PS: Please read until the very end, up to the Author's Note.

"Are you kidding me?" Yuuri whispered. He was staring at Wolfram's face. She looked so peaceful in her sleep that would last forever.

Yuuri started laughing. A maniacal laugh that sent shivers down the spine of those watching. "Tasty joke, Wolfram! You got me there. Now stop it," he spat. Suddenly, he was angry. "This is no longer funny, Wolfram."

The king got no response from the blond. Not even a snort, nor did he he hear the words 'wimp' escape her delicate lips.

"Wolf... stop joking around..." he whispered. He looked up at his audience and stared directly at Conrad's eyes. "Tell her to stop it, now."

"Heika..."

"Oh, so you're all in this prank, huh?" He turned his attention to the person lying on his arms. "Get up! No more jokes! THAT'S AN ORDER."

But the still figure didn't budge. Her chest didn't move for air. Her once bright hair was somewhat dead and shallow. Tears streamed down his cheeks.

"Wolf... Wolf..." Yuuri sobbed. "But... but you said you wouldn't leave me... You said... you promised... to always be by my side," he said in between sobs.

He felt a hand on his shoulder. "Heika, let's bring her back," Conrad said, trying his hardest to calm down.

"Yeah... she needs to get some rest," Yuuri answered.

The rain started to pour down once again as if it never stopped. It washed away some of the blood.

"Heika... she's gone," Conrad told him.

"What are you talking about?" Yuuri asked, bewildered by what his godfather said. He looked around. Wolfraine and Waltorana weren't crying, they were both looking at Wolfram. Yuuri remembered that it had been a long tradition for the Bielefelds to look strong whenever a person dear to them dies, that it's their way of showing respect. Some of her men had rushed out to where they were, and had their hands raised in a salute for their captain.

"What are you doing?" Yuuri asked. "She isn't dead! Wolfram never breaks her promises! SHE ISN'T DEAD!"

Yuuri shook her figure. Still, he didn't get a response. He grabbed her soldiers and tried to shake her awake. "WOLFRAM!"

"Heika!" The others realized that their King was on the verge of going insane and quickly acted. Waltorana ran inside while Wolfraine and Conrad tried to calm the young monarch down.

"She isn't dead! Let go of me!"

"Heika, please calm down," Wolfraine pleaded.

"WOLFRAM! YOU PROMISED!" Yuuri shouted. He was dragged away from her body. "NO! LET ME GO! DON'T TAKE HER AWAY!"

Waltorana came back with a syringe containing clear liquid. Conrad and Wolfraine restrained the King and Wolfram's uncle injected the liquid into his arm. Yuuri immediately felt dizzy. He fell on the stone floor, facing Wolfram. He took her hand. Nothing was going to separate them. Absolutely nothing.

Yuuri woke up with a start. He quickly grasped the side of the bed, checking for the other occupant. He panicked when he grabbed only the sheets. He was alone.

"Wolfram?"

No answer.

"Wolfram!"

He jumped out of bed and ran outside. He made it to his office and saw everyone there. Lady Cheri was back from her trip and was now crying into Conrad's shoulder.

"Heika," Gunter greeted weakly.

"Where's Wolfram? She isn't in our room. Is she still back at Bielefeld's? Or is she training her soldiers? In this weather? At this time? Speaking of time, what time is it? Is it time for dinner? Quickly, call her! Make the maids prepare her favorite chocolate pancakes," Yuuri said. His words were rushed and his eyes had a dead sight in them.

No one answered him. No one wanted to. They all knew what he was going through, even Gwendal.

"Didn't you guys hear me?" he asked. No one moved. "Fine! I'll fetch her myself."

"Yuuri..." Conrad said.

"What? Don't tell me you still think she's dead? I already told you, haven't I? She isn't because she promised to stay by my side. Now tell me where she is."

Still, no one answered. "Did you... bury her?" Yuuri whispered. When no one answered, he lost it.

"NO! I TOLD YOU, SHE ISN'T DEAD! WHY WON'T YOU BELIEVE ME!"

"Heika, please calm down," Gunter pleaded.

"CALM DOWN?! WHERE IS SHE?! TELL ME NOW!"

"Shibuya," Murata spoke up. "Come with me."

"WHY SHOULD I?!"

"I will take you to her," his best friend answered.

"Did you bury her?"

"No."

Yuuri eyed him suspiciously but nodded. Murata lead him out the room. "You should change into thicker clothes."

"Why?"

"Because we're going to Shinou's temple."

When they arrived, they were soaking wet. They had rode a horse, just the two of them. The Temple Maidens gave them towels to dry themselves with.

"Where is she?" Yuuri asked.

"Here," Murata motioned to the doors leading to the room where the Four Boxes where being kept.

Yuuri gave him one final glance before pushing the doors open. There he saw the somewhat coffin-like box that Anissina had made before to preserve Wolfram's body when her heart was taken by the Soushu.

Yuuri felt Deja Vu creep in. He slowly made his way to the machine and knelt down beside it. Lying inside was Wolfram. She was free of the blood.

"Why is she here?"

"Because she's dead," Murata answered.

"No she isn't."

"She's the dead. She was supposed to be embalmed but I objected. I said that there was something that needs to be done and I ordered Anissina to prepare this."

Yuuri didn't want to believe a single word Murata had said. She wasn't dead.

"Wake up, Yuuri. I know you're regretting everything and I know that you're thinking that this is all your fault. But if you want to reverse everything, you have to listen to me."

"Reverse?" Yuuri repeated.

"Listen, those who have the Gift of Youth are the demons whom the Gods love the most. They help the Gifted in every way they can. Now, when something bad is going to happen in the future, they arrange for the Gifted's death. Because of their love for them, they do not wish for them to suffer," Murata explained. "Now, Wolfram died because of this reason. But I must tell you that every time one of your kind dies, they are always given a chance to decide if they wish to go back."

"So why aren't I dead yet? Do they not love me, and wanted me to suffer?"

"No. Because they had a different plan for you. You are the chance that they have given Wolfram."

Yuuri was clearly confused. "What do you mean?"

"Shibuya, they have given you the power to persuade Wolfram to come back. But remember, they only kill the ones they favor for their own good. That means that if she does come back, she will face terrible things in the future. Both of you will."

"So... they're giving me the choice..."

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because your fates are connected," Murata simply answered. "Shinou could do it, but the Gods wouldn't allow it. He can assist, but it's still all up to you."

"But... how? How can I talk to her?"

Murata stared at him. "I think you know how, Shibuya."

When Yuuri got back, he was drenched to the bone. He didn't know what time it was. He stumbled on his way, Murata's words still ringing in his ear.

"Decide. We don't have much time left. And also, don't tell anyone about it. It is a secret only among the Gifted."

Millions of questions were running through his head. If it were only a secret between those with the Gift of Youth, then why did Murata know about it? Does he have the Gift, too?

Also, what could be waiting for them in the future? Something terrible, that was assured.

But one thing that Yuuri wasn't confused with was his decision. He didn't even have to think about it twice. He would follow her.

As he made his way to their room, he passed Greta's and heard her crying. He opened and door and saw her crumpled on her bed, clutching something in her small hands. Yuuri immediately knew that it was the necklace Wolfram had bought for her a year ago. It was a beautiful necklace, with a chain made of pure gold and a jewel that bore two colors: red and blue.

He closed the door behind him. "Greta..."

Greta looked up. Her big brown eyes swam with tears. "Yuuri!" She jumped into his arms.

"Is it true? Is Wolfram never coming back?" she asked. She didn't care that Yuuri was still soaking wet.

Yuuri couldn't respond. The time of denial was over now. He had to admit that she was gone if he didn't do anything about it.

"Yuuri, don't leave me. Please don't disappear like Wolfram," Greta pleaded.

Yuuri felt guilt wash over him. Just moments ago, he was determined to die. To follow Wolfram even if the latter no longer wanted to come back. He was determined to leave everything behind. He didn't even consider Greta.

"Shh... shh... don't cry," Yuuri cooed, avoiding the topic.

Greta just sobbed harder. Yuuri carried her to her bed and gently laid her down. He stayed at the side to avoid wetting the covers.

"Go to sleep, Greta."

The princess just shook her head. "Wolfram... Wolfram..."

Yuuri remembered that one moment when he saw Wolfram tuck her in for sleep. She had sang a lullaby for her. It was so beautiful that he asked her to teach it to him, much to her embarrassment. He decided to sing it for her.

"Sleep little one

Sleep my dear

Close your eyes to reality

And escape to your dreams

Sleep to remember

Sleep to forget

Sleep to cherish

And never regret

Wipe the tears from your eyes

And do not utter your goodbyes

For I will hold your hand

Until you reach dreamland"

Yuuri repeated the song for her until she fell asleep. When she was out, he changed her into dry clothes. He tried to pry the necklace from her hand but she held it tightly, as if it were her connection to that person who gave it to her. He gave up and kissed her forehead.

"Greta, I love you. Greta, I'm sorry."

With this, Yuuri left the little princess to her dreams with only one promise: He would bring Wolfram back.

In a faraway kingdom, where evil ruled, lived the Queen of pride and selfishness.

Her servant, before leaving for a mission, promised her one thing.

"Milady, if ever that I do not come back immediately, I assure you that I have done my duty," he said. He knelt in front of the Queen and kissed her hand.

~LoveIsn'tEnough~

A knock was heard. The blonde hair queen gave permission to enter.

"Your Majesty," a knight had came bearing news.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Wolfram von Bielefeld is dead, Your Majesty."

Said Queen laughed. It was a musical note. It would have been pleasant if it weren't for the reason behind it. "So Lucas had done it. But I must admit, I will miss him. He was one of my favorites."

"Why don't we attack now? Their King is badly damaged because of the incident!"

"Hush, Eric. You know we can not do that," she said. She approached the young knight and focused her bright blue eyes on his yellow ones. "You know Aniue would hate me if we make the first move against the demons."

Eric nodded.

"What saddens you, my knight?" The Queen asked in her most alluring voice.

"Nothing, Milady."

"Is it because of Lucas? I am well informed that you have a deep friendship."

"I will not deny that," Eric answered.

The Queen smiled. "Come, I will ease the sadness."

Eric followed the Queen, into a haze of pleasure and regret.

A/N: Heyy! So, did you like it?

So yeah, major hint for what the twist would be. I hope you aren't getting tired of this story.

New characters!

The lullaby is self-composed, by the way. So I apologize if it isn't good.

A million thanks to : RukisLeech, KisunaFuji, Wolfram99, soulxspirit125, pikeebo, and moopad for leaving such awesome reviews. You guys help me more than you think you do.

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