Unacceptable reality

Marcus stood rooted in place, the witches were doing the best that they could to slow down the poison but it was taking effect. 

The most hurtful thing was that he had pushed Morpheus away right before everything started and now there stood a chance thar he could lose him forever. 

In thar moment and time his mind couldnt process anything. He released his hand and crystal prism appeared in his hand. He released some magic into the prism and ran away from his reality. 

*****

~Illusion~

Marcus stood by the window looking up to the sky. He had set himself free from worry and couldnt wait for the war to be over so that things could go back to normal.

His mother rested, his heart was on his kingdom  but his mind remained at the war by there borders. The silver palace was his roots and he couldn't change or shake the fact that he would miss it if the werewolf king takes over.