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Mydei huffed as he clawed through another one of the enemy thugs, their blood covering the ground beneath him. Their shouts rang through the air as they desperately scrambled to protect their fortress, and Mydei huffed. They had been arrogant, thinking they could encroach this far into Castrum Kremnos’s territory, and now, they would all pay with their blood.
“Mydeimos!” He turned his head at Leonnius’s shout, seeing his friend up on the second floor of the fortress. “Up there!” He followed Leonnius’s point, seeing what was clearly the leader of the thugs, and he smirked, pounding his fists together before heading up, taking down another one of the thugs that attempted to stop him.
He swung up to the platform where the warlord was, seeing the man’s eyes widen in fear, and Mydei lunged forward, batting away one of the guards that tried to stop him. The warlord screeched something in his native language, pale and sweaty, but Mydei got to him before he could do anything.
He grabbed the man by the front of his shirt, dragging him close. “You shouldn’t have intruded on Castrum Kremnos’s territory,” he growled before wrapping his hand around the man’s neck and snapping it. The man slumped bonelessly at his feet.
It was barely a fight after that. Even if the warlord had been stupid and arrogant, he had been the leader of the group and with him dead, commands and battle positions quickly fell apart, and it didn’t take long before the Kremnoans had killed all of them, painting the ground red.
Mydei paused as the sound faded, reaching down and cupping some of the warlord’s blood in his hands. He would not drink it, that was for worthy opponents, but he offered it to the sky.
Nikador, we thank you for your Strife and Strength. Take this blood and nurture thousands of battlefields to come.
He poured it out of his hands and off the side of the fort, seeing it splash to the ground in a mess of red, and the cheering commenced quickly. Mydei allowed himself to celebrate a little as well. While it hadn’t taken long in the end to destroy the fort, the planning and finding out where the warlord had been staging from had taken months and now, all that hard work paid off.
He was glad.
“Mydeimos!” Ptolemy called to him after a while, as the Kremnoans had started to comb over the fortress, piling the bodies, taking their own for proper burials, and looking for any more survivors, and Mydei turned back to look at him. “Will you check the main hallway? We think the warlord’s room is at the end. Just make sure nothing’s important in there?”
Technically, Mydei should be giving the orders of who goes where, but he had long since understood that Ptolemy’s brain just worked better at coordinating clean up and had turned over the reigns to the other man when it came up.
Giving a mock salute, he turned on his heel and quickly found the hallway Ptolemy was talking about.
He rolled his eyes as he went deeper into the fortress, easily finding the door to the leader’s room. It was much nicer, a whole shiny handle and everything, and he reached for it, snapping it off in an instant. He doubted there would be anything important inside, but Ptolemy had asked him to check, so he would.
Shoving the door open, the light from the hallway spilled into the dark room, illuminating the first part of what was clearly both an office and a bedroom. He could see the bed shoved against the far wall, a desk in the other corner, and he reached for the matches easily placed on the entrance table, lighting one quickly.
Muffled sounds drifted through the room.
Mydei paused. “Who’s there?” He growled, placing the lit match in the bowl left for it, seeing the flames quickly travel up to the chandelier. It didn’t matter if someone was hiding in the room, he would find them easily.
His eyes raked the back of the room, looking for the person. There weren’t that many places to hide in the room, though there was a cabinet in the back so maybe-
The chandelier fully lit up, bathing the room in golden light, and he froze.
There, on the bed, there was a person.
The light lit up their hair first, a shockingly bright shade of silver, and their body cringed away from it. Or, as much as they could, seeing as their wrists were clearly chained to the headboard.
Oh, Mydei should have killed that warlord slower. And much more painfully.
As his eyes adjusted more to the light, he realized with a swoop of his stomach that the person was naked, laying in the mess of sheets with no covering. There was a painful looking gag in their mouth, something Mydei could see even as they tried to curl away from him, and he cursed lowly to himself. He probably hadn’t made a good first impression, kicking in the door like he did.
“It’s alright,” he said, trying to gentle his voice ever so slightly. He was not good at this, Perdikkas or Leonnius were much better, but… “All the thugs are dead.”
He advanced into the room, heading for the captive, and froze again when the captive gasped pitifully behind their gag, thrashing weakly in their bonds and attempting to scramble away from him, even with the chains keeping their wrists to the headboard.
“I said-,” he started and then his eyes landed on the captive’s face, which had turned for a second to stare at him. Blue eyes, a round face. Paler skin. Not Kremnoan in the slightest. He had been subconsciously expecting that, no Kremnoan would allow themselves to get captured and used like this, but at the same time… “You can’t understand a thing I’m saying, can you?”
The captive continued to weakly squirm, muffled words coming from behind the gag, no doubt some form of pleads, and Mydei huffed, dropping the hand that he had been reaching out to his side.
Now that he was closer, he could see the bruises decorating the captive’s skin, all in different stages of healing, as well as dried golden blood.
He should have torn apart that warlord piece by tiny piece, letting him be eaten by the carrion birds while he was still alive.
Another Chrysos Heir? Part of him wondered, but he firmly took that part of himself and shoved them into a box. He could ask about that once the person was free and healthy again.
“It’s-,” he tried again but footsteps sounded behind him and he moved, placing himself between the captive and the door. It was enough that he had already seen them in such a vulnerable position. Not many others needed to.
“Mydeimos,” Ptolemy started but Mydei shook his head sharply.
“Quiet.” He cut him off. “Go find Perdikkas as well as any keys you can, probably on the warlord’s body. And stop anyone from coming down this hallway.” Ptolemy blinked at him in complete confusion for a moment before his eyes drifted to behind Mydei. While he couldn’t see much, Mydei was very much in the way, whatever he saw was enough for his face to pale slightly.
“Right,” he answered faintly, turning on his heel quickly. “I’ll go do that.” Mydei sighed as he disappeared, turning back to the captive, and the silver-haired person whimpered, hands twisting useless in their confines as they tried again to scramble away from him.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he told the person- the man, taking another step towards him. “I just want to help.”
Strife the Kremnoans might follow, but this was not Strife that they could be proud of. Strife came from besting worthy opponents on the battlefield, from tearing victory from well fought hands. Not from this… torture and oppression of those weaker than them.
The man whined, tears coming to the corners of his eyes, and Mydei paused in his steps again. How was he supposed to convince someone who couldn’t understand him he didn’t mean any harm? Maybe…
Taking a quick detour over to the side table by the door, he pulled off his gauntlets, letting them rest on the lacquered wood, before turning back to the captive. The silver-haired man had watched him like a hawk and when Mydei headed back to him, he started thrashing again, more gagged begging escaping his mouth.
Well, that clearly hadn’t worked.
With another huff, he continued towards the captive, trying to ignore his desperate squirming as he reached for the gag on the man’s mouth, holding his head tightly as he did so. The man whimpered pitifully, staring up at him with blatant fear in his eyes, and Mydei tried not to focus on the way it made his stomach sick. He enjoyed it when people looked at him in fear, in begrudging respect, in admiration, but all of that came from his merits, from what he could do. This… felt different.
Feeling a buckle on the back of the gag, he quickly undid it, pulling the gag away from the man’s mouth. The captive coughed, gnashing his teeth together a couple of times like he couldn’t believe Mydei would do that. Mydei tossed the gag to the floor and reached to his own throat, unclasping his cape. He clearly couldn’t convince the man with words, so actions it would have to be.
The man started pleading again, shaking his head quickly as Mydei leaned back over him, but Mydei simply rested his cape over his body, hiding it from view. That was seemingly enough to surprise the man enough that he stopped attempting to plead with him, and Mydei backed up after that, keeping a good five feet between them. The captive panted, eyes flicking between the cape on his body and Mydei standing a little ways away.
Mydei hoped this would mean that he would stop freaking out as much.
“Mydeimos.” He turned his head at Ptolemy’s voice, not seeing him at the doorway. “There was a set of keys on the warlord’s belt. They might be…”
“Yes, they might,” Mydei responded, seeing the man’s eyes flick between him and the door, clearly guessing where the other voice was coming from. “I’m coming to get them.” He turned away, trying to ignore the way the man flinched badly, and reentered the hallway, seeing Ptolemy standing a few feet away from the doorway.
“If I can ask…?” Ptolemy started leadingly and Mydei sighed, rubbing his forehead with his hand. He could see the way Ptolemy blinked slightly in surprise at his un-gauntleted hands.
“He doesn’t understand me,” he explained succinctly. “I don’t understand him. And he clearly thinks the worst of me right now.”
“Can you blame him?” Ptolemy questioned, clearly rhetorically, and Mydei shook his head, dropping his arm to his side.
“No. I can’t.” He presented his hand, and Ptolemy dropped a pair of keys into his palm. “Is Perdikkas on his way?” Ptolemy nodded to him, and he blew out a breath of relief. “Okay, let him in, but no one else. We don’t need more variables in this.”
He turned on his heel before he saw Ptolemy’s response, heading back into the room. The silver-haired man flinched again and Mydei sighed. Well, actions seemed to be working slowly.
He headed back to the bed, seeing the man still faintly squirm, pulling on the chains that attached his wrists to the headboard, but Mydei forced himself to ignore that, instead taking the chain in his hand. He rotated the manacle until he found the keyhole, keenly aware of the way the man had gone stiff beneath him, short breaths being forced out his nose, and he slid one of the keys into the hole. When it did nothing, he tried the second one, and he heard a satisfying click. Quickly unlocking the second one, he let both of the man’s wrists fall back to him.
Of course, a second later, he felt those hands shove him hard in the chest at the same time there was a burst of noise from the captive, sending him stumbling backwards from more the shock of it than anything strength related. He hadn’t been expecting that, but the joke was on him, he supposed.
Mydei looked back at the captive, seeing him scramble off the bed on the other side, shoving himself into the far corner, one hand holding Mydei’s cape to him.
Mydei really wasn’t too surprised.
Circling around the bed, he paused when he was about ten feet from the man, slowly lowering to a crouch to be more the man’s height. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he said again, raising his dominant hand in a mock surrender. The captive just panted, eyes madly flicking around the room before settling back on him, another whine escaping his throat. He seemed to realize that because of where Mydei had placed himself, he wouldn’t be able to escape the room without going within grabbing distance of the prince.
Mydei didn’t want him to feel trapped, that was the last thing he wanted, but he also could understand that the man was scared out of his mind and didn’t understand a thing he was saying. Letting him wander free, especially in his injured and stripped state, was not a good idea.
“Mydeimos.” He looked back, seeing Perdikkas appear in the doorway, eyes moving from Mydei to the corner he was facing. Because of the lighting, it clearly took him a second to truly see the man there. “Ptolemy said you needed me. Though, I can guess now that it’s not you who needed me.”
Mydei rose to his feet, wincing again at the way the captive flinched, slamming his back against the corner he was pressed into. “Sex slave,” he explained, hating the words even as they came out of his mouth. Slavery was something that Castrum Kremnos no longer tolerated, it was bad enough that the Mountain Dwellers had been enslaved for as long as they had, and he hated the reminders that people still committed that practice outside of the Golden City.
“Ah,” Perdikkas responded, already moving into the room. Mydei let him pass, watching as the captive’s eyes switched quickly between each of them, and Perdikkas settled down a couple of feet from him.
“He doesn’t understand us.” Mydei thought it prudent to inform him and Perdikkas nodded slowly.
“Good to know,” he murmured before switching his attention fully to the man still pressed into the corner. “Hello. I’ve come to help you.”
Mydei took that moment to escape the room, feeling like a weight left his shoulders just stepping out of the doorway. The way the captive looked at him… If it was anyone else, Mydei might have been flattered, but this…
Ptolemy was still standing out there, now joined by Hephaestion. The two looked to him and Mydei scrubbed a hand down his face. Thankfully, Hephaestion spoke first.
“Ptolemy explained it to me.” The man crossed his arms, looking between Mydei and the door. “We should have killed that warlord slower.”
“Yes, we should have,” Mydei agreed, still able to hear Perdikkas’s quiet words as he attempted to treat the captive. Perdikkas was a healer, he would be much better at soothing the man even if he couldn’t understand him.
“What are you going to do with him?” Ptolemy asked and Mydei looked up at the ceiling for a second. That… was a good question.
“He’ll come back to Castrum Kremnos with us,” he decided on after a second. “From there, once he’s gotten Perdikkas’s clean bill of health, we can figure it out from there.” If the man was a slave, he probably wouldn’t have anywhere to go, nowhere that he could remember anyways. They could easily get him set up somewhere in Castrum Kremnos, once he learned the language, and…
And nothing. Mydei was clearly too tired for this.
“I’m going to go coordinate the final burning of this place,” he told the two of them, trying to shake all the thoughts of the man from his mind. “Stay here. I don’t think he will, but he can’t leave here, not yet. He’s not in any state.” Ptolemy and Hephaestion both nodded to him, and he moved down the hallway, trying to pull himself back together.
Focus, Mydeimos. It’s just one person.
Heading back out in the courtyard, he spotted Peucesta directing a group of soldiers and headed over. His friends turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow at whatever he could see on his face, and sent the group of soldiers away. All of them were clearly carrying things from the fortress, treasures perhaps. It made sense that they would want to get everything useful from this place before they burned it.
“What’s happening?” Peucesta asked him bluntly and Mydei sighed, shoulders dropping. Peucesta fixed his gaze on Mydei’s bare hands before looking back up at Mydei’s face, and Mydei shrugged slightly.
“The warlord had a slave,” he explained, feeling a part of him wither slightly every time he had to speak it aloud. “Who’s not Kremnoan nor is he…” Mydei trailed off, gesturing to the fort as a whole, and Peucesta nodded. “Perdikkas is with him now, he was injured, but it’s going to be a struggle.”
“You will overcome it,” Peucesta told him before pointing over Mydei’s head. “Leonnius was looking for you.” Mydei nodded in return, well used to Peucesta’s bluntness, and turned, trying to ignore the way his chest had warmed a little at Peucesta’s confidence in him. He hoped he could do something for the slave, something that wasn’t just terrify him.
Why was he so much on Mydei’s mind? He was one man who Mydei had just barely met.
And yet, his eyes refused to leave the back of Mydei’s head.
“We’re nearly ready to head out,” Leonnius informed as Mydei joined him on the top of the fortress, able to see Kremnoans spreading across the fortress, dousing the place in oil. “If whatever you found is ready…?”
“It’s a person.” Mydei was glad this was the last time he had to explain it, except to his mother and Krateros. And that would be in at least two days, so he would have time to readjust. “He’s coming with us, but he doesn’t understand anything we’re saying, and he’s injured.”
“Huh,” Leonnius responded and Mydei gave him a look. “Nothing.” That was clearly a lie, but Mydei found no point to pressing him. “Well, we’re starting to leave if you want to grab him.”
“I should do that,” he agreed. “Hopefully…” Hopefully he doesn’t react too badly. With a final nod to Leonnius he climbed back down, heading for the hallway again. Ptolemy and Hephaestion were still standing out by the open door.
“There hasn’t been that much noise,” Hephaestion said before Mydei could even asked. “He hasn’t made a break for it, and I think he’s allowing Perdikkas to treat him. Neither of us have ducked in there, so there could be something else.”
“We’re leaving,” Mydei responded, steeling himself to enter the room again. The man’s blue eyes flashed in his head, fearful and wide. “Go prepare to head out. I’ll get Perdikkas and… him.” Both Hephaestion and Ptolemy left at that, Hephaestion pressing a hand to Mydei’s shoulder as he passed, something Mydei hadn’t even known he needed, and then Mydei was alone, left standing to the side of the open door.
For some reason, he couldn’t get his feet to move. It’s fine, he told himself, curling his hands into fists. He’s only scared of you because he doesn’t know what’s going on. You’re helping him, even if he doesn’t know it.
The man… Mydei didn’t like calling him the captive or slave in his head. He was neither of those things anymore and if Mydei had his way, he never would be again. In the back of his head, he remembered his mother’s stories, of mythical heroes and divinity given form in people and animals. One of his favorites…
“The Deliverer. A man from the stars themselves, hair the color of the stardust and armor strong enough to break stone upon contact. He’ll come down in the times of crisis, to lead people to the next great battle.”
Mydei sighed. Just…
“Perdikkas,” he said as he entered, and both men looked up at him. The Deliverer immediately pressed back into the corner that it seemed Perdikkas had managed to coax him out of, eyes going wide as he spotted Mydei. The prince could see several bandages wrapped around his limbs, hiding the more painful bruises and gashes from view. “We’re leaving.”
The healer grimaced, looking back at the Deliverer for a second. “I don’t know how he’s going to react to that.”
Mydei took a deep breath in, before shrugged sharply, reaching behind him to pick up his gauntlets and put them back on. “He’ll have to adjust. We’re burning this place and unless he wants to die from the flames…”
“Just… be gentle with him.” Perdikkas gathered up his few supplies, placing them back in his bag, and the Deliverer looked between them, confused and scared, as Mydei headed over. He regarded the man for a second. It would probably be best…
He moved, stepping closer to the Deliverer and the man cringed back, words already spewing from his mouth. He tried to escape Mydei’s hands reaching for him, attempting to stagger to his feet but Mydei was faster, snatching up the man and settling him into a bridal carry in his arms, Mydei’s cloak wrapped firmly around the man and hiding anything from prying eyes. The Deliverer half-screamed, kicking roughly before instantly falling still when Mydei’s eyes settled on him and Mydei could see Perdikkas wince slightly. “Perhaps not the best method?”
“It’s okay,” Mydei told the man again, wishing that the Deliverer could understand him and understand that they weren’t going to hurt him. “We’re just leaving.” The man panted, still squirming minutely, but Mydei’s had a strong grip on him. He started back towards the door and the Deliverer whimpered in his arms. Mydei tried to ignore it.
Behind him, he heard Perdikkas following, muttering something under his breath. Mydei tried to ignore that too.
Emerging back out into the fort, he could already smell the start of the smoke rising from the top of the towers, quickly starting to eat their way down. The Deliverer gasped, cringing away from the dying sunlight and Mydei hastened through the fort, leading both him and Perdikkas to the entrance. The others were waiting there and when Leonnius, Hephaestion, and Peucesta saw the Deliverer, they all winced.
Mydei could feel the Deliverer shaking his grip, hands wrapped around the edge of Mydei’s cloak in a death grip, and he tried not to focus on the man.
“The troops?” He directed the question at Leonnius, and the man tore his gaze away from the Deliverer.
“I already sent them back. We were waiting for you and Perdikkas.” Mydei nodded to him, turning back one more time to look at the fort, most of it now covered in the crackling fire. They no doubt had a platoon at the rear, near the river, to make sure the fire wouldn’t spread. They would follow them back to the camp once the fortress was no more.
In his arms, he could feel the Deliverer’s head raise up, staring at the fort. When he looked down, the man’s eyes were wide, something unreadable in them.
Mydei wondered how long he had been imprisoned in it. Perhaps it was nice for him to see it burned. He would have shown him the warlord’s body, but he didn’t know if that would really help.
“Back to camp then,” Mydei decided after giving the Deliverer a second more to stare at the inferno, turning on his heel and moving towards the trees. The Deliverer yelped softly in surprise before biting down on his lip hard enough that Mydei could see more blood well up and he winced internally again.
They would really need to figure out what to do with… this.
“He’s not Kremnoan.” Hephaestion was the one to break the silence after a couple minutes of walking, his friends having taken their customary positions around him as they walked. The man, on Mydei’s right, peered over at the Deliverer, thankfully out of view of the man.
Mydei sighed. “He’s not,” he agreed, feeling the man go stiff again as he started talking. Not that he had ever relaxed.
“Any ideas where he’s from?” Leonnius asked and Mydei shook his head.
“If he even has a place to be from,” Ptolemy muttered. “You know slave trade is rampant in the east. He could have been born in it.”
“Then what is he doing this far west?” Leonnius countered. “To get here from the east, they would have had to cross both the Inland Sea and get through the Free Cities, unless they wanted to cross the mountains. Not a worthwhile trip for a single slave.”
“We don’t know that he was originally alone,” Hephaestion said and Mydei ground his teeth slightly at that. If there had been others that had died before Mydei had managed to burn that fort to the ground…
“How about we don’t talk about him like he’s not here?” Perdikkas cut in, sounding slightly cross, and they lapsed back into silence.
For a moment, at least.
“He could be from the Free Cities.” It was Peucesta who said it and Mydei nearly stopped walking from sheer shock alone. Ptolemy did trip over his feet.
“You think he’s from the Free Cities?” Leonnius questioned incredulously. “The same Free Cities which are protected by that scary-ass Chrysos Council and rarely get in actual battles? Those Free Cities?”
Peucesta shrugged loosely. “Well, he’s either from the east, from the Grove, from Styxia, or from the Free Cities. He can’t have come from nowhere.”
The conversation tapered over again when Perdikkas looked over his shoulder to glare at all of them and Mydei shifted his grip on the Deliverer, holding him closer. He could hear the man’s breath hitch as he did so, and Mydei winced again. He really wished there was a way to convince the man he meant no harm.
The rest of the walk went by fast enough, with the six, er, seven of them breaking through the forest nearly two hours later to greet the camp. The soldiers standing guard called back to let everyone know they had returned and Mydei could almost feel the panic rising in the Deliverer as they got closer and closer to the temporary wall. He simply tightened his grip on the man and hoped that it didn’t make it worse.
He wasn’t sure he succeeded.
“Mydeimos…” Perdikkas started as they headed into camp, turning back slightly to look at the Deliverer in Mydei’s arms. “What are you going to with him? I don’t think that he’ll be okay in the middle of… all this.”
Mydei thought for a second. “He’s going to stay in my tent,” he said after a second, hastening on when Perdikkas raised an eyebrow at him. “I’ll keep guard outside all night and then we’ll head back to Castrum Kremnos in the morning.”
Perdikkas still looked unsure, but Hephaestion smoothly inserted himself into the conversation. “If Mydeimos thinks it’s best, we should trust him,” he said and Perdikkas gave in with a sigh.
“I want to check his wounds before we go to sleep. I didn’t get to finish before we had to leave.” Mydei acknowledged that with a nod of his head and Perdikkas moved away, heading towards his own tent. Hephaestion turned back to Mydei.
“Mydeimos,” Hephaestion said slowly, uncertainly showing on his face now that they were, relatively, alone. “What are you really going to do with him?”
Mydei furrowed his eyebrows at him. “What do you mean?”
Hephaestion shook his head with a sigh. “Never mind.” And he left before Mydei could ask more. He was left standing there, blinking dumbly, with the Deliverer still in his arms.
Thankfully, it only took a second before his brain kicked back into gear and he headed towards his tent, ducking in easily with a nod to a couple of soldiers he passed. He could see their gazes on the Deliverer in his arms, but he didn’t say anything, so they all clearly got the message not to mention it. But he did know that the Deliverer was going to be the talk of the camp that night.
Unfortunately, there was nothing Mydei could really do to stop that. They hadn’t ever come back from one of these raids with a person before.
Heading towards his bed, he placed the Deliverer down on it. And then immediately he had to grab his shoulders and force him back down onto the bed when he tried to scramble off.
The man looked up at him in fear, begging already falling off his lips. What…?
Oh, bed.
Shit.
Mydei pulled his hands away in an instant, feeling actual revulsion go through him at the very thought of doing… that to the man beneath him, and the Deliverer tried to scramble away again, holding Mydei’s cloak close to him.
“No, wait, you can’t go anywhere.” He snagged the man’s wrist in his hand as he tried to dive past him for another corner, well at least he wasn’t trying to escape the tent. Hopefully, at least. “Just sit. Perdikkas is coming to help you.”
The Deliverer whined desperately, tugging on his wrist, but Mydei managed to get him to sit back on the bed, this time not lying him down. It seemed to calm the man, if only the smallest bit, and he sat stiffly on the edge, one white-knuckled hand gripping Mydei’s cloak with the strength of a drowning man while the other wrapped around the edge of the bed. Mydei had let go of him, backing up a couple of feet but still eyeing the man carefully. He didn’t want to restrain him, the Deliverer had clearly gone through enough, but if he kept trying to escape…
He heard the tent rustle from behind him and the Deliverer’s face changed slightly, so he turned back to see Perdikkas enter the tent. He looked between Mydei and the Deliverer, seemingly looking for any sign of a scuffle.
Which, unfortunately, fair.
“You can take it from here,” Mydei told Perdikkas, turning on his heel and leaving the tent as quickly as possible. Every time the Deliverer looked at him, like he thought Mydei was just going to start abusing him like the warlord had, it made him physically sick. Just the mere thought of it…
Exiting his tent, he breathed into the cool night air, the sun having fully set maybe a half hour ago, and was tempted to place his face in his hands.
He had not been expecting any of this when he led his troops to the warlord’s fort just that morning.
But now he had a damaged Deliverer in the tent behind him, with no idea where he came from, if he even came from anywhere.
Titans, he hoped his mother would know what to do when he got back to Castrum Kremnos the next day. She always knew what to do.
Blowing out a long breath, he settled down on his knees in front of the tent, ready to listen the whole night and make sure the Deliverer had a good night’s sleep. It was the least he deserved.
Everything else could be figured out in the morning.