Allias had experienced horrors, sorrows but also joy in his long life but nothing could amount to the joy he had felt when he held Ardreth in his arms together with Theseus, the excitement he felt when he watched him laugh or when he heard him call his name for the first time. It was a different kind of joy, engraved in his heart, vivid forever. The pain he felt when he watched his son call him a liar, yes that too was a different kind of pain, deeper, like an open wound that wouldn't close.
He spent days awake, thinking, wondering what he had done so wrong. Could he have possibly said something, had Theseus acted in a way that he shouldn't? Why did his own son seem to despise him?
There was a deadly silence in the room, the air almost felt cold while none of the students dared to speak. Ardreth was looking at his parents, shameless, his green eyes, identical to Allias' going side to side from Theseus to the king and the white haired elf sighed.
