When the sky got dark we began to head to a clearing, suddenly landing made me fall forward, I slowly stood and brushed off my butt. “You okay?” I nodded and he went to human form reaching out to my face he gently touching me, his warm hands followed the curves of my face he kissed me and went over my lips with his warm hands. The dark night shallowed him only an outline of him stood the light of the moon hidden by the cover of the trees. I held his hand and he squeezed my hand “I love you so much,” Suddenly he pulled his hand back and collapsed landing with a thud no groans or wheezed breathe, just falling I fell to my knees turning him and pulling him out from the cover of the trees and into the light of the moon to look him over for injuries. His body was skinny and bony, every moment was filled with panic as I shook him and watched as he began to get bonier his lifeless body was limb as I shook it. He wasn’t wearing the necklace so his healing powers should be kicking in the feelings of something very wrong filed my gut as my heart dropped to my gut. I heard the sound of flapping wings rang through the still cool night, I looked around to see a glowing blue light slowly come through the trees closer and closer. I stood by him and drew the knife he strapped to his thigh holding the blade with shaking hands as I prayed for Fletch to wake up. As the owner of the blue light came from the cover of the trees I saw a staff a gem on the end of it lite up the night with a neon blue glow. The owner of the Staff had scars went down his mouth to his neck, his hair was black with stripes of silver was half shaved the other side barely touched his cheek. Ears came from his strange hair, he wore a black cloak that seemed to swallow him until a breeze came and I them saw the metallic shine of a sword, burst through his cloak for a moment. His wings were black with random silver feathers, I watched as the guy came closer I paused thinking about whether or not to get help from him he was like Fletch but most likely from a house of horrors the household of Black changlings. Silver changling household where Fletch was from was seen as to be pure and honest and was highly looked up to quit the opposite of the household of black changlings, the two households were always at disagreements. The black household of changlings was well known for killing and training to one day take over the all royal households. This man had the hair of black and silver but a black cloak and a weapon but everyone carries weapons in the mountains. I pulled Fletch into the cover of the trees and the man seemed to snap his neck at the sound of me moving, flooding to me I held my breath and fled tree to tree from Fletch's lifeless body, toward the man. He waved around the staff using its light to scan the woods for the owner of the sudden noise, which was me. He turned the tree I charged, holding the knife with strong hands. He spun the staff and hit the blade from my hand and pushed me into the tree pinned me with the staff. Nearly pressing his nose on my face he took a deep sniff then paused “I smell the young lord on you where is he? What have you done with the young lord? Tell me witch?!” I tried to push him off me and very much failed he grabbed me and threw me slowly walking toward me. I sat coughing having lost the air from my lungs I leaned over and tried to breathe, “I will give you a painful death if you do not tell me where the young lord is!” I grabbed a nearby stick and slowly stood using a tree to get my balance as I stood, only to be hit in the stomach with the staff. Hunching over groaning the man grabbed me by my hair my body followed, he took a deep sniff and I saw scars on his nose which healed strangely and closed up his nose. “Where is the young lord?” He couldn’t smell Fletch I stood my ground and he whacked me with the staff right in the face I groaned and he pulled me to him inched away from his face. “House of Black will not miss you whatever code of honor they hold is lies,” I froze and held up my hands and shook them “I am not with the house of Black I thought you were. Are you with house Silver?” He let me go and froze “I would never side with such horrors I will forever side with house Silver.” I grabbed him and ran toward where I had hidden Fletch, my body shook with pain as I ran, when I got to him I became a crumbled mess next to him. “He suddenly collapsed... Please help him,” Fletch looked far worse and tears began to go down my face, “Young lord?... How do you know the young lord?” He touched Fletch’s face, moving his hair from his face I stood to get out of his way and wiped away my tears. “Please save him,” I said backing up knowing this had to be some sick dream I hit my back to a tree and slowly sat down as the man stood and looked down. “His life force is drained he must have gone in battle with a witch and that puts you as the main suspect... I am going to need to take you in for further questioning.” I clawed at my head “I am human… He used Magic to summon someone when we were going to die.” The man turned to me “you are human?! I hit you oh god I will be killed…” I felt tears go down my face “he can’t be dead…” He looked to Fletch and stood “not yet a few more minutes… He may be able to hear you if you want to tell him something…” I rushed to Fletch’s side, “I am so sorry I left you I am so sorry I wasn’t strong enough to save you… I am sorry I didn’t meet you earlier… I am sorry I didn’t tell I love you so much more often… I love you too.” I laid my head on him and cried, “I don’t want to live without you!! You're all I have!! You saved me from everything Fletch please don’t do this.” I held his head to my chest and stroked his ears and hair as I cried after crying I mustered the strength to sing to him a song he had always sung to me. His body began to go cold and the beat of his heart began to fade and he was gone, I screamed and cried. Fletch’s body slowly faded to wolf form and the man went to wolf form and howled minutes later four others came in all with wings and faces filled with sorrow. I sat with Fletch stroking his fur I was pushed away from Fletch’s body by the men who had just gotten here. I ran to him as they began to carry him and begged for some of his fur they ended up getting them to let me take some, clutching it in my hand as they carried him into the air. I was taken into the mountains and ended up sleeping in the same home as the man I first meet the one I attacked. His name was Scale and I didn’t talk to him and I sat looking at my phone pictures of Fletch and I laughing together, pictures of his peaceful sleep and long hair. Then a picture of Fletch kissing me when I was asleep filled the screen, tears poured down my face and I hugged myself as I cried. I was being eaten alive by a black blanket so thick I couldn’t breathe. The heat of my sore eyes, the cold, salty tears, the pain of my nails digging into my own arms, and the cold air of night. A blanket was put on me I turned to see Scale, he rubbed my back and began to sign the song Fletch always sang. I didn’t understand most of the words but Fletch had told me it was a song of a wolf learning to love a human it was a well-known song but it was a different song when Fletch sang it. No one could ever replace his song, the way his voice carried the notes or the way he would rub my back. The next morning the death of Fletch was broken out to the household the king of the house looked like Fletch his hair was far longer and he had no scars and a clean face. Fletch had two brothers both younger and they took it rather hard, his mother looked torn at the death. I was asked to come having been there and knew what had been happening, “Why are you here human?” I stood strong and tried not to cry as I stood before the people “I was his boyfriend.” The father looked at me confused “I do not understand you speak so poorly get out of my sight.” Everyone looked to me and I turned “Don't leave,” I snapped my head to the sound of English looking to see Fletch’s little brother running toward me. “Please tell me about Fletch, in my Language I know little of yours,” I looked at him and looked to the king he waved his hand gesturing me to leave I turned back around and the boy ran and grabbed my sleeve. “Please tell me,” I turned back to him and smiled my face sore from crying my teeth sore from consent grinding. “Your brother and I met when he was attacked by the demon Brice of the red house. His healing was close to a humans and he needed help. I treated his wounds but he took a turn for the worse due to infection.” I pulled out my phone and began to show the little boy pictures “Your brother said he was going to stay by my side until I died in thanks for saving his life.” The picture of him kissing me came and I felt tears go down my face “he was so funny and tried so hard to learn English and I tried to learn Norse. He called me his small and worked so hard to protect me and love me, I just wish it could have lasted longer.” I rubbed my eyes and smiled the tears just poured and the boy smiled and nodded “Fletch my older brother and I worked so hard to help him learn English he loved the ways of humans the way they looked at love animals was unlike anything he could ever find here.” I pulled my phone to my chest and tried to stop crying “I just wish I could have brought him back… So he could tell how it was so different and watch as he told funny stories.” The other brother was around my age and came down from his throne and down the steps walking past me and out the doors his mother called for him “me sitting on a throne listening to some fool tell tall tales won’t gonna change the fact he’s gone.” I looked up and the mother was walking toward me she rest her hand on my shoulder “could I see what you were showing him?” I showed her the pictures and her face turned warm and lite “he always was so worked up with training to fight and making sure he was the strongest he began to get swallowed by it and forgot the reason he was training. I am glad he remembered.” She moved a strand of my hair smiling, “protecting the ones he loved.” She pulled me into a hug and I wrapped my arms around her the son joined and after a while she turned away. “We are to announce his death to the people normally a mate will do a more personal speech of what kind of person the royal was… I would like you to do it. I would also like you to be with us when we visit his spirit.” I put up my hands knowing the large scale of people listening not only that but Fletch’s image, if I messed up people would look down on him and this royal family. “I don’t really think that’s a great idea I am not really easy to understand and I know humans aren’t really looked up to. I wouldn’t want to dirty the name of the Silver household.” She smiled and patted my back “The reason the Silver household is so loved is because we have never withheld information from our people out people look to us for the truth and pure of heart.” She tapped my heart and smiled a woman wearing a fancy dress looked to the Queen of the household and bowed. “My lady it is time to start getting ready,” She nodded and tapped me and touched my face and walked toward that woman one by one the royals were pulled aside to start getting ready I sat thinking about how Fletch would have hated to get ready running around avoiding them as a child. “Sir Gale, it is time for you to start getting ready.” I looked to see a man bowing to me I held up my hands “there is no need to be formal with me. I am just a human, Gale is fine and may I know your name?” The man stood straight his hair short and silver hair framed his face “Vic,” Vic lead the way down the long hallways pictures painted of Fletch as a child and adult I then saw a picture of him with short hair. I paused “Vic I thought royals weren’t allowed to cut their hair?” Vic chuckled and rubbed his face “The Young Lord didn’t exactly choose the life as a royal and often fought with family, fleeing and training to be in the royal guard cutting his hair when he was younger despite his parent’s wishes. He was to be king and received many daily lessons because of it, he would then pass on the lesson his brothers combing them to be royals and when he turned 18 he fled the castle and joined the royal guard.” Vic sighed and looked to me “excuse me for asking but what were your relations to the Young Lord?” I tried to smile and not cry I looked to his picture thinking of him chasing bugs as a child and hiding from his parents and royal helpers. “Humans call it Boyfriend, not a mate and not a friend a space between those too where it is filled with love and beauty.” Vic turned and walked on I followed and watched the pictures of Fletch get younger and younger a painting of his mother and her big belly and a smile shallowing her face with his father stood no emotion just like he was there. I was led into a guest bedroom where a white suit with different shades of blue jewels went on the shoulders and down the chest like dots of snow. A crown sat on the bed it was Silver and looked like vines twirling around each other, “It is a custom that a mate wears the crown of the lost royal.” I picked up the crown and tears formed and slowly went down my face I thought of Fletch putting it on me with his gentle warm hands following the curves of my face as I closed my eyes and held his hand to my face. I clutched the crown to my chest as if it would make everything fade away and he would be here and this would be our wedding day. I sighed and gently set down the crown as if it would explode the moment I set it down. I looked back to my outfit and began to change, putting it on made my heart heavy the thought of him gone everyday living without him. No more of his sweet voice laughing as he called me short and watched me get mad at him or when I corrected him when he called me his small. The way he told me he would stay by my side until I died, the way he told me he would never leave me. I looked at myself in the mirror and fixed my hair looking to my sore eyes, picking up the crown from the bed I gently rested it on my head. I smiled and watched as more tears fell down my face, I clutched my heart and caught my breath. I walked out of the room Vic looked at me and led me to the other royals. “Come here child,” The Queen of the household said reaching out to me as I walked into the room her kids were all with her the smallest one was clinging to her I thought of my mother and Fletch meeting somewhere and just talking about all the funny things I do flooded my mind. I clung to her as she rubbed my back, her dress was white and long the sleeves of lace hung like wings her jewels on the dress grew up from the bottom. After a minute of being hugged, we walked out of the castle the street was filled with people. We walked to a stand and a flower stood and she went to it and cleared her throat.
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