Good to see you again! Or, well, I don't actually see you. This will be a fluff-filled chapter, I hope you enjoy it even if it's short.
My inspiration goes to my beloved bestfriend Anne V.!
A huge thanks to all of you! And of course Alex who is willing to translate for me, even if I tied his chair to his desk and he didn't find it funny.

There has been some time since the sun disappeared below the horizon. A blanket of silence stretching from city to city, and maybe a bit further, covered the scenery. The night brought safe and peaceful dreams, to most people. The remains of a campfire coughed out its last few sparkles, but it had no heat left. A young body enveloped in blankets was on the ground alone, sheltered by some boulders. Even though no threats were imminent, his body was restless as if an attack was inevitable. Somewhere, not far away, a well-built man was about to finish his patrol on the top of a hill. The master silently avoided loose rocks that could roll downhill, or throw him off his balance. His thoughts felt foggy. Not from sleep deprivation, but from overwhelming thoughts. For once he felt he had problems that he could not resolve on his own. It made him feel alive. He had decided to accept the challenges with open arms, and somehow find a solution. Altaïr followed the calm river upstream to return to camp. It was not long till sunrise, but before that the master would be able to get a few hours of sleep. Kadar had taken the first shift and after a few hours they had switched. All in all it had been a silent night without any surprises, neither from humans nor from wildlife. The horses at camp were standing tight together to share their heat. Altaïr passed the fireplace as he heard something that could resemble a pitiful moan, as from a kid. He walked towards Kadar and sat down next to him. The boy made strange faces and twisted. His eyelids showed uneasiness in a face covered in cold sweat. The master laid a calming hand on the young boys shoulder.
"Kadar…"

The colors around him had mixed together to warm, comfortable colors. The air had been refreshing, and he felt loved. Kadar and Malik and been riding together with Altaïr to some place and it didn't matter where. The most important thing was that they all were happy. They spoke, and laughed together, the problems of the world were miles away. No insecurity was around, and they stopped their horses. They got off the horses and went to a small lake to drink. Kadar washed his face in the fresh water and he felt great. He closed his eyes and felt the happiness grow inside him. Malik and Altaïr had finished drinking, and were talking about random subjects. Kadar's luck grew almost larger than his body could bear. The voices of his beloved brothers gradually fainted towards the horses again. Kadar asked them to wait for him. His happiness gradually turned into something dark within his body. Neither Malik nor Altaïr heard him. Kadar rose up from the water and turned against his brothers. Everything was suddenly wrong. They had their backs turned against him and mounted their horses. Kadar was yelling, asking them to wait. The darkness within his body grew out hair, which took root under his legs. He could not move his body anymore; they were stuck for all time. He yelled for help, and started to panic. But Malik and Altaïr smiled at each other, and laughed at each other's stories, they didn't even sense Kadar's presence. He didn't exist anymore in a world meant only for Altaïr and Malik. They rode off into the horizon until they were no longer in Kadar's view. Tears blinded Kadar. What had first been his happiness then turned into something evil and dark; was now just crushing feelings of loneliness and emptiness.
The two dearest people in his life have now left him, because he is non-existent. They had never known him, never seen him, heard him, touched him, or held around him at night. Kadar screamed with all his force, again and again. His voice left his sore vocal cords and all that could be heard was a whisper.

A familiar and loved aroma calmed him slowly but surely. Something warmed his cheeks. Kadar woke up in a flash, and saw familiar eyes. Altaïr stared surprised back at him from his side, with his arms halfway extended. He had been holding around Kadar. Tears rolled down his already soaked cheeks as he realized that he was not abandoned, and that he was awake again. Kadar couldn't care less about his manhood at this moment, and threw himself back into Altaïr's arms. Slightly uncertain the master put his arms around the hulking body. He let his one hand slide calming through the shaggy hair.
"You were screaming a whole bunch of gibberish. I was getting worried for you when you would not waken."
Kadar mumbled some sort of apology into his masters white robe. Kadar felt dozy and exhausted, as if he hadn't been sleeping at all.

"I dreamt that Malik and you left me…"

The grip around Kadar tightened; he could have remained in Altaïr's arms forever.

"… We will never leave you, Kadar."

But Kadar did not hear the truth coming from Altaïr's heart. He did not hear the feelings behind the words Altaïr had expelled with caution. Kadar had already dozed off in peace and no worries.