Sorry for the long, long wait. I'm finally back in fandom for real, and finishing this is my first priority!

As always, I'm using the original terms: Ajur = Auj Oule, Khan Baliq = Kanbalar, Triglav = Trigleph.


Just like every afternoon at this time of the day, Triglav's central station was crowded. Gaius was sitting on a bench, observing the comings-and-goings while eating a delicious chocolate croissant he had bought at one of the station's food stalls. Now was the time school ended on the fifth day of the week—Elympions called it "sylphday," he recalled—and the main hall was packed with students hurrying toward the platforms or taking the elevator down to the subway station. They were all impatient to go back home for a two-day break that Elympions called "week-end." Students in Rieze Maxia also had a two-day break, which covered the first and last days of the week—in other words, the period of time when spirits' influence changed. It was apparently Dr Howe who had proposed this tradition in his treatise on spirit artes education. According to Presa, the aim was to cut down on channeling at a time where spirits were weaker, to reduce the risk of accidents. Gaius had not immediately understood why, as he had never had any trouble channeling, whatever the day, but Wingul—who had listened to their conversation from a corner of the library—had explained that it was because he was always emitting too much mana, but that normal people, on the other hand, could feel the difference if they paid attention. At the time, he had thought that Wingul was simply making fun of him, but a recent remark from Musee seemed to indicate that he had been right after all. Unlike his two subordinates, Gaius had never really cared about the theory of spirit artes and had always trusted his instincts when he was casting spells. His artes may not have been as refined as Presa's or precise as Wingul's, but he had never had anything to complain about.

Gaius finished eating his snack with a smile. He often thought about his old companions. At first, remembering them had been painful. His castle seemed empty without them. His room, in particular, where he had enjoyed so many intimate moments with Wingul, now felt cold and lifeless. He had not slept well there ever since he came back from the Temporal Crossroads. But life was going on, and, with time, he was now able to think about them with a smile. He missed them all terribly, but these memories were now something he cherished.

He was pulled back from his thoughts by the ringing of his GHS. He took the device out of his pocket and opened it. The screen was showing a notification for a new message from Leia. Careful not to press on the wrong button, he opened the text message, and immediately frowned upon seeing its contents.

cya Luds apt asap !1!1 =O =O =O

At first, he thought that his GHS was broken, but then he recalled all the times Alvin had complained about Leia's "text speak." She must have sent him a coded message. If Wingul had been there, he would have most likely enjoyed trying to decipher it. Unfortunately, he was gone, and Gaius had no idea where to start. He considered calling her to ask her what she meant, but he realized that he had never called anyone by himself—Rowen was always dialing the number for him. His frustration must have been obvious, because the young Elympion who was sitting next to him while waiting for her train asked him if everything was all right.

"It's just that thing…" he said, pointing to his GHS helplessly. "An acquaintance of mine sent me a message, but I cannot read it."

"Let me guess… text speak, isn't it?" she asked with a compassionate look. "Maybe I can help," she proposed. Gaius felt she was kind of laughing at him, but he nevertheless showed her his GHS. After all, what mattered was understanding Leia's message. Perhaps a girl her age was better suited to deciphering it.

"Oh, that's not hard," she told him, "It says 'see you at Lud's apartment as soon as possible.' I guess Lud is someone's name? It looks important, given the smileys…"

Lud… That was probably Ludger. And if it was important, it was probably about fractured dimensions. He hoped that nothing bad had happened. He got up and fished out a few candies from his pocket and offered them to the girl as a thanks, then walked out the station. Ludger's apartment was fortunately not far from there, a mere 30-minute walk. On the way, he got a text from Rowen, repeating Leia's message in correct spelling. He must have realized that letting Leia handle GHS communication was not the best idea if he wanted the message to be understood.

When he knocked on Ludger's door, it was Leia who opened. But instead of letting him in, she went out and closed the door behind her.

"Hi Gaius. I mean, Erston. I mean…"

"Leia," he nodded in greeting.

She looked worried and as though she did not know what to say. She was leaning on the door, her hands behind her back.

"You and Rowen texted me about an emergency. What happened?"

"Ah, well, actually… I think I should explain before you come in and…" She gestured toward the door and shrugged, an uncertain smile on her face. She took a deep breath and started talking. "So here's what happened: Ludger and the others went to a fractured dimension. There, everything started like usual, looking for the catalyst and so on. But then, at the end, it was the same as with Milla. I mean, the other Milla, not our Milla. Do you follow me? Elle brought someone back again, except this time, it was… well…"

She did not finish her sentence and looked at him hesitantly, as if she was not sure whether she should go on. That was enough for him to understand. His heart racing, he pushed her aside and opened the apartment's door. When he entered the room, all conversations died down.

He had gotten used to seeing them again in fractured dimensions. However, he knew that these moments were fleeting, and that they would not survive the destruction of their world. But now they were here, in Ludger's apartment, in the prime dimension… He did not know what to think. The situation seemed so unlikely that he was expecting the world to shatter at any moment and to be pulled back to reality. But this was reality. He was not in a fractured dimension. They were there, alive, in his world. In a world that would not disappear.

Presa was lying on Ludger's sofa, her leg bandaged. Agria was sitting on the armrest next to her, holding to her shoulder. Jiao was sitting on the carpet below them. And Wingul… Where was Wingul? Gaius looked around the room, but his right hand was nowhere to be seen. Had he not come with them?

Before he could ponder about it, Agria broke the silence.

"No way." She started shaking Presa's shoulder and continued in a small voice. "Presa, I think I'm dreaming. I'm seeing His Highness right there, in front of us."

They were all looking at him with wide eyes, as though they could not believe it was him standing here before them. In truth, he probably had the same expression on his face. To his left, in the kitchen, Rowen, Ludger, Elise and Elle were looking at them awkwardly.

He wanted to speak. Say something. Call their names. Make sure they were real. Maybe laugh and cry too, but it would be unbecoming for a king to cry in public. But no word came out.

Eventually, it was Leia broke the weird mood. "I'm hungry!" she announced loudly. Everyone turned to look at her, and she reddened a bit under their gazes, but did not sway. "I'm hungry," she repeated, giving her friends a meaningful look.

Rowen understood and sprang to action. "Oh my, it's almost dinner time! But there are too many of us, and I doubt poor Ludger has enough ingredients in his fridge to feed us all. Come with us, Ludger, let's go grocery shopping. I will help you cook us a little something, like one of those soups you excel at."

"Ah, well…"

"Are you coming with us?" Leia asked the other girls.

"Oh course!" Elise answered a little too cheerfully. "Come, Elle. Let's go shopping!"

Rowen turned to Gaius. "Please stay here and take care of our guests while we are gone. We probably won't be back for a while," he added with a wink.

Elle stopped before him for a moment and looked like she wanted to tell him something, but Ludger grabbed her hand and they went outside, the others following closely. When the door closed and the room was silent again, Gaius got a chair and sat down in front of them.

"So you're from a fractured dimension…"

"Yes," Jiao answered, "Well, at least, that's what we were told. I must admit I don't understand much about that dimension stuff."

"They explained everything, but it's a little hard to accept," Presa told him. "We've lost all our marks."

"Everything is different," Jiao added.

"Which is proof that we are in another dimension. But I think we will need some time to adapt."

"I understand. I imagine it must not be easy for you to be thrust into such a situation."

Agria, who until then had stayed silent, suddenly spoke. "Is it true? Is it really you? You're not a dream or an illusion from the bi—I mean, from Musee?"

Gaius smiled. She looked a bit shaken, but she was without a doubt the Agria he knew.

"It is really me. From the way you are addressing me, I suppose I was also your king in your dimension?" They nodded in response. "Good. This will make things easier."

A tense silence fell over the room once more. He had so many questions for them, about the circumstances of their arrival, about their dimension, about the reason they were still alive… And they must have had many questions for him as well. After all, being taken from one's world must not have been a fun experience. Should he tell them that they would not risk running into this world's versions of themselves? How would they feel if they learned that they were dead in the prime dimension? Should he wait for them to ask? He did not dare speak, for fear of losing control of his own emotions. And they probably did not know what to say either. However, there was still one question he could not help to ask.

"Is it just you three, or…" He did not dare finish his sentence.

"Wingul is with us," Presa replied at once. "He… There was a fight before we came, and he… He's there, in the other room. That Ludger guy lent him his room. He's just resting."

Without a word, Gaius got up and crossed the room in a few strides. He hesitated one second before he opened the door, then entered Ludger's room slowly, trying to calm down his pounding heart. He immediately recognized the blond strand in the mass of black hair, sticking out from under the covers. He felt joy fill his heart at this sight. The man laying on Ludger's bed was definitely Wingul.

He silently walked to the bed and knelt down. Wingul's face was gaunt. He was terribly skinny and so, so pale. With a shudder, Gaius recalled the year that had followed the implantation of his booster. "What happened to you?" he whispered, brushing a strand aside from his face.

Jiao, who had followed him, was the one to answer. "He had a rough year. Erm… You know, his booster. And then… Well, anyway, he's seen better days."

Gaius frowned. "Does he still use it?"

"Yes, sometimes. We try to limit it, but you know him, he never listens."

That was bad news. The Wingul of the prime dimension had died because of his booster. If this Wingul kept pushing himself too far, he might end up meeting the same fate.

No, Gaius decided. Not twice. Not here.

The possibility broke his heart. It had been difficult for him to overcome the death of his partner, even if he had been expecting it in a way. And though tragic, destroying other Winguls in a fractured dimension was one thing. But watching one die here in his world was another, and he swore to do everything he could to prevent it. Even if this was not his Wingul, he was still precious to him, and he swore to protect him, whatever may lie in their future. Him, and the others too.

He would have to find a solution, but now was not the time. This Wingul needed rest. Besides, he admitted to himself, he did not really want to have to explain how fractured dimensions worked. It would be better to let the others do it. He went back to the living room, and Jiao followed him. Presa and Agria were looking at them with a questioning look.

"What happened to your leg?" he asked Presa to change the topic.

"Oh, that?" she said, pointing to her bandages. "It's broken. I fell…"

"Yeah, right!" Agria exclaimed. Seeing Gaius' curious look, she went on, "She flew through the air during the last battle."

"You too, actually," Presa retorted, irritated.

"Yeah. But I got back up no problem, unlike you."

"I just hit the ground at a bad angle, that's all. It's not serious," she told Gaius. "Leia's a nurse—ex-nurse, apparently, Agria interjected—and she looked at it. She and Elise healed it with spirit artes. They said that Jude Mathis will come and have a look tomorrow to check if everything healed correctly, but it should be fine. I just need to rest a bit, that's all."

"I see."

Gaius sat back down on his chair and decided to start addressing the main issue.

"I imagine that you would like to know how different this world is from yours, and I would like to learn more about it myself. Let us start with the bases: I am king in both worlds, and you are my Chimeriad. Is it correct?"

They nodded.

"Good. Let's see how similar our circumstances are. Could you summarize what you know about how I rose to the throne of Ajur and how you came to work for me?"

One after the other, they recounted events from their pasts and told him what they knew of Wingul's. As he thought, their stories were identical to his own experiences. They must have come from a dimension that had followed the prime closely for many years. He would have to ask Ludger more details about its coordinates and the catalyst they had fought. The divergence most likely lied in recent events, after their meeting with Milla and Jude, as they seemed to know them. History must have started changing during the battle of Fezebel, he thought while looking at Jiao. The big man had been the first of the Chimeriad to sacrifice himself, and his presence here today was proof of the difference between their dimensions.

"What happened during the battle of Fezebel?"

"Well, like we just said, a tsunami totally swept over the battlefield."

"I think he means the most recent one, Agria," Presa corrected, "the one against Nachtigal. Is that right, Your Highness?"

"Yes. In this world, we fought against Rashugal's army and took control of the Lance of Kresnik, which Milla Maxwell wanted to destroy. Is it the same for you?"

"It is so far, but after the fight against Maxwell, strange things started happening."

"Was the Lance activated?"

"It pierced a hole in the sky!"

"Then Elympion soldiers invaded and attacked our troops," Gaius concluded. It was what had happened next that he was curious about.

"I can't believe it. It really feels like we are talking to our Gaius. All our memories are the same," Jiao said with emotion in his voice. Gaius did not comment on that, as he knew what he would eventually have to reveal to them.

"How did you overcome their assault?"

"You know Ivar, Maxwell's handmaid or whatever? That moron created a diversion to allow her to flee, and we took the chance to get away too. Foolish bastard. But at least he was useful."

"Agria, show a little more respect. He gave his life to save us."

"Ivar sacrificed himself?"

That was unexpected. So it was Ivar who had saved them that day, instead of Jiao. That was a big difference, but it seemed that history had not really changed its course immediately afterward.

"We met with Maxwell in the Xailen Woods Temple… Ah, did Elympions take control of Khan Baliq here too?" Jiao asked.

"Yes. We cooperated with Maxwell's group to take it back, then launched an attack against the enemy HQ."

With Ivar, without you, he did not add.

"Then we fell into a trap."

"And Maxwell sacrificed herself as well. Was it the same for you, Your Highness?"

"It was. We landed, and then had to face Musee's attacks. She wanted to keep the schism's existence a secret, even if that meant killing anyone who knew about it."

"Wait a minute," Presa interrupted. "Musee attacked you here too? I thought…"

They all looked surprised. And yet, both stories had seemed to match.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, Rowen and Elise seemed to consider her an ally, so I thought she was on your side in this dimension."

"She is on my side. She eventually joined us. Is it different in your dimension?"

"Yes, completely."

They were looking at each other meaningfully, but none of them seemed ready to talk.

Musee… Her behavior was always hard to predict, which was probably why she was often a catalyst. If she had not joined him and shared her power with him in their world, what differences could this have caused? Had he not been able to go to Elympios? What about his conflict with Maxwell? Was the schism still intact? Had Milla reincarnated anyway? His head was filled with many questions, but he could not get any answer now, for the apartment door opened and interrupted their discussion.

"We're back!"

The group entered the room carrying many grocery bags. The kitchen soon turned into a battlefield, with young troops that Rowen was directing brilliantly, delegating the various tasks needed to make tomato soup for eight people (plus a special eggplant one for Elle). Agria and Jiao joined the fight as well, but Leia forbade Presa from moving from the sofa. Elle entrusted her with the guard of Lulu to make her feel useful and prevent the cat from stealing any food. Gaius chose to peel potatoes with Ludger, jumping on the occasion to ask him about the fractured dimension. Ludger confirmed his suspicions and explained what had happened.

"Where is Musee now?" he asked when Ludger finished recounting the events that had led them here.

"She's resting at Leia's place," Rowen answered him. "Since the Chimeriad are currently viewing her as an enemy, she'd better stay on the low for a while."

The image of Musee lying low was rather amusing, but Rowen was right, she should avoid showing herself for now.

Agria cried in surprise when Ludger turned on the stove. This was obviously the first time they'd seen a household spyrix. There would be many things to explain… They had been ripped from their world and were now lost in a country they knew next to nothing about. At least, they were not alone, and Gaius was sure that Rowen and the others would do everything they could to help them get used to their new circumstances. They would also have to think about what to do once they were more familiar with the place. But those questions were a little premature. The priority right now was to help them feel at ease. Starting with a good meal.

"Enjoy your meal!"

"Mmh, that smells good."

"Not as good as my daddy's soup!"

"Really?"

"But it's still good! You're number two, Ludger!"

"Do you like it, Agria?" Leia asked, trying to include their guests in the conversation.

"Why are you talking to me? Last time I checked, we weren't so chummy with each other."

"You're as charming as ever, I see."

"Are you looking for a fight?" Agria cried, rising up on her seat.

"Agria!" Presa immediately reacted. "Table manners!"

Agria turned to her, a mean retort ready to leave her lips, but her eyes fell on Gaius and she froze. Blushing, she sat down and apologized in a small voice, which surprised Leia, who had never seen her act so meek before. Gaius felt his heart ache. How many times had he witnessed such a scene before, when his Chimeriad were still alive? He thought of the other Milla, who had been so different from Milla Maxwell. These Agria, Presa and Jiao, however, were identical to those he had known. It almost felt as if they were never gone.

"…us? Gaius!"

Hearing his name brought him back from his thoughts. Rowen was looking at him with a slightly worried look.

"I'm sorry, I was lost in thoughts. What did you say?"

"We were wondering where the Chimeriad could stay. Our dear Ludger doesn't mind lending them his apartment tonight, but we should probably look for another long-term solution."

"Indeed, we should not abuse his kindness."

"Don't worry about us," Presa spoke, "we'll find a place to stay on our own. We'll leave as soon as Wingul wakes up."

"With what gald?" Jiao asked her. "We lost all our belongings with our world. Besides, we don't know anything about Elympios."

"We should go back to Ajur as soon as possible…"

"No!" Gaius interrupted, startling them. He continued more calmly: "It would be better to stay in Elympios for now."

What would the citizens of Khan Baliq say if they saw them stroll through the city as if nothing happened? He would have to think of a way to tell the news to the population. The list of things to do was getting longer and longer. This situation was sure to give him a lot of extra work.

"Don't worry about that," he added. "Taking care of you is my responsibility."

"Your Highness…"

"We don't want to impose…"

"It's my job," he insisted. "I will find us an apartment nearby."

"Us?" Rowen pointed out, his eyes twinkling. The old man had tried to convince him to acquire a permanent home in Triglav for months. He personally did not see the need, as the city and surrounding areas were full of cheap motels—they were admittedly a bit seedy, but much cheaper than having to pay rent. However, he could not impose such a life to the Chimeriad, especially since they were so disoriented. Besides, this would enable him to stay with them.

"I will start looking first thing tomorrow," he added.

"Don't forget your business brunch," Rowen reminded him. "You are to meet representatives from the Skylark Exchange tomorrow morning. I will handle the apartment hunt."

"All right. I am counting on you." To be perfectly honest, he would have preferred to let Rowen handle the meeting instead, but he could not go back on his word. These kinds of business talks could have an impact on the relationship between the two countries.

After dinner, he went to see Wingul one more time before leaving. The man was still in a deep sleep and looked like it would be a while before he woke up. "Convalescence doesn't suit you," he whispered, touching his face lightly with his fingertips. "Get well, Wingul. I want to talk to you."

He bade the others goodbye and promised he would be back as soon as he was done with his engagements. When he went out of the building, he noticed that Elle was out as well. She was sitting on one of the little park's swings, looking down.

"Is there anything wrong, Elle?"

She looked up at the sound of his voice, and her eyes teared up. She quickly wiped her eyes and looked down again, avoiding his gaze.

"I'm sorry," she murmured faintly.

"Why are you apologizing? You did nothing wrong."

"Ludger told me that what I did was 'irresponsible' and that I caused you lots of problems. He said I should have thought about what happened to Milla before I acted…" She let her tears fall freely this time. "But I thought it would be different than with Milla. I just wanted you to meet your friends again…"

So she had deliberately brought them back. It was not an accident like had been the case for the other Milla. That was something he had wondered. She must have gotten the idea when she witnessed his painful reunions with other Chimeriads from other fractured dimensions. He had always been careful not to show any emotion, but her childish eyes must have seen through the façade and noticed his distress. He crouched down before her and delicately wiped away her tears.

"Do not blame yourself, Elle," he told her gently. "I know you only had good intentions."

"You don't hate me?" she sniffled.

"Of course not! On the contrary… I would like to thank you. It's true that there will be some problems, but we can overcome them. It's nothing compared to the chance to see them again."

Elle's face brightened immediately.

"Oh, good! I was afraid you'd be mad. You're scary when you're mad."

He laughed softly. It was true that his strict look was intimidating to children—and even to most adults, in fact.

"I'll never be mad at you. Not for this."

"Pinky swear?" she asked, presenting her little finger.

"Pinky swear!" he agreed.

She giggled, happy with her new promise.

"I must go! Ludger is going to worry. Good night, mister king."

"Good night, Elle."

He went back to his hotel, his mind full of doubts and hope. Whatever happened, Elle's choice would probably have unexpected consequences. But all that mattered to him now was to make sure that these Chimeriad could find a place in their new world, at his side.

As he expected, his business brunch was extremely boring. Skylarks' salespeople were going on endlessly about their company's successes, and all he had to do was nod and speak a few words of acknowledgement from time to time. He would have much rather gone apartment hunting with Rowen. He wondered what his councilor would find. Nothing too grand, he hoped. The old man sometimes had very fixed ideas on how a king should show his influence. He just wanted something neither too big nor too small, where he could help the Chimeriad get used to their new world. The businessmen were now congratulating themselves on their victory against a competitor. He felt his GHS vibrate in his pocket and had to resist the urge to take it out and check what it was about. Had Rowen found something? What district would they move to? He hoped it would not be too far from the station… though the port district might be good too. They would then have easy access to the ferries bound for Marksburg, from where they could quickly reach Rieze Maxia. Although, it would be best to avoid Rieze Maxia for the moment. He really needed to come up with a way to explain the Chimeriad's return to the population.

To his relief, the meeting finally came to an end. The Skylark executives looked very satisfied and were already promising to organize another one. In his mind, he already made the decision to send Rowen to the next one in his place. When the last man left, he sat back down and took out his GHS, curious about the message he had received earlier. Surprisingly, it was not from Rowen, but from Elise. It only contained one single sentence, but that was enough to make his heart flutter.

Wingul woke up.