It was a normal mission for Theseus. He stood out with his commander, ready for yet another battle they were [fairly] confident in winning. But that was the last thing he remembered, just standing there. He woke up in an unknown place, barely remembering anything of how he got there. All he knew was he was bandages and in an oddly comfortable bed, that was not his own. There were voices, unfamiliar ones, outside the door. Where was he? -- first few chapters are officially up on ao3!! i don't support the irl creators nor do i condone their actions i just like writing stories ! LOVE YOU <3

Having been killed several times a day, different methods each, was tiring. His vocal chord broke during one, making him unable to speak. That disability makes it harder for him to show emotions. Even then, people still try and help Tommy, can he slowly recover? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ CREDITS TO BLUBLU_BY ON INSTAGRAM AND YOUTUBE FOR THE AU AND THE PICTURE. THEY ARE A GREAT ARTIST SO PLEASE SUPPORT THEM { AUS } -SBI AU -Eburnean Tommy!AU (Credits to Blublu_by again! ^^) !!TW!! -Major Gore -Mentions of blood -Self Harm -Abuse / mention of abuse -Drugs/Mentions of drugging - Several ways to die -Death.

Cover image by on Twitter-@spoopdeewoop Theseus was suddenly and abruptly crowned prince of the Antarctic empire and with all the assassination and betrayals who can he place his trust in? Can he trust his brothers or his neglectful father or the new cryptic guard?