Pride (A Sanders Sides Story)(COMPLETED)

Chapter Thirteen

In the Imagination, it was growing dark out. The moon was the brightest thing- although it's presence looked eerie in the odd forest. And the longer Romulus is in control, the more the forest loses its beauty... The trees began to lose their leaves. The flowers began to wilt. The streams started to dry up. This place needed its prince to stay alive...

And when the Imagination dies, Roman dies.

Although these changes were quite noticeable, Logan couldn't see them, for the blindfold that was out over him. He sighed in annoyance as he tried to pull his wrists free of the ropes binding them together, behind his back.

"Is this really necessary?" He asked. Both Emerson and Braxton were walking him through the creepy forest, to the Castle of Shadows.

"Shut up. You're not in charge here," Emerson barked in an orderly tone.

"Neither are you," the logical side said back.

"He got you there, Em."

"Braxton, I will personally shove you off a cliff-"

"Then Damion and Romulus both would kill you next!"

'Damion?' Logan thought to himself. 'What does he have to do with any of this?'

"Just shut up, okay? You're making this more difficult!" Emerson glared at Braxton. "This is going to be a loooooong day..."

After what felt like a lifetime to Logan, they finally arrived to the castle. The teacher felt a shift in the atmosphere, which signaled that they were in a different location. Through the blindfold, he obviously couldn't see anything, but he heard faint noises; people talking a bit away, clattering of swords, so on. 

He then heard a familiar voice...

"Good. You brought him. Take off his blindfold."

Logan suddenly saw light flood in as Braxton pulled his blindfold off of him. He was indeed in the Castle of Shadows. The throne room, which he was currently in, was ginormous. A large chandelier hung in the middle of the ceiling, made entirely out of skulls, painted silver. The throne in front of him was large as well, black with a silver lining, and red jewels outlining it. There were two torches, one on each side of the throne, with a black flame....and seated on that very throne was none other than Romulus himself.

"Greetings, Logan~" the King said, smirking evilly. Logan just stared him back in the eyes. He clearly wasn't afraid. His posture never faltered.

"Salutations, Romulus."

"Now I know what you're thinking. "Why am I here?? What is the good-looking, hot, handsome king going to do to me?!?!" Well, I'll tell you."

"If you would, enlighten me as to why I am here," Logan said simply.

Romulus looked at both Emerson and Braxton, nodding. The duo then untied Logan, leaving him in front of the King. Then they left the castle. Logan and Romulus were now alone.

"You're smart. The smartest out of them all."

"That's obvious."

"But the thing is, Logan...None of them actually care about you...I mean, why would they? They don't want to listen to reason...that's boring..."

Logan narrowed his eyes at Pride, but deep down, he knew he was right... He couldn't let his guard down, though.

"Don't you remember all those videos? Thomas would always have some problem, and it would've easily been solved if...he just listened to Logic. Logic knows everything. Logic is the smartest side." Romulus paused for a moment. "Logic is the most important side here... But...Logic is the only one who knows that... Tell me I'm wrong, I dare you."

Logan was silent. His gaze drifted further to the floor, pondeeing everything Romulus had just said. 'He is right...When have they ever cared about what I have to say...?- No. No, he's trying to get to your head...Ignore it, don't let him win...' "You're wrong, Romulus. You've always been wrong, and you always will be wrong."

Romulus gave a spine chilling laugh, his smirk turning smug. "I thought you'd say that...So this is where I say goodbye, Logan. You won't be missed..."

In split seconds, Logan found himself in a black void.

"What...wait...this is one of the far corners of Thomas's mind...Why did he...wait..." the gears in his head began to turn. "I need to find a way out of here..."

Logan looked all around him, seeing nothing but darkness, and emptiness. He nearly jumped out of his skin when walls began forming around him. He straightened his glasses, examining these new walls that have formed. 

'It's a maze...'

He walked toward one of the walls. It seemed like it wasn't solid, but it was, somehow. He reached out and touched it. It made his hand feel tingly and numb, so he quickly recoiled it, walking through the maze before him.

He ended up in many dead ends, finding more torches with black fire at the ends. The longer he spent in here, the more desperate he became.

"Hello?!?! Anyone there?!?!"

Logan froze in shock, hearing the voice. The very voice was familiar to him. It sounded like it was right next to him, but it wasn't.

"Yes! I'm here! Where are you??" Logan asked, his voice more desperate, to find him.

"I don't know..."

Logan then began running, searching every corner and every path he comes across, his breath hitching in his chest. There was something about being in this maze that he didn't like at all. 

But he had to find him...

He didn't hear the voice again...after running for what felt like hours, he gave up, knees dropping to the ground below him. He ran a hand through his hair, and then took off his glasses, cleaning them, for they had gotten foggy. 

When Logan heard footsteps coming closer, he put his glasses back on, looking up in front of him. For the first time in years, Logan smiled, relief washing over him. 

"Roman!"