4.Chapter
Wolfram woke up in complete darkness. He sat up groaning, supporting himself with one hand. Strangely, he noticed that he could not hear a thing. There was no one, but his usually sensitive Mazoku ears could not even recognize the sound of his rustling clothes, not even the clapping of his hands.
His soldier senses told him to remain calm in these situations, however, right now being mute and deaf, he felt slightly more panicky than he should be. Where was he? Where was Yuuri, what had happened? Why was he here?
Wolfram stretched out his hand, even tried to walk a little, but it felt like he was caught in some kind empty space. No matter how far he went, he just didn’t hit anything.
And where was Moko? The little fur-ball had just disappeared! Wolfram was utterly alone, in the darkness.
However many questions he asked himself, no answer dawned him. In the end he gave up on all the questions exploding inside his head like fireworks. He came to the conclusion that everything he was experiencing must be a dream.
“It’s not a dream.” A voice resounded from nowhere. Frantically he twisted his upper body around. Still no one.
What is happening?
“Can’t talk can you? Ohh, of course. I’m sorry, I forgot.” After the sweet voice had spoken, fingers snapped.
In an instant, Wolfram could hear his tiny movements again. But the moment he rejoiced at this little occurrence, the darkness began to fade, replaced by thick white smoke. Blinded by the sudden change in environment, Wolfram had to rub his eyes a few seconds to get used to the sudden brightness.
Ice cold shivers crawled up his spine at the same time damp sweat built up on his forehead.
In this dense vapor he could only make out a blur of colors coming closer. Who could it be? Somewhere he could have sworn did he see that orange gown before, but he could not remember when exactly.
A tiny trace of hope enflamed within blonde as he noticed how the person coming closer, might help him to some information.
A few meters away from him, Wolfram noticed who was standing on his opposite, and he realized where he saw the orange again.
It was Juliette. He had seen her orange gown in the infirmary. Why was she here? Was she trapped too?
Startled by the sight, he shouted towards her: “Juliette, you are here too? Where are we?”, and though he prayed for a negative answer, “Why is Yuuri not with you?”
Instead of answering, addressed girl touched her lower lip with her index finger, as if to think what to do next, before releasing a shower if ringing laughter to her heart’s content.
Wolfram noticed with great discomfort, that he had heard this sweet voice previously, it was the one talking to him, before the darkness turned into a white fog.
Something was definitely wrong.
Yuuri dropped his head into his palms. He was standing on a grand marble balcony that protruded from his study, while staring into the empty space above his country’s capital.
After the incident in the infirmary about three days ago, Wolfram had disappeared without any trace, while Juliette had continues her long slumber, and was still not awake. Even Moko, who had been dancing up and down his fiancé’s shoulders had disappeared traceless along with Wolfram.
Something was wrong with that darkness. What happened there? Why am I the only one who is alright after that?
Everything went by far to quick for realization to sink in.
Right now Yuuri had sent a search troop for Wolfram. Without Wolfram, jealous, possessive, immature Wolfram, everything was too quick, lifeless.
Nothing could have happened to him, he is a soldier after all. No one could stand up to him. Yuuri tried to calm himself – futilely.
But the worry and loneliness crept up on him, there was just too much unfinished business. ------
Loyal Wolfram was always by his side, supporting him. There was still so much left to do, so many adventures to go on, so much he needed the blonde’s assistance in. The past years, Yuuri had become accustomed to Wolfram standing next to him, pointing out advantages or disadvantages regarding foreign trade for him.
Maybe he really was a wimp.
He really needed Wolfram….
Yuuri squeezed his eyes shut, wishing everything could just disappear and turn back to more peaceful times. When he reopened his obsidian eyes after a few invisible minutes ticked by, they traced a butterfly flapping its wings up and down…
Up and down, up and down, ups and downs….
With her left index finger she wiped away a tear – a result of her laughter. Her laughing vosage turned serious, violet eyes hard. It was like those actresses who could change their expressions in seconds.
“No, you’re here alone, all alone with the exception of me. I took the freedom to remove all you Maryoku, and with that, your little fur-ball friend that exist of your Maryoku, won’t be here either. For the time he will be waiting for you in the realm of familiars. ” With her last statement she waved her right hand into the fog dramatically.
“Are, are you alright?” Juliette’s changed personality left Wolfram speechless, questioning her sanity.
“I’m not crazy, you are the only one that will get mad in here.” Wolfram had a weird feeling thriving inside his stomach. It almost seemed like she could read his thoughts, before and now.
“Yes, I can read your thoughts, all of them.”
She was doing it again.
“It’s only natural for me to be able to read you. You’re in my world, my own realm that is your prison.” She answered his thoughts with a smile that bordered to a smirk.
“How can this be?” Wolfram asked, clearly confused.
“This is a magical dimension created by me. So what is the problem with me controlling my own world? You are trapped in here.”
With this final sentence she waved her hand loosely in a circle before disappearing as if being blown apart by a wind of rose petals.
Wolfram found himself in a daze, when the density of one part of the fog grew less, and he could see into the large royal infirmary with 19 beds empty, and one occupied, by a girl with long running silver hair, orange gown, and slowly opening violet eyes.
Yuuri was still in his mesmerizing daze when the doors burst open and long silver hair covered his face before he fell to the floor.
“I’m so sorry, Yuuri heika! I heard the news, it must have been my fault I lead them here, please forgive me please forgive me!” Juliette sobbed into Yuuri’s chest.
“W…what?” With a slightly uncomfortable grin Yuuri slightly pulled away.
“One of your men is missing right? I came to console heika.” Juliette crawled closer to the retreating king while continuously batting mascara laced lashes.
“Uhhm, yeah well, I can handle it. Thanks.” Before she could reply he quickly ran, shutting the doors behind him, towards the dinner table.
This girl was just too hard to deal with.
Inside the study Juliette’s last frown turned into a scheming grin.
“We’ll see about that.”
Shocked, Wolfram blinked his eyes several times. He had just witnessed through the fog, Juliette throwing herself all over his cheating fiancé! He couldn’t believe it! This was worse than the most unwanted future he saw some time ago.
His hands tightened into fists, and he clenched his teeth from unconscious anger arousing within him. This had to be a nightmare!
Completely at loss what happened, the only thing he could do was letting his anger swell, he wished he could just wake up and place a accurate kick on that wimp’s behind.
“Everything you just saw was real…” Juliette’s sweet chiming voice resounded through the fog.
“What do you mean?” Wolfram folded is arms on his chest, raising one eyebrow.
“That everything you see is reality. From my realm you can see from my point of view, how quickly Yuuri will forget you. And once he does, I can claim my title as queen, before your precious fiancé disappears into the shadows along with you…” Wolfram could almost hear her smirk.
His muscles tensed. This woman was not nomal, she was malicious, and she clearly was dangerous not only to their relationship, but also to Yuuri. Panic aroused inside of Wolfram, what could he do? How could he get out of this dimension?
Yuuri was about to take his first bite to insinuate the beginning of dinner, when the doors opened and Juliette strode in elegantly, wearing a long running royal blue dress that she had requested from the maids and just changed into. The same color as Wolfram’s uniform.
It felt like another of those tiny needles stabbed into the king’s heart. Why that color?
With a grin Juliette, sat herself next to frowning Yuuri on Wolfram’s chair, before anyone could say something. Unnoticed by himself the double black frowned even more.
