Ancient secrets told

Under the eye of the Opul king

Eron waited in the great hall of the elven kingdom, his king too looked a little impatient to wait for his men to return. The stumbled down the hall, seeing their king waiting they immediately grabbed their things and followed him to their horses. "We'll be going to king Devon's throne room" king Aron declared, "we are to meet and confirm this alliance". They followed their king, trotting up the hill to the Eastern gate that leads to grand castle. As they all approached the main gate, Eron saw workers and servents ready to tend to their horses. "Your majesty" bowed an elf who wore more rich clothing then the others, "I am Aias, king Deven's seevent" he greeted himself to king Aron. "All of them will take care of your horses and I'll show you to the throne room, and I apologise for the wait" he finished, his calming voice soothing from the tense soldiers around him.

Eron followed and he felt his heart race, (oh no, I better not go red) he scolded himself. Eron has felt attractions to women in the past, him and his fellow soldiers would often have conversations about who they fancied. But Eron has always kept his mouth shut whenever he felt the same attraction to another man. It was something he noticed growing up but he never dared spoke about it, no-one else seemed to have the same feelings he did and he didn't want to start something. Walking through hallways of the large castle, he saw how decorative and well looked after it truly is. The walls lined and filled with gold and rubies in a pattern, (how wealthy does someone have to be to afford this?) Eron wondered as he followed his king. Aias stopped infront of large door made of polished stones and gold handles, he opened them and welcomed king Aron and his soldiers in.

"Welcome to the throne room" he bowed and left to the end of the room, an elf with dark hair and fair skin sat on a grand and golden throne staring. His gaze flashed with excitement at king Aron, he then observed each soldier carful. His armber eyes looking hopeful and a deep excitement as he watched them walk forward. "King Devon, thank you for your invite" king Aron nodded his head respectively, the elf King smiled.
"Of cause, it's always nice to have visitors, especially in such trying times" he examined the soldiers once more. The excitement growing but yet the emotions stuck exclusively to his eyes and a smile.

"Sir Eron, step forward please" king Aron ordered, "I believe you would like to meet our immortal" he turned his gaze back on the Opul King. Eron obade, walking forward to his Kings side. The elf King snapped his attention to him, a smile formed and he looked pleased but then his gaze met king Arons. "His father found out he was immortal as a kid, he has been training as a soldier ever since" king Aron explained.
"Your soldiers should rest here for now, king Aron follow me please I must show you the plans" the elf King stood up and left for a door to the rooms right. King Aron followed with one soldier following him. Eron turned to the other soldiers, "he seemed impressed easily" one of the soldiers spoke uneasily to him.

Eron recognised this soldier to be Ulli, one of the highly trained soldiers the king has infested in. "Maby..." Eron replied with a shrug. (I honestly thought I would be more excited to meet another immortal) he thought to himself, (maby he was just happy to see another of his kind?). Eron sat with the soldiers, waiting for their king once more. (Well they are discussing plans... this could take hours) Eron yawned a little, (what are they planning? What land are we taking and why so soon?) He raced his mind, thinking over and over what things could tourn out as. (How many would die? It better be worth it, for the better of the whole kingdom) Eron blinked and saw a window that showed the full moon. (There goes another month) he thought, observing the room. Chandeliers hanged from the ceiling, with jewls dangling next to the flames. The walls decorated with more gold and a large emerald just above the throne. (It sure is beautiful here) Eron admitted, the furniture made of marble and polished diorite.

The Kings appeard from the rich, wooden door and the elf King's gaze observed him. His eyes emotionless. (Is he... calling me forward?) The elf didn't blink, his gaze glaring at him. (Is he... disappointed?... what do you want?) Eron looked back, puzzled at the sudden harsh gaze of the elven king. The elf blinked, turned to king Alon and spoke in a little more of a harsh tone, "your immortal seems jumpy you sure he's ready for battle?" He asked and a shock struck through Eron. (It was a test!? Wow I should have really guessed that one) he thought.
"He is only young, unexperienced" king Alon explained, "but I assure you, he has traied younger than most soldiers and is more then ready for the battle field".
"I see, Aias will show you all to the guess chambers" King Devon dismissed them and Eron began to follow but the elves voice called. "Not you immortal, I would like to meet you, follow me" he ordered and Eron looked at his king who nodded and left.

He followed the elf King who went to the opposite direction of the others, he went up a flight of stairs, freshly polished and dusted. "So where are we heading?" Eron asked once they reached the top.
"My chambers" king Devon answer, silencing him. Eron followed, the light cape swaying on his shoulders. The more they walked the higher then went as Eron noticed through the windows. (What a clime?) Eron thought following the silent king. (He seems... charming) Eron thought, thinking of the different moods he has seen from him. The elf King stopped at a set of doors and opened them to a room. A room with a large desk was sat next to the doors, a large chair tucked neatly in and a large double bed with the curtains drawn glowed a deep red. "It looks comfy" Eron commented, feeling a little anxious.
"Thanks, so you're immortal to? How did you find out?" King Devon ordered, leaning on the bed post.
"Oh... m-my father..." Eron stuttered, it was not a day he would like to remember.
"Your father?" The elf echoed, narrowing his eyes.

"He... killed me during a drunken rage, I... I found myself in a void, it was cold and dark then... I saw this bright light. I came back and the killing wound was healed" Eron described looking down a little embarrassed.
"So you can die?" King Devon narrowed his eyes further, "how many times?" He demanded, arms crossed and observing.
"T-twice now, one when I found out and a second when I got the plague" he admitted, "was not a fun time" he added a little humorously.
"So you can die and get ill? Well that's different, I can't die you see" he explained, smiling, walking forward and grabbing his chin. "Any killing blows either brakes the weapon or I just don't die, I don't get sick, never have, so why are we so different?" He asked, softening his eyes.