Stolen Light

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He was sick again or so it was being said. He was hiding out in his tent reading his books allowing nobody to enter into the tent with him. He didn't want for them to get sick either. He stood in front of the tent looking back and forth at the people that were gathered in groups, talking among themselves. He shook his head then slipped into the tent just in time to hear a cry of almost agony and get hit in the shoulder with a spell book. He gave a wince and looked over at Lucius. He was huddled in the corner, wrapped in the thick, dark robes he'd borrowed from Canas and was looking... just as ill as he had claimed to be.

"Lucius? Maybe we should have a healer come in a look at you I'm sure that..." He froze when the bishop jerked his head up and looked at him with frantic, glazed eyes.

"No... no Canas... no. Don't want a healer..." he said shaking his head and pulled the robes more tightly around himself, "Can't... can't help me..."

He crawled closer to the bishop and reached a hand out to him, "We have to try to help you. Your not yourself Lucius. Your sick, your weak, our Lord needs you to be whole and healthy, to be able to fight at his side." He said then went silent when the bishop started to laugh, an almost frightening sort of sound due to the tone in his voice, broken and hysterical laughing.

"Needs me? To fight... I can't anymore... it's gone... and he has gotten his wish." He murmured then lifted his hands up to look at then before he buried his face against them. His shoulders were racked with silent sobs and the shaman moved closer to him and wrapped an arm around him.

"What do you mean?" He asked as the blonde crawled closer to him, clinging to him as if he were trying to gather strength from the other caster, "What's gone? Who got his wish?"

He looked up at him eyes afraid, looking broken, betrayed, and frightened. Far to much like an animal and far to little like the wonderful, gentle bishop he had been not a week ago, "The light... he took it away from me... I can't... fight anymore Canas I can't even cast the most simple of my spells... there is nothing. St. Elmine has abandon me after..." he gave a sob and hid his face again, "After what he did to me... I have been abandon to live the rest of my days like this..."

"What?" He stroked the boy's back soothingly, seeming quite stunned by his words, he still didn't understand what had happened or what was going on but he did at least no know what the heart of the problem was. Lucius had lost his powers. How to get them back though, "Who did this to you Lucius?"

He was hesitant for a long moment before he looked up at him again, his eyes seemed so bright from within the dark confines of the robes he wore, "Jaffar... Jaffar stole the light from me." He whispered to him then lifted a hand up to Canas, the robes fell down a ways revealing scarring on him, fresh scars from wounds newly inflicted upon him. Canas took hold of his hand turning it so that he could see it better. It wasn't a random cut, instead it looked like the beginning to a more intricate design. Some sort of pattern? He drew the sleeve up farther. It was such detailed work, something that he would almost be impressed with were it not carved into the flesh of a living person, "He... carved you?"

"B-By then... was to weak... couldn't fight back anymore..." He whimpered then jerked his head up as he heard the tent flaps open again. He found himself starring into the eyes of the one that had hurt him and tears once more fell this time from fresh fear instead of from old hurts. Canas looked over towards the assassin and he gave a small tug to pull Lucius into his arms, a move that dared Jaffar to say anything. A challenge that Jaffar accepted readily enough.

"He suffers?" The assassin asked after a moment and Canas nodded which almost brought a smile to the man's cold eyes, "Good."

Canas lifted a hand, shadowy magics swirling around his hand and Jaffar almost looked as if he were about to laugh, "Will your killing me fix him? I think not. He's not upset because I hurt him. He's upset because he so willingly gave into sin after such a long life of being so close to his God." He said with a grin. The grin made Lucius's stomach churn, the words made his cheeks redden and he moved away from Canas. Jaffar was right... he was... he was a horrible person. It was no wonder that St Elmine had abandon him. He deserved not such powers, he looked away from the two of them so that his eyes were locked on the ground, "Leave me. I'm... sick. I need... to be alone... I..."

Jaffar turned to go, he had only come to make sure that his 'love' was suffering in the darkness. To make sure that he was in agony, alone, abandon, powerless to stop him if he decided to seek him out again. He just might after all, the game was yet to be over, the boy would be fun to play with as broken as he was. He was sure he would end up dead in a short amount of time. After all he hadn't left the tent often, hadn't slept much of fear of reliving that day, hadn't eaten, hadn't drank much. It was such a beautiful site to behold. The power that he held over Lucius.

Canas watched Jaffar go before he turned to look over at Lucius. He watched him sit there, could hear his rapid intakes of breath, "Your going to hyperventilate if you don't calm yourself down you know." He warned the blonde as he wrapped his arms around him once more and pulled Lucius back into his arms once more. Trying to assure his friend and fellow caster.

"He's right you know. I am... I am a horrible person... I gave into sin the moment I was confronted with it because I am weak!" He cried, "God... had the right to abandon me... why keep such filth among the ranks of the exalted?"

Canas lifted his hand to lay it over Lucius's mouth effectively silencing the bishop, "Shhh... you should rest you know. You won't become strong again if you don't." He told him, voice soothing.

"Don't want to sleep... will... dream..." He whimpered.

"Sleep Lucius. I will be right here to protect you." He murmured again and watched as the bishop gave into his body's desperate need for sleep even if his mind didn't like the idea. Once he was asleep he laid him down and started to undo the heavy, dirty robes that he wore. He had a sneaking suspicion about what had happened and decided that he should check it out for himself. With Lucius asleep he would have an easier time if a healer was in fact needed...

(( Forgot to add the 'These Characters don't belong to me I'm just playing with them' disclaimer before. I hope for more reviews now that I am reposting and posting the second chapter. I will go into what happened between then and now soonish. ))