Unlikely Alliances (The Pack)

Ten - Oh, Haven't You Heard?

Mitch won again.
And again.
And again.
... Showoff.

'Every single - How?'
The Candelian just shrugged, picking at his dinner thoughtlessly. It would have been alright if only the six of them had been there, but of course the King and a bunch of royal guards were hanging around at the other end of the table.
Thankfully, he wasn't the only one feeling awkward. Lachlan appeared to be glaring at that particular part of the room, and Rob kept glancing between his father and his friend before looking down at his own food.
The other three, on the other hand, seemed to be doing just fine.
Weird.

'Yeah, it was pretty easy - Rob's just a bit salty.'
'I am - What's salty?' The prince tilted his head innocently, setting down his fork as Mitch and Lachlan exchanged cheeky glances.
'Oh, haven't you heard? Being salty means you're-'

'Attention, guests!' King Sebastian called in that overly-obnoxious voice of his. He really didn't have to be that loud, as they were only about ten metres away, but okay.
'Starting from tomorrow, you shall be training to fulfill the prophecy!' You can stop shouting now, mate. 'You're going to be trained in combat, stealth, healing-'

'I already have the healing ability, though.' Robert piped up. Preston looked mildly shocked, as did Vik, but the other four weren't that surprised. It was rumoured that then prince had that ability, anyway.
'Ah, yes, right, but you don't know how to properly control it.' The king looked smug, but only for a second before Rob grabbed a knife and-
Well, he stabbed himself in the arm. Lachlan choked on his drink, and Preston fell out of his chair as Jerome just gagged and turned away.
What the Hell is he doing?
Calmly taking the knife out (though clearly in pain), the prince put one hand up to the wound. A green glow emitted from his good hand, and within a few seconds he moved it away - The only sign of something happening being a slight scar.
It looked like he'd done that trick multiple times, too.

The King, who'd lost his cold facade for only a second when his son performed such an act, put it back up and glared indignantly at his son. 'Now look Robert, your blood got on the food.'
It was true, but if it hadn't of been, nobody would have had much of an appetite. The Astralan prodigy was still choking, with Vik thumping his back to try and help, and Preston shakily climbed back into his chair while staring in awe at the new scar.
It didn't last too long, as Robert abruptly shoved himself away from the table and stormed out of the dining hall. The area was eerily quiet for a few seconds until Preston walked out, soon followed by the rest of the team.
Are we a team? Preston wondered as he chased after the runaway prince. I mean, it feels like we are, but we've only known each other for a few hours.

'Rob, where are you going?!'
'Away from him!' The Candelian yelled. It didn't take any brain cells to guess that he was upset, so Preston tried to speed up and catch up to him.
He soon found out they were running to a garden. The gates had been left open, and in a desperate attempt to get away from everything he almost fell into the majestic fountain by the entrance.

'Rob? Rob, it's okay.' The Tauran called out uncertainly. Last minute the royal had hidden himself, and he knew the gardens far better than anyone else did, so this was going to be... Ahem, interesting.
'No, it's not - He doesn't understand!'
'You don't need him to. Rob, we're a team, you can talk to any of us. We might not understand either, but we'll try to.' Preston encouraged, peering around rogue foliage for a spot of blue that showed where he would be. The only way he figured that Rob could disappear so quickly, was when he saw a thin-cut path through a hedge.