3,000 Years

I Can't Stand It

When she had been transferred to Liones with the others, Elizabeth had not figured that she'd feel the way she did. She had not figured that her heart would feel so heavy, guilty, over the fact that they had all left Sir Meliodas alone to deal with the Commandments. She was used to it. She was used to the idea of standing back from the brunt of the attacks, knowing very well that the captain of the Sins did not like it when she was near danger. He focused better when she was safely tucked away from harm.

But this time wasn't like the others.

In previous times, Elizabeth had not been so far away. She had been close enough to run in and get involved before - even if it wasn't the most smart and sensible thing to do. But it made her feel better to be there. It made Elizabeth feel more helpful to be near and ready to help in the only way she knew how: moral support and her healing powers. But even then she wasn't a master at those things. Just about good enough to get someone out of a rough patch.

Overall, Elizabeth wasn't skilled at being in the middle of a conflict. She didn't even know how to hold a sword. Yet as she stood there, safe and sound with the Sins and everyone else from the fight festival, the princess could not help but feel her heart clench. She couldn't help but want to scream out every time she saw the Dragon Sin receive a blow from one of the Commandments. She wanted to be there. She wanted to make sure he made it out alive.

Unfortunately, that was tough to do when she was miles and miles away in Liones. The only other time where she could recall being kept this distantly away was when she had been abducted by Vivian. But even then Sir Meliodas had rushed to retrieve her once more. He was always saving her: she wanted to repay that. One day, somehow, she would find a way to make it even, to repay him for all he had ever done for her.

Although that day wouldn't be today. Facing the Commandments was something Elizabeth wasn't suited for - no matter how much she yearned to just be there.

"Teleport me there!" Antsy, on edge, Gilthunder seemed to share the same twitchy restlessness that Elizabeth herself had. Watching the flickering orb within Gilfrost's hands, brow pinching at the image of his role model - his lifelong idol - snared within such a nasty, cruel trap, he seemed almost annoyed at how powerless he was in this situation. How useless he was in reality. "We must help Sir Meliodas! We must- "

"It's too dangerous!" Cutting off Gilthunder, seeming adamant in his words, Gilfrost frowned. Even though he disagreed with returning to the site of the fight festival he was still screening its events live, capturing every moment of the battle for all available eyes to see. "You'll die."

Yes, that was one thing for certain. All of them would most likely die if they were sent to that battlefield, any power they held being minuscule compared to the massive hoards of experience and power the Ten Commandments held. Death would be the outcome; its delivery would be the tricky thing to pinpoint. Torture wasn't beneath people like the Ten Commandments; nor was sucking out the souls of those who got into their way.

"We can't just sit here!" Hawk now, puffing out an annoyed cloud of steam, had turned an angry eye to the wizard, "Leaving Meliodas by himself is- "

"We know what it is," Cutting the pig off, a defeated expression upon his face, Gilthunder let out a sigh. Drooping, his shoulders sagged as he shook his head and looked at the glass orb once more, "But there's truly nothing we can do..."

Watching it all unfold herself, heart twisting and pulling with every brutal blow, Elizabeth couldn't help but feel herself agreeing. Really, there wasn't anything that any of them could really do. At least, not in this present moment.

In that battle, determined to win, Sir Meliodas was acting somewhat strange. Something was off. Something not like him. Not like him at all. Sure Sir Meliodas had always been a fighter; he was someone who was no stranger to the violence and brutality of war, but this was different. This battle, this... whatever Elizabeth could call it, was not like the Sir Meliodas she knew. It was different. Much different. It was like he was on autopilot.