Found | Nomin

Chapter 4: Soul's Song

Mark woke up to a painful throbbing at the back of his head. He laid on a hard surface, completely stripped of both his weapon and armour. Instead, he was now dressed in a black tunic, pants and worn leather boots.

He sat up with a groan, softly rubbing the pain at the back of his head. It was dark and smelt of rotting flesh and faeces. The room was a small space barricaded by stone and cloaked in coldness. Dongmin and the prince were on the other side, quiet as the dead. Although, the prince laid peacefully sleeping while Dongmin looked wide awake, probably having been awake for a while now. Mark could tell just by the smell that they were in a dungeon cell.

The little glow that did light the small space came from the one torch in the corridor. The only thing separating them from the hallway being an iron barred gated, the structure causing long lines of shadows to flicker in the cell with the rhythm of the small flame.

The last thing Mark remembers before waking up was that they were outside the king's chambers and a guy ran in and ripped his sword out of his hands, then picked up the prince and cradled him. After that he felt something hit the back of his head and he woke up in here.

"He needs the rest." Dongmin spoke ever so quietly as he looked at the sleeping prince, sensing that Mark was awake. He looked over at other with a sad and concerned expression, "You think that he got his fever, didn't you say?"

"Yeah," Mark nodded, "He was shaking and whimpering like an injured animal."

Dongmin looked back at the prince before mumbling, "His eyes were blue..."

"That doesn't matter. What matters is that he's alive." Mark told Dongmin, shuffling to get in a more comfortable position on the cold stone floor. "We're doing our duty to the royal family and our kingdom."

Dongmin smirked a little as he chuckled slightly, "You and I both know we do this for more than just the royal family and the kingdom... we do it for him, because he's our brother."

Mark looked over at the younger. Worry for the other's well-being started to cover his thoughts. Dongmin is right. The prince has always been a younger brother to him.

Dongmin smiled as he watched Mark's face flicker with distress, the prince's health troubling his mind, "Just give him some time to rest and he'll get better. We often forget because of his soft face that he's stronger than both of us."

Mark diverted his gaze from his best friend to Dongmin, smiling back at the other, "You're right."

"Of course I am-" Dongmin started to laugh but stopped as the prince's sleeping figure began to whimper again.

"Nabi." Mark crawled over to the younger near the bars, softly massaging his shoulder to comfort him. "We're here."

The prince opened his eyes slowly with a few blinks. His vision was blurry as tears covered his eyes. It was those scents again. They smelt different but had the same trace of power that made him whither. The stronger the scents were the more he felt like he was suffocating.

"N-Nabi." Mark softly shuttered as the younger's state sent a ping straight to his heart. He gently moved the prince's trembling frame onto his lap and petted his hair in attempt to comfort him.

"There's three. Two are humans and the other one is an omega." They heard a voice echo down the corridor along with footsteps. "They said that the omega was passed out by the time the rest of the guards got there."

"Didn't General Lee claim that the omega is his mate?" Another voice spoke with peaked curiosity as the footsteps got closer and the prince's cries got louder.

"Yup, that's what I heard."

As the two figures came into sight in front of the cell one spoke with lifted brows, "He's a pretty one, that's probably why."