It's Another Hermitcraft Oneshot Book

Please Take Me - Part 2- (Fluff)

Part 2 of this story! Is Etho x Wels a weird ship? Maybe, but I'm liking it more and more. Plus these two need more written about them! This is still based off the same song so all rights to Beth Crowley!!

Wels's POV-

I stand on one side of the King's horse and he stands on the other as I gulp in air, my chest heaving from running beside the white animal all afternoon. My wrists ache from the tight ropes digging into my skin. If I wasn't wearing gloves I'd probably be bleeding at this point. I don't care though, it was worth not killing my king. Sure, I work for the other army, but that is no my choice. I glare into the valley below as the mountain nearby casts a shadow over the tents and the forest blocks and easy escape. What a dumb place to have war... If only I could have done something, oh wait I did! I chose this spot, give Etho's army the upper hand and I offered to be scout so that I could possibly see him again. But here I am, the Hermit armies thinking I am a spy who tried to kill their king.

Why did Doc make me second in command? I don't know, maybe to make the Hermit army upset that one of their own is a high-ranking captain in the army? It's not like I can do anything, I have to follow the commands of Doc or die. I just cannot imagine what prince Etho thinks of me...

You watch the world from on your throne

Still holding the horse's reins, the king walks around to face me head on, blocking my view of the valley below. I stare at the man, sweat trickles down my face and neck, freezing in the winter air. I try to keep my face expressionless but as I study the king, recognition sets in. This is not the king I grew up under, but Etho himself. A black covering covers his mouth and new scar traces down his face, having hid his identity from me originally, but only Etho has such brown and gold eyes. His eye with the scar may look redder but it still has the Etho look deep inside.

"Cub. Remove his helmet."

A man rushes from where he was watering some horses to Etho's side, first untying my hands from the horse so a fierce looking woman could lead the horse to the water as well. My heart flutters slightly as Etho crosses his arms over his chest, looking just unimpressed. This is not the fun loving Etho I knew before... before I was taken... Something had changed. Maybe he'll recognized me and become the man I once knew.

In a kingdom no one knows

"Remove his helmet."

The other man reaches up and slips the knight's helm off and I watch Etho's expression. Recognition flashes on his face for one moment before hidden by the blank expression he had before. My curly hair slips to cover my eyes as I look at my boots. Etho doesn't care about me anymore. He probably hates me. I'd have thought that I'd reciprocate that hate, but all I felt was nothing. A numbness replacing my hope as pain blossomed in my heart. But I have to play it cool. I feel something cold press my chin, lifting my head to I stay into his expressionless eyes. I will my eyes to stay emotionless but I know I fail.

"Wels," Etho spits through my teeth. I wait for the pain from the sword and then release of death. I wait, but nothing comes. I feel like I'm shaking like a leaf as I fight to stand under the pain in my heart.

Etho doesn't move an inch as he hisses, "Go."

'Cause you'd rather be alone

Then the pain is over. My mind accepts it somehow. There is nothing I can do to keep Etho. He's made his decision. I just wish he had killed me though so I don't have to live knowing this is how he feels towards me. I feel the rope around my heads being removed. Etho keeps his sword under my chin as I rub my sore wrists. Those will be bruised tomorrow. Taking one last glance at Etho, I know my eyes are filled with terror and pain.