The ruthless assassin and his gentle prince

Chapter 94

He tried to open his eyes. But he could not. He could hear his mate crying in his mind. He wanted to talk to him, to console him that he was fine. He did not though because he knew engaging with his mate telepathically would make Korn feel his pain again. So, he kept his telepathy paths closed. He gritted his teeth and did his best to open his eyes again. His vision blurred at first, it took him some time to make out the persons around him. And when he finally did, he snarled at them with disgust. With a whip in his hand, his own father had been hitting him. The reason for this torture was his mate. His love. Why did he have to have the bad luck of having such disgusting parents? Almost every of his friends had mated with another species and no one found it to be a problem. Except for him. His parents refused to accept Korn as his mate. Worse, they were willing to nearly kill their own son in forcing him to break the bond. 

"Break the bond!", shouted his father again. Knock ignored him. Again. His father could not be serious. Korn had accepted to be his mate after so much begging. Now to break that precious bond? He would rather die. But... The irony was that he felt that he WAS going to die. And dying would imply that the bond would be broken. Which would lead to exactly the same thing. He kind of hated his opinions right now. He needed to get out from here. How to do it though when he had no strength at all? How many days had it even been since he was locked into that hell? He had no clue. He hoped his mate had been able to escape. Just thinking about it made him feel relief. Heck, knowing that his mate was safe would make every beating tolerable. 

Meanwhile, Slate was whining: "Why are we hiding ourselves all the way to Bright? I want to kick asses!!" Kongpob rolled his eyes and muttered: "No matter how much you are powerful, you would not be able to defeat an army of dragons. Be realistic. And we are in a hurry to find Knock. So, we don't have time for silly things.." Slate pouted: "I could have if I resort back to being berseck. And I don't do silly things!!" Kongpob rolled his eyes even harder: "Please spare us." Slate frowned: "Don't underestimate me, Kongpob!" His master simply ignored him as Tew finally glanced at him. It was here. The hall where Bright was taken by the dragons. Everyone was tense as they stood in front of the door. "Who are we going to find inside?", whispered Slate in a voice to match the atmosphere. "Bright.", replied Kongob in a deadpan voice. And suddenly the door opened, surprising everyone. "So much gold!!", exclaimed Slate as he looked into the hall.

True to Kongpob's words, there was indeed an army of people standing in front of them but it was not of dragons. Bright's voice could be heard among them even though the guys could not see him yet. "There's no use in hiding me. They are my friends. They are cool with metamorphs! Let me go to them and show you." "But Your Highness, how can you be so sure? The prince of the sorcerers is here!" Bright winked at Prem and ran to him. The sorcerer rolled his eyes but he also braced himself. His friend threw himself into his arms, wrapping his legs around his waist and his arms around his neck. Slate rolled his eyes and said to Kongpob: "And you said I am immature?" His master bit his lip to avoid laughing as he saw the sour face of Wad. Especially when one of the metamotphs exclaimed: "Your Highness is intimate with the sorcerer?"

Bright burst out laughing as he leaned against his friend's shoulder. "They are scared of you.", he quickly explained as he slid down Prem's body and placed his arm around the sorcerer's neck. He grinned at the other metamorphs and stated: "He is my best friend! He does not want to do me any harm." The metamorphs remained skeptical, staring at Prem as if he was going to kill them all and Bright sighed. How was he supposed to remove the ingrained fear for sorcerers inside them? Prem noticed how they were feeling about him and a rare and gentle smile came to his face as he pushed Bright slightly away. He always knew he would have amends for the disastrous acts of his ancestors, being the prince of the sorcerers. He faced the metamorphs and he knelt down in front of them, causing everyone in the hall to be speechless. He humbly said: "I am so sorry for whatever my race has caused you. I will never be able to erase the atrocities from your minds. But I hope with time, we will be able to tolerate each other."