#horrotober

“Is that blood?” Silver winced at the angry, yet worried, tone from the General as his hand trembled, pressed to his side.

 Silver had just managed to bury an army beneath a literal mountain of snow, like the hero from his favorite story, but was badly wounded in the process. 

 “Shit.” General Lilia didn’t even wait for an answer from Silver, moving forward and peeling Silver’s hand away to look at the injury. “Shit!” he cursed again. He turned to the surrounding soldiers.

“Well don’t just stand there! Get me a healing potion, now!” Baul repeated the General’s orders in a bellow, and the others scurried about. As they did so, Silver’s vision became hazy as he fell forward. The General, the man who would one day become his father, hissed in his ear as he caught him.

“Dammit! You stupid, stupid brat!” Despite his words and the growl to them, his tone was fearful. Had the situation been different, Silver would have been touched.

 After a mistake threw him back in time, Silver found the younger version of his beloved father. Sadly, their relationship—wasn’t always the best. So, seeing this Lilia concerned for him reminded Silver of the father he grew up with. The one he may never see again.

Silver’s head fell against the smaller man’s chest as he fought to keep his eyes open, the rapid heartbeat of the fae hammering in his ears.

Many thoughts went through his mind, but only one came to the forefront of his mind.

‘I’m sorry, father.’ After discovering he had been tossed into the past, Silver swore he’d find a way home. But now…