Osiris, the elven god of the afterlife; the men we fought were not elven. Pluto is the man who runs the business in the underworld for human religion; I guess you’ll have to see it to believe it.
“Avenji, is Circe okay?” I look to my brother, sat in the front of the jeep Circe is next to me fast asleep.
“I believe so, sometimes I can never tell… let her sleep.” He smiles and turns back to the face the front.
“You know, brother… I hate my wife, I dislike being the king but someone has got to do it.”
“I guess that is why you’re fucking Triss then?” He laughs and nods, holding his chin his beard, now grown to a nice length through his fingers.
“I love her… I loved her before this shit, I need her… like you need Circe… and I guess I need you or I would have been killed the men didn’t think releasing you would make for a good plan of action being that your name across the realm is Kings slayer… I had my doubts that maybe you would blame me for a lot of things and kill me… Avenji… I’m scared, I am scared that I am losing it… that darkness will consume me and tyranny shall reign within my heart, I’m scared.” I can’t see his face, he doesn’t move
“We all get scared, brother… the weight of the world has landed on your shoulders and no matter how broad they are.” I make him laugh and myself, “They will shatter under the weight of everything and hell, I’m fucking scared… I’m so damn frightened that Circe will die; this life is not what we should have been in. We are destined for greatness you and I but we must march through hell to get there.” Zachary turns to me and smiles,
“Darkness consumes us all at some point… but through hell we shall march… I want you to go back to the keep and search it for the creature that killed Selventine; I will go to see Tayovason perhaps get him to join the legion.” I nod and look out of the window, the night rages on and the moon is somewhat full. The ride back to the camp seems to have been going for far too long, Circe has slept through most of the journey. Zachary has stumbled around within his own mind for too long, the weight of power collapsing on his head and his brother the source of his redemption… I have yet to find my own, maybe in the arms of gods or monotheism will strike my heart.
“Brother, do you blame me for what happened in the woods?”
“No… you and I did what was right… if I had fought I would have lost the only thing that I have ever loved, and then there would have been no point in living.” He looks at me with that big brother smile, misery within his queer eyes. Zachary’s rage has seamlessly gone, ruling this kingdom has made him see the realities of hatred, his kingdom needs him to be kind or it shall die so I am his hatred, his rage and aggression… so his hands do not get bloody.
“Thank you.” I look at him confused and turn to Circe to stroke her cheek as she slumbers.
“What for?” He smirks a sad smile, the moonlight shining through the windows. The jeep lights up the road, other jeeps are around protecting the middle one… protecting their king.
“Helping me.” I stare into the wilderness again, nothing just the flicking of eyes from the creatures of the wood,
“Do you believe in something, Zachary?” I don’t turn to him just stare into the woods; elves are following us, probably not to harm us just keeping business a float.
“You mean like a god? Or gods?”
“Aye.” I laugh and rest my hand on the thigh of the beloved,
