Our Legacy (Eddsworld ~Cinderella AU~ Sequel)

Chapter 9

It's been two days, maybe more for when Tom and Tord traveled to this horrid dungeon. Damien had chosen other men to torture while they were here, much to Tord's surprise. The large metal doors clang open and most of the prisoners scrunched into the corners of their cells, wishing they could blend in. Damien walked down, with his whip attached to his belt rather than his hand. Next to him were two people, a tall being in a black cloak and and a smaller one in a purple cloak and a cane. The cane scratched against the ground as the small figure walked ahead, "Where are they?" An inhumane voice coughed out of the purple cloak and they seemed to croak when they ended to sentence. "Oh darling, patience. They are right over here," Damien said, getting a scratchy laugh from the purple. The taller one just growled as they moved on. "Here they are!" Damien sang, showing off Tom's and Tord's cells. The purple took of their hood to reveal a woman with long strands of pale blonde hair. A wart on her small nose and a bumpy hand held the bars on Tom's cell. Tom didn't back away nor did he flinch, he knew better than to base someone off of their looks. "There. Are you happy? It's the eyeless monster and the freaky king!" The black cloak cheered. "So this is the one you called an old hag," Tord smirked, succeeding to irk Mark. A slap echoed the dungeon, Mark held his cheek. The lady's long nails had drawn blood, Tom gasped in horror at his stepbrother. "Would you like me to bring the frog threat back?" she asked in the most sinister voice Tom had ever heard, this was a lot considering he lived with Eduardo. Mark looked down in shame and spoke coldly, "no, do not turn my father into a frog again."
"Then, learn to respect your elders!" the lady had hissed. "Look, you got what you wanted. Now show me where my brother is!"
"Like young Prince Damien said, patience."

Tom looked at Mark in horror, thus witch had turned Mark and Jon's father into a frog, but on top of that, Jon was missing. Mark looked towards Tom's cell, his eyes met Tom's black ones. Mark jolted and growled, "what are you looking at, scum?" When he heard Mark's voice, Tom felt like he was the same boy from five years ago. Scared, almost alone, and used to being lower than everyone else, he couldn't help it. He breathing quickened it's pace, trying to get air inside. Tom felt like he couldn't breathe, there wasn't any air right for his lungs. "Don't call him that!" A voice kicked Tom out of his thoughts as he was pushed back to the present. "He has always been higher than you, don't treat him like dirt!" That voice was so familiar and it have given Tom comfort and strength, "If you're able to call him weak then you know nothing about your stepbrother! He has the biggest heart I know, he was the first person that made me question my position as a Prince, he's strong and capable of overcoming an obstacle!" Tord yelled to the cloaked beings, Mark just stared at the yelling king in disgust. Mark wanted nothing more than to hang both of them for their crimes, he heard a small laugh behind him. In hopes, he thought it was the King' s witch. No, it was his stepbrother. Tom was laughing, his smile gleamed and fresh tears went down his face, but they weren't full of sadness. Tom had a look of pure joy on his face, even though they were beat and in a dungeon, he still had the audacity to smile. "Tord, I love you. I love you, you big doof!" Tom said through his laughs, making his Love laugh in the process. They were happy just be in each others company.

Their laughs started to quiet, along with their breathing. They're weren't breathing; in fact, they were choking. The kings were trying to fight the force that was slowly strangling them; their lungs were burning and their chest tightened. "Are you done?" A wide, sinister smile rose on the hag's face as he cane was in the air with a green aura around it. Tom's face started to pale and instantly the old witch snapped her fingers, setting her cane on the ground. Tord fell to his knees, his hand against his throat as he breathed in and out. "Next time, you'll think twice before you defy me or my apprentice. Come, Mark," she said before leaving down the hall. Mark looked back into the royal cells. Damien had helped the witch up the staircase with Mark slowly following behind. Tord looked to his right and only saw Tom on his side, turned away from Tord. "Thomas, are you alright?" He just laid there, Tom still didn't move. Tord reached out, his chains banging on the bars. "Thomas talking to me, please?"
"This is my fault." Tord looked at Tom, "what?" Tom sat up and turned to Tord. His eyes were red and puffy as tears gushed out, his smile was turned around. Tord's heart broke at the sight of Tom, Tom was covered in dried blood, he was hungry and obviously in need of comfort. All Tord wanted was Tom. He would care less if anyone was there. He just wanted his bear, his Tom. "If I had never run into those woods, if I never went to that ball, if I never sang that song or walked out that door. You wouldn't be here, you wouldn't be enduring this pain, Mark wouldn't follow some witch's rule, and Jon wouldn't be missing!" Tom seemed to scream at himself. "Tom...Tom. Tom! Look at me," I yelled until his eyes met mine. "If you never had done those things, I would have never met you. I would be married to some princess who I don't live right now, Gazelle would still be on the street, Matt and his friends wouldn't had their talent spread throughout the kingdom, we wouldn't have combined and inspired other kingdoms and Paul and Patryck never would have been happy and together as they are now. Thomas, you running in those woods and everything after, was the greatest thing I ever dreamed of!" Tord yelled as if he wanted to world to hear it. "Don't ever treat yourself as if you're worthless. You've shown nothing but kindness to others, even your old stepfamily. If anyone deserves happiness, it's you!" Tom's eyes widen and his heart pounded faster. Tord was right, much more good came out of meeting the Prince in a ponytail. He loved his family and everyday of his life since then, the least he could do was have hope now. "You're right," Tom said softly. "Pssh! I'm always right," Tord said with a smirk, causing Tom to laugh all over again.