Midas stepped back shaking his head. This hurt more than 50 hot stokers to his skin. This hurt more than his first punishment for running away. He felt so torn. How could he break the only other person he loved versus the ones wanting to set her free. He still felt like he had a debt to pay to his clan and as much as Andromeda convinced he was free he could still feel it in his heart who his people were. He wanted to be with both but he didn’t know how.
Lifting up his top he revealed his burnt and puckering skin, the angry red flesh like a rash across his skin. He looked disgusting. The burns still hot when he touched them. It was his fault and he’s payed for now all he has to do is pay them back for their mercy. They could have killed him, burnt him alive, but they didn’t. When the fire clan found him they could have left him there to die but they didn’t. How was this any different. “Ella-…. I want to but I-I can’t.” He didn’t know any other way. Her mother just died and now he was showing her his wounds, it wasn’t fair. He was a horrible person.
Taking steps back her eyes filled with confusion, hurt, and fire. "Wh- What have they done to you," she barely whispered out as her eyes looked to his wounds. It was horrible. Too many things were happening all at once. Too many sad, sorrow filled things were taking over and now this - now more pain for him. It was too much. Her legs were shaking. Her heart beating almost out of her chest. It wasn't joy or excitement.
"M- Midas. Why, why did they do this to you?" There were so many questions she wanted to ask but there was so little time. Becoming the new leader meant many responsibilities and after her mother's last order, many things needed to be tended to. But this was her friend, her childhood best friend and she couldn't think of other things at that moment. "You can come home, they can't hurt you. Please Midas, please come home."











