Uruha woke up to what sounds like... horses. Maybe he was still dreaming. He was pretty tired from the tour and his band members didn't help at all. His costume designer had a new outfit for him which made him look like a cross between a video game assassin heroine and a peacock; either way it wasn't manly at all and it took 20 minutes to put on. He was so exhausted afterwards he didn't even bother to take it off and fell asleep.

He heard the sound again. Yeah it's definitely horses. Uruha opened his eyes slightly wondering if perhaps his band mates were making animal noises around him again. It happens.

He literally jumped up as he adjusted to the view before him. What in the world-
He was no longer in his cozy hotel room; he was on a hill. And below him galloped horses with riders wearing actual armor. Where the hell was he? Some kind of extreme cosplay stadium?

He looked around and stumbled backwards slightly. He couldn't see normally-dressed people anywhere, although he couldn't really say much seeing the outfit he was wearing now.

Suddenly, he heard a rough voice behind him, "Who goes there?" It was a burly muscled man who looked like a genuinely skilled soldier with a mustache that would put Mario to shame. Uruha opened his mouth to answer but to his horror realized that no voice came out. He couldn't speak!

More burly soldiers joined the first one, their spears ready to strike at the strange man in fluffy, lacy peacock clothes before him. Uruha gulped. Now what?


There was a loud thud that no one could mistake, followed by an even louder sound of applause and clinking of coins.

"Pay up everyone!" came the gleeful voice of a youngling named Liam or better known as the Lady Marshal Kiera's personal slave, who currently was sitting in front of a man clearly passed out from excessive alcoholic consumption. She dusted herself in a dignified manner as she got up, sparing the crowded room a smouldering look.

"I suggest you all return to your posts this instant," she paused for effect before continuing, "unless you want to be strung up by your nether regions from the wall."
This threat caused quite a ruckus as the men rushed to obey their Marshal. Kiera fought down the urge to grin in satisfaction. This was just too easy.

"Marshal! Marshal!" she heard a shout from the door way. A soldier pushed through the men to her, giving her a respectful bow. She arched her brow in question.

"We found a creature wondering on the southern hill." he reported.

"Take me to it." She commanded, barely able to conceal her excitement.


Uruha ran as fast as he could. It felt like his legs could cripple and break any moment but he ran anyway. Running fast wasn't a problem for Uruha; him and the rest of his band are used to escaping hordes of fan girls.

What is going on here? But Uruha couldn't get his head around what was happening. One minute he's sleeping peacefully, the next he's running away from a bunch of what he believes to be incredibly dedicated cosplayers. They're not even stepping out of character for one second.

Uruha turned to look back at his pursuers. They sure are slow, it must be the ridiculous armor they're wearing. Seriously, Uruha didn't know whether to admire their crazy dedication or be weird out by it.

Maybe it was safe to stop running and hide somewhere. Uruha stopped; his feet felt like jelly right now and he collapsed. Even as he was huffing for air, he noticed that no sound came out of his mouth. It was as if he'd been cursed or something.

"So you truly believed you could escape our clutches?" a sneering voice came from in front of him. Uruha looked up to see the towering figures of his pursuers, riding casually on horses. Looks like they took a shortcut ON HORSES. Cheating bastards!


"What manner of creature is it?" she hollered back to her soldiers as they galloped across the field. It was easy to follow the creature that seemed to have wings on its feet to have run so fast. It doesn't seem to own much sense though, she thought. It left behind a trail of what looked like black feathers and foot prints. She could easily predict where it was heading.

She had been annoyed to find that it had escaped before her arrival but decided not to waste time berating her men. Before she could get an answer, she caught a glint of a spark some way ahead. It was the signal that the men she had sent ahead had caught their prey. She smirked, her irritation completely gone and replaced by excitement.

The creature hunched on the ground, breathing harshly. Her excitement dipped a little seeing its head. It looked quite human but that was no reason to lower their defence. Dark wings sprouted from its back, feathers glistening in the sun.
Kiera pushed away a slight tendril of guilt as she saw how painfully bent its left wing was. This was no time to feel for this creature...no matter how beautiful.

"What are you?" She asked sternly, looking down from her horse.


The lady before him looked like she walked out of a painting. She had a delicate beauty but also exuded an aura of great authority. Uruha started to panic. Someone like her can't possibly be cosplaying... this situation he's in seemed a lot more serious than before now.

How is he going to respond when his voice had mysteriously disappeared? He had a suspicion if he didn't say something, he was going to be in real trouble. Well, he should at least look like he tried to talk; maybe she'll realize that he'd lost his voice and help him, although that seemed unlikely.

"I'm-" said Uruha and stopped in surprise. He can talk again? Does this have something to do with the girl?

"I'm... a person?" he said, feeling awkward for some reason.


The voice sounded like a male. Her first thought upon hearing his answer was to throw her spear at him. But she discarded that thought; her King would not be pleased to hear she had killed a rare unknown creature out of sheer irritation. She had been in that situation before and it had not been a pleasant experience.

She dismounted her horse and stood before him. Scrutinizing him closely. His clothes were quite bizarre to say the least. He wore a thin layer of lace underneath what she could only assume to be pants that had been ripped apart. He made clinking sounds with every movement from the numerous silver trinkets and chains on different parts of his body. It was not easy to believe him to be a male. Even if he was he did not dress like one.

"Seeing as you have wings, you are quite obviously Not a person." she said.


Uruha somehow felt embarrassed as the attractive girl studied him from head to toe. It was as if he was some kind of exotic animal. He began to worry whether he really WAS considered an exotic animal. Would they capture him and sell him off? Or worse... He should really clarify the situation. He's so going to murder his stylist when he gets back... IF he gets back.

"Wings?" Uruha chuckled nervously, "Oh no no, these aren't real. They're fake. I'm not a bird, if that's what you mean. I really am just a person."

He wasn't met with any response so he added quickly before he was whisked off to some dark chambers awaiting his possible execution, "Um... what is this place? Are we still in Japan? Or... is this somewhere in Europe?"


"Japan? Europe?" She repeated his words in confusion. What was he saying? Fake wings? Her mind flooded with questions. She should not have taken this quest, she thought regretfully. She did not like dealing with creatures. Most of them needed things explained to them and she was not the kind to have an abundance of patience to do just that.

She shot him a glare although he did not exactly deserve it.

"This is the land of Chrysalistia under the rule of the Great King Sondalle. You're not of these lands therefore you must be presented to him. He does not take kindly to traspassers." she took a breath before continuing. "You claim those wings are fake. Prove it."


Did she just say Chrysalistia? Sondalle? Is she serious? Those sound like random names found in medieval-themed comic books or movies. This day just gets weirder by the minute.

Uruha sighed heavily. So he is a trespasser here. This Great Sondalle or whatever person, whether he is real or not, is hopefully lenient though that's not possible considering his luck so far.

"Proof, oh" Uruha stuttered, "I'll give you proof just wait a sec."

Uruha tugged at the wings on his clothes. Wow they're very sturdy. He was both glad and annoyed at his stylists' hard work. He pulled and pulled but they wouldn't come off. He could sense his enemies getting impatient.

That's it! With one swift motion, he shred the wings off but the rest of his outfit went with it. He stumbled, falling oddly onto the grass, half of his clothes ripped, his chest fully exposed along with a dangerous region below his belly button. He quickly sat down in a prayer position and covered himself up with his hands but well aware he was still considerably naked.

For lack of words, Uruha just let out an anxious chuckle.


If she had not been a highly trained warrior, she would not have been able to keep her facade of calm and authority. This beautiful man, for he was certainly a man there was no doubt left in her mind, had not only ripped off his wings but his clothes as well. Exposing milky white skin that she had a hard time not staring.

Kiera forcefully focused her eyes on his face before they drifted south. She heard her soldiers snigger around her and gave them a disparaging look to quiet them.

"Give him a cloak. I would not have him taken into the city in such indecency." she said, thanking the spirits that her voice sounded firm.

She turned back to mount her horse. "You have proven that you are indeed a man. And so like any other man you shall walk." She could not help glancing at him...he was just too tempting.

"Gather his clothings. The King would be most interested to see them." She barked to her men before riding off. Her heart thundered madly in her ribs at the sight of his naked chest and his plump glistening lips.


The lady didn't seem to like Uruha's display of skin much; which was a shock to him since he was so used to girls squealing in the highest pitch possible just to see a teensy bit of his flesh.

They walked slowly, Uruha right in the middle surrounded by the soldiers. He suspected that they were trying to make it seem trivial but it wasn't working. They were passing through the city and every eye was on them.

Uruha felt worry wash over him with every step he took. This was way too extravagant for anything crazy from the 21st century. Everyone was dressed in the same medieval manner. There were horses everywhere and he even saw numerous 'people' that didn't really look like people along with strange animals he's only seen in movies.

Everyone seemed to fear the lady though. They stepped aside to make way as she rode confidently, her head held high. She had the look of steel; if she was in the modern era, Uruha expected her to be some kind of Hollywood actress.


King Sondalle sat in his privy chamber surrounded by servants baring silver trays artfully decorated with food. Kiera sank into a deep curtsy earning a good natured smile from her beloved king.
"I can tell you're not in the best of moods, Kiera." He spoke informally, amusement clear in his tone.

"And yours seem to be of the best, my Lord." She retorted, smiling. It was a friendly banter between them. She had grown up alongside him as his closest companion and body guard in his princely days and now as the sole leader to his soldiers.

"It is. I hear you were off hunting."

That brought her back to the reason she had come to see the King. The image of the man and his beautiful face and body floated to the front of her mind. She dispelled it quickly. The king knew her well enough to read her and she did not want him making assumptions when he saw the man.

She would think about that later.

"I wouldn't call it hunting, my Lord. It turned out to be a man, a very strange one at that. I brought him back, he is being held outside."

"A man? Why was I informed it was a creature then?" she could imagine the wings.

"It is not easy to explain, your Grace. Shall I bring him in so you can see for yourself?"

"Fine." He gestured to one of the servants who brought him a goblet of wine. Kiera walked back to the door.

"Bring him in." She ordered her men. She discreetly glanced at the man who had a look of utter confusion on his pretty face. How can he be that pretty? Hes a man!


Their King did not look as frightening or strict as Uruha had imagined. In fact, he seemed quite friendly. But as the guards roughly pulled Uruha into the center of the hall, the King's amicable gaze began to waver. It was replaced by one of sternness and intolerance. Uruha gulped.

"So you are the trespasser," the King said, his voice calm and cold.

Uruha breathed heavily, nervous beyond words. "Sorry sir, mister, um.. lord, king, highness, your majesty," he stuttered stupidly, "I wasn't really trespassing. It's an honest misunderstanding. I'm not from this place... I've been... kinda teleported here somehow."

Uruha stole a glance at the beautiful girl who seemed impassive to his babble and showed no signs of pity.

"Tele..port? What is that?" the King said slowly, "Are you a witch? We do not welcome practitioners of dark magic in this city."

"No-no I'm not a witch!" Uruha said frantically.

"Search him," the King ordered, with a casual wave of his hand. The guards were immediately all over Uruha's body, their rough hands grabbing into every pocket in his pants. He felt violated.

Suddenly, one of the guards searching him gasped, dropping a black object onto the ground in surprise. Uruha realized it was his iphone. He had a phone with him this whole time and he never even thought about using it? He was very disappointed with himself.

"What is that black object?" the King yelled, craning his neck to see carefully.

The guard picked it up and examined it carefully. "There is light coming from it!" he said in awe, "Illuminated words! It's glowing so magically! There is also an arrow pointing towards the west...A symbol of some kind! This must be an object of dark power."

Uruha couldn't believe his ears. He was clearly not on Earth anymore...

"What do the words say!" everyone asked, their faces full of wonder and curiosity.

The guard holding Uruha's phone dramatically heaved a heavy sigh, as if he was afraid if he said the words, he would be cursed. Nonetheless he says it, looking shaken and anxious, "Slide to unlock."


"What is this...this object? What is the meaning of this?" Kiera heard the King ask. She was not looking at the King's face. No she was busy observing the pretty man. It seemed as if he was suppressing great mirth. What he thought was so amusing in such a situation was beyond her reasoning.

Her hands strayed to the sword handle at her waist. He could be dangerous. She spared the object in question being presented to the King a cautious glance.

She decided to divide her attention between the object and the man wary of the dangers they represent. There was a slight shift in the atmosphere as she watched them. She could sense it and yet she could not for the life of her describe what it was.


Uruha was trying not to laugh out loud. It was just comical, the way everybody was so fixated on a phone. But he knew that if he even made a single giggle, that lady will slice his head off. He could see her hand on her sword and that crazy ready-for-action look on her face.

All of a sudden, the brightly lit room plunged into darkness. All the torches and fires died and a sense of foreboding began to creep up onto them. The only thing that remained glowing in the pitch black was Uruha's phone. The guard holding it dropped it once again with a very feminine squeal and despite the situation he's in, Uruha found himself wondering if he still had a warranty to repair damages to his phone.

"What is happening?" The King's voice roared as Uruha saw shadows shifting hastily, heads turning left and right looking for an explanation.

"It's the object," the guard said, "It's going to kill us all!"

As if on cue, a loud swish was heard somewhere way in the back followed by a scream of agony. Another loud swish in a different part of the hall; again followed by screams. Uruha felt his heartbeat pick up speed. Something is happening; he doesn't understand what, but it seemed dangerous.

He could hear the King's guards shuffling around, trying to locate the perpetrators. The swishing sounds have increased, joined with clangs and chinks of metal. Uruha guessed it was a lot of swords... surrounding them. It was a massacre in the dark.

Uruha realized that the guards around him had an iron grip on him, as if he was the one to blame for this sudden turn of events. They looked terrified. Suddenly with a heavy thud, both of the burly guards fell onto the floor, groaning in pain. Uruha saw that a man had hit them. How can one hit bring down such big armored guards? Whoever it was, Uruha wasn't prepared to have his head cracked open.

Uruha crawled on the ground, avoiding what he now began to see as many bodies lying on the floor, apparently having been knocked down or stabbed by the perpetrators. Fear overwhelmed him as he instinctively got up to make a run for it. He tripped on the iphone, and it began to emit light again.

A strong hand grabbed him by his shoulder and called, "Uruha!"

Surprised, Uruha turned to look at the man, realizing that his voice was also oddly familiar. The dim light of the iphone was enough for him to see who the voice belonged to. Uruha's emotions went through changes he never thought possible. From fear to recognition to relief to confusion... then to fear again. Uruha stared at the familiar face of his friend and breathed, "S... Shou?"