "Roman!" He yelled again, as he reached his fiancé and friend.

"Virgil?" Roman said, in surprise. "What is it?"

"Dee- Deceit- Roman, please!"

Remus stepped forwards, a stare in his eyes and a look on his face that Roman hadn't seen before. It was hollow, empty and emotionless. He just stared at Roman with wide, blank eyes of no anger, sorrow or love. Like a robot. "My husband," He said, very softly, once in earshot. "They took him."

"What? Who took him? Who took who?"

"Someone's got Deceit," Virgil fretted. "Someone's got him. They took him, Roman."

"When?" Logan asked. "When did this happen?"

"Weeks ago," Remus breathed, shuddering a little. Roman now noticed the morning star in hand. "They took him weeks ago and took his place."

Virgil grabbed at Roman's shoulders. "It was after our engagement. He left to talk to you. That's when they got him."

Logans' eyes widened and Roman gaped. "But- who? Who's got him?"

"Someone with a death wish," Remus said, staring eyes focused on the wall.

"We don't know," Virgil replied. "But he's missing. He- He signed a document wrong. The imposter is getting the Grey Realm to send over weapons and he signed the approval document wrong."

Logan tilted his head. "How so? Wrong signature."

"No," Replied the prince.

"Right signature," Remus said, staring at the wall. "Wrong name."

The Light Realm citizens frowned but Roman caught on quick. "His real name," He breathed in shock. "That's what you mean?"

"His what?" Logan asked.

"Deceit's real name," Virgil answered. "We have two, remember? I am Anxiety and Virgil. He is Deceit and-"

"Janus," Remus said. "They took my Janus and I shall hurt them until they plead for death."