Why was he apologizing? What kind of crazy situation was this? Allias wondered. His feet were rooted to the ground, his limbs heavy as he tried to think of something but every inch of his body had turned numb. His heart was racing and his eyes stung, tears gathering in their corners as Allias felt his whole core breaking. His eyes were completely round and he stared into the deep forest his lips slightly parted, small breaths escaping. Fast and uneven as his chest rose up and down.
Soon he lost all his strength falling to his knees, his palms touching the fresh grass. His fists grabbed it, almost ripping it and he raised his head, meeting with Theseus.
"No, no, no" he mumbled as tears started to fall. "No!" he shouted and his palms covered his ears. He lay down on the ground, feeling the dew dump his clothes. He was getting a heart attack that was the only logical explanation for the pain on his chest, even if it was impossible for an elf.
