We're Not Evil, Just Betrayed

Chapter Twelve, Old Bonds

Disbelief. It was the first thing Sky had felt after seeing the horrendous scar trailing around his head. The poorly sewn thread was dirty brown and red, signs of infection and scars evident along old stitches. He didn't know how he had never noticed it before, with Enderlox's hair down, he could still see bits of thread prodding from his skin. He gave a reluctant shudder as a distant memory dared to rise. He forcefully shoved the memory back down. 'No, let it come' Enderlox said, staring at Sky, but he had already pushed it into the dark recess of the back of his mind. The draconian could only sigh at his incompetence. 'You and I.....we aren't as different as you think we are....' the violet hybrid heaved as he sat down, leaning against the wall. He seemed a bit uncomfortable, with his wings in the way, but he didn't move from his position.

The dragon grinned. "Looks like we both had our own petty family issues" he mused, "more specifically with our own brothers, hm ?" he stared at the side of Sky's waist, where a deep scar occupied, covered by his shirt. Sky remained silent but his eyebrows furrowed, as if doubting Enderlox. He grimly chuckled before stretching both of his wings to the side, the narrow bend in his wing scratching against the obsidian walls as he did, but he paid no heed. A small flame traveled from his mouth, illuminating his figure for a while, mostly his wings, to reveal the thick violet that coated the sides of his wings, near his shoulder blades. It looked as if his wings had been sawed off once. "Hurts when a brother beats you for your own good, doesn't it ?" he gave a lopsided grin.

Sky was silent for a while, and they shared the hot air between them before a grin spread across his face. 'I'm glad to see you still remember me' he told Enderlox and the dragons smile grew larger. 'It's only been a few years. Good to see we still have a kick to get into trouble' he let out a small laugh, Sky following in suite. But there was an uncertainty he could feel. Like the draconian was struggling for something. 'Glad to know you're not as serious as Seto is' his body seemed to relax a bit, the tension almost fully gone. He folded his wings against his back and there was nothing but calmness between them, the heat dying down drastically to a warm pulse instead of the near heat stroke Sky almost gained. A sudden realization overcame him and he sat down beside his old friend. 'I can barely recognise you now, you know ? You used to be so...' He looked at Enderlox. 'Human. Now you remind me more of the End than the boy who asked me to catch chickens every forth noon' Sky grinned, earning an uncertain shrug from Enderlox. 'What about you ? You look more like Herobrine himself' Enderlox retorted jokingly before shaking his head, 'Ah, what a leader you would become'. Sky shot him a strange look. 'It wasn't like I was destined to be the next king anyway, not with Adam around' his thoughts tinted with sadness, something Enderlox would never understand.

'Pity. With an attitude like that, you would have brought a lot of good to that trash of a kingdom, but I don't mean being king' the draconian looking at Sky properly as the exiled prince tried to conceal his offended look. Sure, he could say the kingdom was a hell hole with how badly that city had fallen with his fathers oppressive rule, but he still thought there was some beauty left in it somewhere. Wherever that beauty was hiding. 'Then what do you mean ?' Sky asked before his offended nature was too evident for Enderlox to notice. He rolled his eyes, as if the answer was obvious enough. 'What would you think of leading a small army of convicts ?' A devilish grin spread across Enderlox's face. Sky couldn't hide his surprise. 'I-I....really...? But....I...' he was speechless and extremely hesitant. When he was talking about being a leader of this prison, he had thought he was....well, he didn't know what to think. 'It's not like you weren't going to lead them anyway, it's not as much as a forty million army, but' he winked, 'One soldier holds the souls of a hundred on each fingertip'

Sky was completely rendered to the point where he couldn't say anything. The responsibilities....the chances....a fancy title...he almost chuckled to himself at that part, seems his childishness never left him. 'Come on, you'll get a fancy title' Enderlox teased. Of course he'd know. 'Alright, i'm sold. Fancy titles, here I come' Sky joked, before shaking his head. 'Fine. What do I have to do now ?' he said, looking at the draconian. He offered no verbal answer, extending a clawed hand for Sky to grasp. He took it, and his path was set.