Ares like any other respectable elf royal had his own special set of skills that had known they existed from a very young age. He had trained hard and given his all when he was a child, with many instructors and teachers above his little head scolding him and shouting at him to learn, to focus to be strong because he, one day would be sitting on the Disee throne.


    The years passed and indeed such a promising young man had a lot to offer. Not only with his intellect and outer appearance but with the strength of his magic powers too. Skillful in the arts of the sword and close combat Ares didn''t seem to fall short to his older brother in many of that. Actually saving him while he fought with these hunters he too was a very powerful force.


    But he, like everyone else had his shortcomings. Even if he had trained to the point of exhaustion, even if he knew all about magic control and self-restrained he was utterly unable to control his magical powers. Great in power, deadly but at the same time uncontrollable Ares avoided using them at all costs since many of the times he did not just hurt the enemies but everyone else around him. So Ares lacked what his brother had plenty of, magic control. He was always jealous. Seeing his shadows be almost like an extension of his own body, Theseus and Allias of course were the perfect examples of discipline when it came to wielding elf magic, while Ares was just unable to even manipulate his powers right.


    Theseus was aware of that fact. He also knew that he would get even more hurt if he did something like that. If Ares just let his powers lose. It seemed to be their last resort though, since the nature of his powers would cancel out the magic of the torturous Disee bracelet. So when his brother screamed at him to do it, he tried to ignore how anxious he felt, how scared he was not to hurt his wounded brother even more and he just tensed his muscles and closed his fiery eyes shut, leaving the world outside.


    What happened next in that small and shabby room resembled the scene of an action movie. No one could have imagined how things would go. The magic Joe''s cuff possessed took the form of a lighting storm while the same time pulling their center of gravity down. If someone stared at the room unaware all he could see and partly understand would be the fact that lighting somehow was hitting the two young elves. The Disee''s prince power was incredibly similar in sight the way it just burst out of his body, pitch black lightings danced in the air together with the bright white ones, trying to cancel them out. The sounds of the magic colliding, light and darkness echoed in everyone''s ears, making the guards to start shooting in the room. Many bullets melting by the undeniable force while others scrapping the young elves. It was a battlefield. One that no blood was spilled by a man''s hand, one that inner strength would prevail.


    Theseus screamed, feeling as if someone was piercing his body with pointy rods and Ares bit his lip, trying not to stop himself. Soon when the power of the bracelet began to wear off Ares, mostly unscathed since everyone seemed to just despise his brother stood up. He needed to be fast. He stared forward framed by the collisions of magic and he grinned. He didn''t want to do this but it didn''t mean he wasn''t enjoying the look of astonishment in their faces. They did wrong by underestimating him. He too was a prince after all.


    "You sweetie, will be coming with me. Royal orders" he told Joe and the men, afraid for their leader they began shooting again. It was pointless though. They couldn''t step into the room where the magic would instantly kill them and all Ares had to do know was teleport, turn into a black fog to avoid everything.


    He was standing right in front of Joe, staring at him as the color on his face slowly began to fade. He extended his arm and teleported grabbing him by the wrist before both of them disappeared back inside. Joe was hit too by Ares'' magic and with being a human, obviously scared and fickle he fainted instantly. The man attempted th jump in but the first one who stepped foot in faced the same fate. The prince touched his brothers back, while holding Joe with his other hand and smiled at them.


    "My name is Ares. Remember it next time you forget I exist" he said and the three of them simply disappeared.


    Ares landed on the empty road, dark from the midnight sky and let out a sigh. His brother was on the ground. Poisoned, shot and filled with broken bones and bruises that didn''t seem to heal because of the spider lily. He turned him around to realize that he was still conscious. His pretty eyes focusing on the clear sky, faintly smiling as he felt the breeze hit his ripped skin.


    "Is it over?" he whispered, unable to speak louder. "Where is Joe."


    "Yes, my beloved brother I am perfectly fine." Ares joked and sat down right next to his brother. He needed to breathe, even just for a second. He hadn''t used his powers in a while and he too had gotten hurt because of Joe. A breather was needed and excused. He stared at the unconscious human and with a look of disgust he took the cuff off his wrist. It would take a while for him to wake up again, the magical impact was too big after all. "What do we do know?" He mumbled.


    Ares wore a flannel t-shirt. He took it off, feeling chilly at first and with his strong arms he ripped it into big strands of fabric. With one of them he tied Joe''s arms behind his back as tightly as he could, holing that they would not have any attempts of escape he wouldn''t notice. With another one he wrapped carefully Theseus'' bullet wound hoping to at least stall the bleeding, reduce the amount of blood. Do something to prevent his brother from dying.


    "You look sad." Theseus noticed and his brother scoffed.


    "Well, I am sorry the idea of my brother dying, my only actual family does not bring me joy."


    "So you care?"


    "I thought we had talked through that fifty years ago."


    "Well, Allias could have forced you to say those things."


    "Man, really shut up. We need to find the others and I need to carry you and this…" he said pointing at Joe with his shoe. "…it will be horrible." He continued and stood up, thinking how he had to arrange holding them so he could carry them both without hurting his brother more.


    When he concluded he finally raised his brother first and passed him over his shoulder. It was ridiculous. An almost two meters'' tall elf, beaten up and exhausted carried like an overstuffed sack of potatoes by his brother.


    "You could carry me like a princess." Theseus said.


    "You could not get hurt but you still did." He replied and walked slowly towards Joe. He grabbed him from the part he had tied his arms, the knot he had carefully created and began dragging him away. Ares at the moment looked like a kidnapper. "Let''s try and find the others now." He sighed and stared around, the road completely empty, the lights of the city blinding if you stared for too long. "Where are all the humans?" he mumbled.


    "Don''t hurt the kid." Theseus scolded him and his brother rolled his eyes, even in the brim of death he still got time for making observations.


    "You know you are dying right?" he asked him.


    "I do believe me."


    "Then shut up. You are losing too much blood; I can feel it on my T-shirt. Disgusting." Ares said trying to mask his worry with snotty remarks. He had no time for worrying right now. All he had to do was find the others and find a safe place. They had teleported far away from the hotel but he shouldn''t do it again, in case of magic radars. It wouldn''t be good for Theseus too anyways.


    "I am starting to feel sleepy. Shit" Theseus mumbled and Ares'' heart began racing. He looked around frantically and tried to pick up his pace as well as he could. Where were they? He wondered filled with panic. What was he supposed to do now? Ares asked himself and stole a glance of his brother''s face. His eyes had lost focus and his eyelids were opening and closing slowly. He was struggling to stay awake.


    "It''s your fault you know. Don''t kill any humans. Don''t use your powers. Do you want to change your kind and become an angel? Huh? Tell me!" Ares shouted, filled with anger.


    "Allias'' dream…I…" Theseus mumbled, trying to explain but talking had become too difficult.


    "I know you love him." Ares said, tears threatening to leave his eyes. His vision blurry. "So don''t you fucking dare fall asleep."