This is a fanfiction based on the roleplaying between two members on tumblr. If you wish to read the originals and also first-minute updates, go to my biography page and I'll have the links to their webpage. This story is updated around twice a week, so check back soon~~!

prologue

Hundreds of years ago, the two were from the land of Xing, a great country that roamed the eastern side of the globe. He was a prince, specifically the twelfth heir to the throne. She was a bodyguard, a loyal girl who serviced her master faithfully without doubt.

She was always known as the bodyguard of him, a mere role that would never be mentioned in the history of a great country.

He was always known as the "Twelfth prince of Xing" and later as the 37th Emperor Yao.

They held a love story, but one that was destined to be tragic from the start. As their statuses were further apart than sky and the Earth, their names were not even allowed in the same sentence.

Many thought that he was not meant for the throne. He was supposed to be a scrawny noble, with a half-baked rank and job, but, his courage had impressed the late Emperor greatly as he was able to retrieve the "Philosopher's stone", something that would grant eternal life to anyone who has it in their possession. And because of this special jewel, he was crowned the highest rank in the Society of Xing, one who held absolute power over anything and anyone. If he wished the grass to be blue, the grass would be turned blue. If he wished the Sun were magenta instead of it's bright yellow, his wish was everyone's order.

The day of his celebration

She met her end during the fourth year of Emperor Yao's reign. It was a significant year as his stability of power was greatly tested due to the amount of displeased nobles.

She saw it coming before he did.

An assassination was secretly plotted against the young prince which would occur during the congratulatory dinner. They would surround the palace, and order Ling Yao to give up the throne, or give up his life.

Of course the young man knew of this plot, he had prepared elaborately as guards were secured at every possible location. He was obviously far from danger or threats.

He expected the whole coup d'etat to be finished without much casualties on his side, and he was correct. Partially.

Only one person had suffered enough damage to have her life taken away. And that person was the one who was worth the most to him, his most treasured trophy. He couldn't afford to loose her, not yet.

As a stray arrow flew towards his Highness, the time for Lan Fan to pull her sword and slash at it would be too long. There were no shields nearby, so she turned herself into one.

She knew it was silly to listen to her master and wear clothes fit for a noblewoman that day. If she were in her regular uniform with the armored suit, the wound would not have been so life-threatening.

But he had insisted she was to look "cute" for that day, which resulted in expensive silk and unnecessary decorations...and her death.

"WAKA!" She yelled in warning. Instead of looking towards the direction of the arrow, he had merely grinned loftily at her without knowing the danger of the situation.

Throwing herself in front of the arrow, it pierced her heart exactly causing a sudden death. At this time, Ling noticed what had happened. Lan Fan had collapsed to the ground, the color was quickly draining out of her face, turning her natural blush-tinted cheeks to a sickening white.

"L-Lan Fan! Lan Fan! Wake up! DON'T CLOSE YOUR EYES" He knelt down next to her, cradling her idle body gently to his chest.

"LAN FAN! Don't pull th-this joke on me! This ISN'T FUNNY." Her breath was increasingly shallow, she found it hard to breath with every intake of air.

I'm sorry Waka

I'm sorry for leaving you

I'm sorry that I won't be able to protect you forever

I'm sorry that we had such a sad ending...

"Lan Fan, I always knew you had a bad sense of humor, b-but" her lips tugged into a small smile, contrasting the tears that were flowing down her cheeks.

She didn't mean to cry, she knew that the more she cried, the sadder her master would be. She honestly tried to stop the tears from flowing. But seeing her young lord at such a state of despair made her own soul shatter.

"I-" she slowly wheezed out. The light was starting to fade, and she was losing consciousness.

"Yes...Lan Fan?" His voice was shaking with emotion, he clutched her face to her chest, burying his nose into his hair. The blood was everywhere now, it had stained Ling's robes, but he honestly didn't care at all. His sobs were getting louder.

"I-" She tried once more with no result.

I love you Waka, I have ever since I was a child, and I will always love you even when we are apart. Years ago, I was just content with staying beside you, protecting you, carrying out your wishes like my own. But ever since you stepped onto the throne, I became more and more selfish. I wanted more, I wanted you to have feelings that would reciprocate mine.

The world was darker, and more tears streamed down her eyes.

I-if we had another chance, I wish we didn't have to end this way. I wish that I could be as selfish as I want you all to myself.

Her breath stopped.

This isn't the end yet,

She looked up into his grey eyes one last time, feeling the droplets of water which did not belong to herself slowly, rhythmically wet her cheeks.

Please find me once more and let me be my your side...Ling.

Her world turned black. The last image before she passed into nothingness was a pair of eyes filled with such agony. She would treasure this image forever, even when she was gone.

"LAN FAN!"