The Prophecy
The Original King had told the Great Sage, before going into the last war which had caused his death, "My friend, I know that you will be living forever," he said, looking out the window, watching his army form.
The Great Sage, sitting on the sofa chair with his head resting on his fisted hand, and his elbow was on arm rest, with crossed legs, said with a yawn, "Yeah, I know, it'll suck,"
The King turned around. "A Prophecy will be made before this war, my friend," he said, looking directly at the Sage. "And only you will know. Nobody will write this in the history books about to be made,"
The Sage suddenly sat up uncrossing his legs, wanting to hear more of what the King had said. "And why am I the only one supposed to know that?" he asked, raising a brow.
"Because I want you to tell my selected Maou in person, that I will come in his rule," he said. "You will be returning here after you've been reborn in wherever kingdom you arrive in, correct?"
"Sure," said The Sage. "But as time goes, parents will be more strict, there'll be more wars, unwanted kids will be killed," he said, picturing that world, that he didn't know would be earth.
"Do not fret, your powers will come with you," said the King
"I know that," he said, getting back to his original position, and crossed his legs. He was bored. When was the war going to start?
"My selected Maou is the 27th, Sage," said the King
The Sage looked at him. "27th? Isn't that a bit too far?"
"No, it would be the right time," he turned back around to face the window.
"Sure, I'll keep that in mind,"
Ken woke up with a jolt. Was that, a scene from thousands of years ago? "Shit," he cursed, breathing heavily. "I forgot about that prophecy. And Yuuri is the 27th Maou. Holy shit! Oh, fuck…how I am going to tell the Excellencies and Her Majesty ex-Maou this?!" he looked out the window and saw a peaceful night. "Maybe a walk ought to calm me down," he got out of his four poster bed and got is robe on, slippers and his glasses as well.
He walked in the palace's halls, which were brightened up with a few snapping fingers. Fire filled the bowls with flammable fluid. As he went out the garden, he pinched the bridge of his nose, thinking about the flashback/dream he had.
He sat on one of the stone benches under a tree. He crossed his arms and thought about the Original King. Was he serious? About coming back in the 27th's Maou's rule? If he was coming back, then how was he to do it? He didn't even tell him in what form was he to come back in. Why didn't he tell him before than war? All he said was about that prophecy, which him and only him should and would know, nobody else. But now that the prophecy was going to come true, he had no choice to tell all of His Majesty's subjects and every other man and woman who lived in the castle for, well, a prophecy was to be announced before it is to become true, right?
Ken looked up and gazed at the stars. "What the hell are you trying to do?" he asked particularly at no one, but the question was for the King. "This won't put Yuuri's life in danger, will it?" he sighed, surrendering to the thought that no one will answer no matter how hard he tried to ask.
"Murata?" said Yuuri, rubbing his tired eyes, looking at Ken under the tree. "Doshita koko ni?" he asked as he approached him.
"Had a bad dream," he said truthfully. Well, that flashback wasn't a good memory, wasn't it? "What about you?"
Yuuri sat beside him. "Wolfram unintentionally kicked out of bed and I felt like I had to go to the bathroom, after that I realized that the halls were bright so I went out," he explained. "And then I ended up with you out here," he yawned.
"Shibuya, I would like to arrange a meeting of all of the people living in this palace as of the moment, at ten in the morning tomorrow," said Ken. "That includes you, Sir Vom Walde, Sir Weller, Sir von Bielefeld, Lady Anissina, and every other Royalty there is,"
"So that's why you're here at this hour, to plan some meeting?" asked Yuuri
"Well, yeah, something came up and I have to announce it," said Ken. 'Shit, for the love of God, why did it have to be me?!'
"Came up this late?" Yuuri asked. "What have you been doing, Murata?"
"Nothing," he said, not being able to look at Yuuri. "Just what a 'Highness' is supposed to do," he heard a yawn, then steady breathing. He looked over his shoulder and saw Yuuri asleep once more. He smiled, seeing Yuuri's tired face. Ken yawned himself and sleep overcame him as well.