Eric blinked. Worried faces seemed to swim in front of his eyes. His father, the King, was kneeling right there, holding Eric's shoulders tightly. His father's face had deep worry lines.
Eric finally spoke. He swallowed hard and looked into the King's serious eyes. "I'm... I'm okay, Father," he was able to say. He tried to sound like he meant it.
"Just feeling... a bit tired, that's all." His heart was still pounding fast from the fear he felt just moments ago when he almost died.
The King didn't answer right away. He just kept looking at Eric with sharp eyes. Eric knew that look. It was the look his father got when he was thinking hard, figuring things out.
The King's mind was racing. Just minutes ago, Eric – his own son – had moved super fast and was incredibly strong.
He had fought assassins, healed one who was about to die, and easily destroyed a destructive weapon like it was nothing. He had seemed… like a god, almost like nothing could hurt him.
