117- The Prince's truth

Ea had been waiting for Ares for quite a while now. He felt the cold wind collide with the warmth of his furry coat and closed his eyes in an attempt to not have snowflakes poke his eyes. The weather was especially wild today. Like the earth and all the elements, the magic of the world had sensed what they had done. The life they had taken.

He took a deep breath and paced around, leaving footprints on the pure snow, listening to the familiar sound his steps made. Ares and he had to talk. He couldn't postpone it for any longer. They were so many things he wanted to say but at the same time when he was facing him he was lost.