165 All Of You
âCome on, Skye; itâs a simple question. What do you think I would do to the people who took you? Or hurt you?â
Tidasâ voice had a coldness to it. Like heâd taken any and all love he felt and locked it away. The Tidas that looked at her now was the one that was let loose on the battlefield to slaughter. It wasnât fear she felt towards him; more like a deep sadness.
For Tidas to have to shut down his emotions to such an extent made Skyeâs heart want to bleed. She cupped his cheek on instinct, surprising Tidas back to his senses momentarily. As his eyes filled with life again, Skye spoke in a soft tone; âProbably the same thing Iâd do, just with a more experienced hand.â
The empty feeling left Tidas to be replaced with enveloping warmth. Skye had instantly banished the darkness from his mind, clearing his senses. He pulled away from her hand and sat back in his chair with an unnerved expression. Filled with concern; Skye scooted to the very edge of her bed and waited for her husband to speak.
Tidas wasnât sure of what was happening. One moment he was talking with Skye, the next he felt like he was ready to kill. It was similar to how he felt when he took to the battlefield, but more primal and forced to it. He ran his fingers through his hair as he exhaled in frustration.
âIâm sorry, Skye. I..I donât know what happened.. Heh, maybe I do need a break,â Tidas stated as he rubbed his forehead out of exasperation.
With apprehension in her tone, Skye asked; âWhat were you thinkinâ about? What did you feel?â
Tidas motioned his arms upwards in frustration; âWhat we were talking about; someone taking or hurting you.. What the hell is wrong with me lately?â
Skye scooted off of her bed and sat down on her husbandâs lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissed his forehead, and sat in silence for a few minutes. Their steady breathing and the echoing voices from the hall were all they could hear as the princess monitored her husband.
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The voices overlapped and faded as Skye tilted her husbandâs head up. She gazed into his eyes, hoping heâd see her affections reflected. But his eyes were unfocused and distant; not registering what was in front of him.
Skye could sense a kind of struggle within her husband. Familiar warning bells went off in her mind, but she ignored them. She knew Tidas would never hurt her, and refused to balk when her husband needed her. She kissed his forehead again, then locked eyes with him to show him she was there.
Tidas felt the love his wife was reaching out with, but couldnât respond how he wanted. His senses blurred as his emotions bounced back and forth between lucidity and bloodlust. It was like someone was literally flipping a switch on and off inside his head.
Skye saw her husband struggling as his breathing started to pick up in pace. He was pushing back at a dark, empty void that prodded at the corruption that was a part of him. It was the damage Tidasâ soul had sustained by taking life, and the part of him that made him enjoy the battlefield.
Not sure of what she was doing, Skye placed her hands on either side of Tidasâ face. While still maintaining eye contact, she began to funnel some of her Shaman magic into him while saying; âOut your head, love.. Your place is here, with me..â
Her husband tensed up under her, but Skye pushed her power in deeper; attempting to suss out where the trigger for his irrationality was. As her connection grew, a strange, chaotic magic started to push back. Finding the source, she assisted her husbandâs efforts to force it away. When it began to shrink back after a few precarious moments, they herded it down and out of Tidasâ body.
Once she didnât feel itâs presence anymore, Skye released her magicâs hold. She left what was still in Tidas to heal and energize him. As exhaustion began to affect her equilibrium, Tidas wrapped his arms around Skyeâs waist to steady her. She smiled weakly at him as he evened out his breathing, and cleared his throat to speak.
âWhat was that? What did you do?â
Skyeâs voice was weak, but with a feisty edge to it as she smiled and spoke; âI donât know.. Whatever it was: it was only a smidgen of power, and it took the last of me strength to help kick it out of you. All I know is that itâs gone, and better bloody well stay that way! Least until I get some food in me. Speakinâ of..â
Skye eyed her dress at the end of the bed, then turned back to her husband and spoke with a cheeky grin; âWould ye be so kind as to help a lady into her dress?â
Tidas beamed at his wife; âIâd Much rather we stop at the naked part, but I know how tired and hungry you are.â
âStarving, actually.. So dessert will have to come later,â Skyeâs voice had a roughness to it as she spoke from it becoming dry.
The prince squeezed her in a careful bear hug as he chuckled. Skye was an incredible mage, even with the handicap of barely having a clue as to what she was doing. The technique sheâd just preformed was only done by top tier Shamans, like Dr. Gohan. It was referred to as a Purge or a Cleanse, and only the highest skilled, medically trained Shamans could pull it off. But here Skye was; winging it perfectly on pure instinct.
âYou know, wife.. Keep saving me and Iâll have to pass my Pillar title on to you.â
Skye scoffed, then showed her husband a blooming smile as she replied; âNo thank you. Iâve heard ye complaininâ about Zasâ handwriting. And Shastaâs complete inability to do any paperwork.. So again; no thank you.â
Tidas chuckled lightly at his wifeâs validity as he stood up with her in his arms. His nerves were on edge; praying Skye wouldnât ask about his darkness. He knew sheâd felt it, but begged the gods to convince her it was part of whatever theyâd just chased from his body.
In truth; Tidas secretly loved to fight almost as much as Shasta. Whenever he was in the thralls of battle was when he felt truly free. The feel of his blood pumping, his senses in overdrive, the clash of metal and flesh; he reveled in it. Except when he was with Skye, it was where he felt most alive.
Tidas hated his true nature, and kept it hidden as much as possible. Even when training others, he had to keep an iron-clad grip on himself; especially if a recruit had potential. If his self-control wasnât as fortified as it was, Tidas would most likely act like a human male version of Shasta.
Skye could sense his internal struggle, and guessed at what it was about; âWhy was that thing poking at yer darkness?â
Tidas froze. He didnât want to discuss it, but Skye wasnât the type to let something like this go. After a deep breath, he asked his wife; âSo you saw it?â
Skye quirked an eyebrow at her husband; âDoes that bother you?â
The moment his face expressed shame, Skye began to reassure Tidas; âItâs not like I didnât know it was there, husband. Yer a war hero; of course yer soul is a wee bit tainted. Taking a life always leaves a mark, but that doesnât make ye a bad person. If anything, yer situation tells me yer a good one..â
Tidas blinked at his wife in confusion while his face remained placid; âThat makes no sense to me..â
âItâs quite simple: do you like to take life, or fight?â
âThe fighting, but the killing goes hand-in-hand with it, usually.â
âDo you kill or fight randomly; unprovoked? Or do ye kill to protect?â
Becoming impatient, Tidasâ tone was slightly stern as he said; âWhere are you going with this Skye?â
Skye tightened her grip around her husbandâs neck as she explained; âYe donât kill for fun, ye donât start fights, ye save people when ye do kill, and the lives you take are generally done so during war. So husband; how are ye a bad person? And by the way: saying yer a bad person means calling anyone else whoseâs ever fought in a war a bad person too.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Tidas had listened to his wife intently, and understood where she was coming from. However, he still felt guilt over the lives heâd taken. The prince honestly believed that life was a gift, and no one else had the right to take it from another. Whether that be quality of life, or the actual act of living; only the owner had the right to do with their life as they wished. Even if they wanted to put their own life at risk.
Any person that ever joined a branch of the military voluntarily knew that the choice was theirs, but many kingdoms indoctrinated. Mages in particular had hardly any say in the direction of their life. It wasnât their fault that they had to kill to survive. Tidas, on the other hand, had chosen to join.
King Magnus had given his son the option of Mage or Diplomat when his powers first appeared. He wanted vengeance for his aunt and his unborn cousin. He wanted to kill his uncle for dividing their kingdom and nearly causing a civil war. If Magnus wasnât such a good king, he wouldâve had to have his throne taken and handed off to the next in line...
It was a law made by Tiberius when he was king. It was called the Civility Law, and was created to protect the people of Alcon from tyrants. The indoctrination laws greatly conflicted with it, but Marco explained that because mages were so few in number, that the security of the kingdom outweighed the needs of the few.
Tidas had been trying for years to get the age requirement raised to eighteen. He pitched the idea in coordination with his public schools idea. All schools would have specific programs for young mages. To train them for when they would become indoctrinated at eighteen. That way, the children of Alcon could still have an actual childhood. Marco shot down the idea based on cost, but Tidas was still trying to come up with a way to at least build the schools himself.
Skye watched her husband a few minutes before she said; âYer the farthest thing for a bad person Iâve ever seen, Tidas. Ye have literally saved thousands of people from terrible fates by being exactly who ye are. Donât let some evil entity convince ye otherwise..â
âAnd donât forget,â Skye leaned in slightly to make her point clear; âIâve killed people too. So if yer damned, I guess I am too.. I love you, Tidas; All Of You.. Even the bits you hate.â