Once moment, Frey was sinking to his knees and the next he let out a shocked scream as he was tackled. Augustine was strong, and it didn't seem like he took down the young prince any different than he would do to an enemy soldier. Frey closed his eyes on instinct, though his cheekbones were numb from the mere impact. Frey was never used to getting slapped around, so this was more of shock than anything else. He felt numb inside, though his mind cleared as the anger melted away. He had thrown a mallet at Cassius. He had tried to kill the dragon. He had tried to kill his... his friend? 

That is, if Cassius even considered him a friend anymore. As the youngest prince's face was pressed against the cold, wet oil of the forest, he felt like crying but couldn't bring himself to. He never would have thought Augustine had it in him to be so explosive. In that way, his reaction was similar to Asbel's. Even after his elder brother got off of him, Frey felt the weight of the general heavy on his back and the angry grip on his wrist and shoulder. Feeling tears well up in his eyes and his wrist and shoulder throb, Frey shot a wounded glare at Augustine, who was being restrained by Cassius. He blinked slowly, then opened his mouth as if he was about to say something. However, he closed it right away as he ground his teeth together angrily. Then, looking to the ground angrily, not believing what had just happened. Augustine's words hurt nearly as much as the pulsating pain of his take down. 

Biting his lip, Frey shakily got to his feet but didn't look once at his brother, his brother's dragon, or the phoenix. Suddenly, turning slowly, Frey ran the opposite way into the woods, and into the darkness. Night was falling fast in the forest, but the young man didn't care. He just wanted to get away. Frey didn't look back once as he ran deeper and deeper into the woods, until it was so dark he couldn't the trees a foot away from him. Was it midnight? 

Curling up into a ball and feeling helpless, Frey's orange eyes darted around, hearing sounds everywhere. There were howls and scratches. His legs felt like pudding and his throat like sandpaper. Slowly, his eyelids began to flutter. "W-What? N-No... C-Can't fall asleep..." He murmured stubbornly, lightly slapping his cheek. However, much like his running blindly into the woods, it was pointless. The prince slumped over as he fell asleep and found himself trapped in yet another nightmare. Little did he know, ever since he had been attacked, everything had changed.