The Dead Queen and The Lost Knight

The hatred burning inside the young boy's eyes was visible when he looked at his reflection in the lake. His bloodshot eyes were wet as his nose ran. He pulled out the blue handkerchief he always carried and wiped his nose. But as soon as he wiped his nose, it started running again. "Zephyrus!" a voice came from behind and he turned back to see wind getting denser at a place above the ground and the leaves formed a hollow ball.  "How do I look?" the same voice asks Zeph to which he simply nods. The leaf ball circles him and ruffles his light brown hair.  "I like your suggestion to cover myself with leaves. They feel like clothes, just how humans wear them," the sweet voice that belonged to the wind spoke and Zeph just hummed in response. His eyes were focused on his reflection. A young boy of 17 years crying like a baby. His light brown hair and dark brown eyes helped him blend in with the crowd. His height of 5'11 was not tall enough to gather attention but enough to notice things from above. "What happened?" The leaf ball asked Zeph to which the boy's breathing became uneven. The tears kept falling and all he felt was the urge to dive into the lake and never come back. "Why does it happen every time Jiff?" Zeph's voice was broken and he clutched the blades of the grasses as he spoke. His heartbeat was fast and he stammered as he spoke. "Who did this?" Jiff, the leaf ball asked and floated near him. He rested lightly on Zeph's shoulder and stroked his hair to calm him down. Zeph smiled and brought his hand to stroke Jiff but pulled it back. "Skotadi. I thought he was my friend. I thought he understood me but I was wrong. In the end, he made me the villain too. He betrayed me." Jiff got up from Zeph's shoulder and looked towards the village down the hill. "Jiff don't do anything. If they find out I know how to control the wind, they will destroy whatever is left of our kingdom." Zeph's weak voice got his attention and he looked at him. "What did he do?" Jiff asked calmly. It was the calm before the storm. "He used my blood to unleash the demons."