Ancient secrets told

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Eron woke once again in the sofy bed with Devon fast asleep under him. A few days before Eron was told a deep secret from Devon's past, the elven past. Another knock on door broke Eron from his peace and he could already tell who it is. With a sigh Eron went to door and stretched before opening it. "Good morning King's, king" Kakar smirked with a mocking look.
"What now?" Eron asked, seeing that the messenger was slightly jumpy.
"Urr not good news... King Aron seems... pissed to be honest" Kakar shifted, his eyes confused and scared.
"What happened?" Eron asked, (it's not until tomorrow that we launch the attack... what happened!?).
"The plan that you sent to all of the genrals... every one of those camps has been attacked" Kakar explained and Eron flet a stab of panic.
"HOLM!?" Eron demanded, "is Holm ok!? Did he get attacked!?" He towed over the messenger who only shrank under him.

"Y-yes" Kakar stuttered, "he's her-" Eron run past him, dashing down the hall with a panic.
"Wait!" Kakar called after him, "you need to licen!" He called and Eron could hear him running after him. Eron didn't stop, he burst into the throne room and saw his old genral with every soldier he grew up with alive. "They're alive! No-one was killed" Kakar panted, sighing and relaxing.
"Eron" Holm smiled, "we're ok, where's King Devon?".
"I-" Eron looked around, "I'll get him" he promised walking back up the hall and Kakar followed.
"Done freaking out?" Kakar asked, "want to tell me how the fuck they could have known".
"Watch your tone" Eron snapped but then shook his head. "There's a spy" he admitted, opening the door to see Devon still fast asleep.

"Devon" Eron shook his shoulder, he blinked tiredly.
"Yeah?" Devon sat up, blinking, "what's wrong?".
"The camps, the ones that we're sending to attack the Garnet and Copper camps, they were attacked" Eron explained. "No deaths" he added.
"Shit" Devon hissed, grabbing his cloths to dress out of his night wear. Eron put his armour on, still feeling a pride to the colours. "They're all in the throne room" Eron mentioned as Devon opened the door, Kakar still waiting.
"You" Devon pointed at Kakar, "get all the messengers who delivered those letters and the soldiers that escorted you all" he ordered. Kakar nodded and left, Devon went to the throne room and Eron followed. (So the spy is either, Kakar, Vulwind, Folein, Rolm or Lyra, the messengers. Genral Gorie, genral Elm, genral Marca, geanrl Jaro or Holm but it can't be Holm. Then the soldiers, Ger, Gain, Rolt, Trossos or Tanyl) he thought.

Devon sat on the throne that overlooked the room, looking disappointed and angry. Eron stood next to him, feeling an awkwardness from staring at everyone as he stood next to the King. "You can relax yourself Eron" Devon spoke, sounding pissed but trying to calm himself.
"What?" Eron asked, "oh right I'm easy to read" he joked.
"Yeah, you can sit you know" Devon smiled.
"Yeah kinda don't want to sit with all the angry and pissed of soldiers" Eron mentioned, leaning on the throne slightly.
"I have a lap" Devon spoke hushly, with a small grin on his face.
"You sure that's appropriate right now?" Eron asked, looking around as he keeps seeing Holm look at them hopefully.

"I guess you're right" Devon looked around, "and I don't think genral Holm would be the spy, I've seen his look. He's too loyal to his King to ever question his word" he explained.
"I was thinking that too" Eron nodded, "he basically raised me".
"Oh really?" Devon smiled, "well then I'm sure that you have a better judgement then me".
"Who do you have in mind?" Eron asked, "Lyra... she seemed shut off from conversation" he mentioned.
"Yeah, I've noticed" Devon nodded. "Rolm as well, he's given most of the letters" Devon added.
"No" Eron shook his head and Devon looked at him. "The spy knows the whore rumers, he had no clue of our relationship let alone the rumer" Eron explained.
"True" Devon nodded, "I just need to think".

Eron nodded and as they waited he felt his legs grow tired. He was use to it though, he has been tried to stand strong for as long as physically possible. It didn't bother him, but after a little while longer he felt Devon pull him onto his lap. It caught him of gard and he basically fell onto him. "Oh ok" Eron adjusted himself to sit more comfortably.
"What I was lonely" Devon grinned and Eron could feel the looks on him and Devon. "Well I have been thinking this whole time, what you know of Jaro?" He asked.
"Not much, one of King Aron's, genrals" Eron shrugged, "very strict with his command is what I've heard".
"Anything else?" Devon asked, "when I see him, he's always been grouchy".
"Yeah but he's as loyal as any other genral, nothing that screams traitor anyway" Eron shrugged looking to find him. He was in the corner with his command, a fresh wound on his shoulder. He was frowning and clearly looked unimpressed with his situation, Jaro kept looking from his command to the others and his frown grew. (Well he has always looked that grumpy) Eron shrugged, "Yeah he seems normal".