"Here are you're quarters your majesty. Please, take a look." The beautiful woman who had led Kurt to this area said. The king was right behind her.
"This is my servant Qual, but of course she is yours as well majesty." The kind said, and Kurt's eyes went wide. This king was treating him like he was king! Like he was a god! They seriously thought he was a god!
"Sire," Qual said, turning to the king. "I will show Kurt around. I am sure you have other matters to attend."
The king nodded and motioned his guards to follow him. They obeyed and Qual led Kurt into the room. It was huge! He couldn't believe it! The bed was king sized (yet didn't take up hardly any space) and there were dressers or shelves along the walls with candles and candles on them.
"Here are your quarters. Do you have any questions?" Qual asked him.
Kurt gaped at her. Of course he had questions! But despite this only a statement escaped his lips. "I'm, not a god."
Qual gave him a weak smile. "Shhh. I know, but King Rarsh does not. Here, take a seat." She offered, pulling up a seat for him.
Kurt gaped at her still. What was she talking about? What was going on? Where was he? "Please, could you explain to me vhat's going on?" Kurt asked.
Qual sighed. "Rarsh is a cruel king." She then laughed. "Very rarely do we find a kind one! In any country! Anyway, we need someone to make him stop his cruelness, someone with a higher rank, someone like a god."
"But I'm not!" Kurt pointed out.
Qual nodded. "I've been doing spells after spells to bring to me someone who could be mistaken as a god but had a good heart… strong soul. That's you Kurt! Though I fear my spell might have caused some problems for anyone that may have been with you…" She said thoughtfully.
Kurt's eyes widened. He had been sent for? Kitty, Rogue, Logan, Jean, Scott, Ororo, and Xavier were being affected by it?! "…how?" Kurt asked with a wavering voice.
"I am not sure. It may not have had any affect. My only thought though is that by separating you from them, they may have been separated from you." Qual replied.
"Vhat does zat mean?!"
Qual sighed. "If there was more then one with you, then they might have all been sent to different places to be separated from you. Or not. You may have just been brought to us. I'm not sure." Qual explained.
Kurt just stared at her, his brain too tired to piece together what she had told him. "So vhat do you vant me to do?" Kurt asked.
"I thought I already explained that." Qual said casually, but she looked worn. "Slowly take over. We need a kind leader. You Kurt."
"But, but I can't! I have to find ze ozers and zen find a vay home!" Kurt exclaimed.
"So you will leave thousands to suffer?"
Kurt bit his lip.
~Next day~
The doors to the court room suddenly opened and, annoyed, the king stopped speaking to see who it was. Qual and the god Kurt stood there, both looking impressive and Kurt rather regal. Qual had obviously given Kurt some more royal clothing then that thing with that X on it.
"Qual, what is the meaning of this?" Rarsh asked in a calm rage.
"Kurt Vaugner, our god, wants to have a final say in your proceedings. I have merely brought him here." Qual replied calmly.
"Ahhh, Sire Vaugner is it then? Come, take a seat. Wherever you please your majesty." Rarsh offered, waving a jewel laced hand at the seats. All were taken by advisers.
Qual turned to Kurt and whispered into the nervous boy's ear, "Take the seat to the right of the king. It will show prestige with the advisors and putting him at your left and not your right will be somewhat degrading to him. It would show that he is not in your favor."
Kurt nodded and teleported next to the king. The men around him were wide-eyed and some waved the sulfuric smoke away with their hands as they coughed.
Kurt turned to the man right of Rarsh. "I should like to sit zere." He said, trying his hardest not to let his voice waver. It was time to try and act like a leader… he didn't know how he was going to manage! He was the goofball! Not Mr. Serious like Scott!
The man in the seat looked to Rarsh suddenly. He did not want to be deprived of his seat.
"And by taking his seat, do you want to remove him from my court?" Rarsh asked.
Kurt looked to Qual and she nodded. "Yes, I do." Kurt replied firmly, though he didn't know how he managed it.
The man began protesting but the guards grabbed him and forced him off the chair.
Kurt, trying to hide the fact that he was shaking, sat down.
"Do you defy our god?!" Rarsh demanded.
Qual motioned Kurt to sit up straight and keep his head held high. A bit reluctantly he did so, and feeling awful, he gazed down at the man covered in rich clothes and jewels beging restrained by the guards.
"N-no sir. I just…"
"Yes?" The king questioned inquiringly.
"N-nothing." The man muttered.
"Take him away!" The king ordered. He then turned to Kurt. "Are you pleased?"
Kurt, not trusting his voice, nodded.
"Now, where were we?" The king questioned.
"The peasant farmer Ron has an appointment." A man in pink robes, chubby, and short announced.
"Ahh yes. Does he not owe me forty gold coins?"
"Yes your majesty, he does."
"Bring him in."
The doors opened and a man who did in fact look to be a farmer was escorted in by two large guards. Ron looked as if he'd rather not be there at all.
"Do you have the money that you owe?" Rarsh questioned.
"N-nno sir. I'm just now harvesting though! I should have it in two weeks!" Ron replied desperately.
"I do not take money late. Your land however will suffice for now." Rarsh said lazily.
"But sir! Please! Show mercy! I have a wife and kids! How will I feed them without work?!" Ron asked desperately, lowering his shoulder so a guard couldn't grip it when he tried.
"I do not care how you feed them, or if you feed them at all. I expect payments to be made on time!"
"Pardon me sir, but how can you expect that when you give us so little time, so much to pay, and on top of all that, taxes!" Ron said exasperated.
"Give him anozer two veeks." Kurt said suddenly. Rarsh's head snapped toward him and Ron, now seeing him, threw himself to the ground as if bowing to him.
"Sir?" Rarsh questioned bewildered.
"I believe in mercy Rarsh! I vill see it be done!" Kurt growled in a firm voice. He was shocked at how quickly he had replied; almost without thinking. It had come naturally and it kind of scared him.
Rarsh said nothing for a bit, just clenched his teeth. His jaw was set in a way that somehow challenged Kurt and he barred his fangs slightly. Just so that only Rarsh saw. Kurt couldn't stand how cruel the king was being; how heartless!
"Very well, two weeks." Rarsh muttered.
"Oh, thank you! Thank you!" Ron said, scrambling to his feet and saying a thank you to each Kurt and Rarsh. He was then escorted out.
Kurt looked to Qual and she was beaming at him. Rarsh on the other hand looked highly displeased.
The rest of the afternoon was spent listening to pleas from the peasants. At first Rarsh was cruel to all of them but Kurt would make the final decisions and often turned away from Rarsh's decision. So, as things continued Rarsh became weary of being overrun by the elf and was in fact more merciful.
When they were finally done Kurt went to Qual. "I didn't know zat I could be like zat!" Kurt told her in amazement.
Qual chuckled. "I knew you could. The spell would only pick someone with a strong and able soul.
Kurt sighed. Yes, it was partly the spell that had brought him here and he remembered his friends for the first time since Ron had come.
"Vill I see zem again?" Kurt questioned soberly.
"I, don't know." Qual replied with a sympathetic sigh. "But come, there are some things I'd like to show you." She said, grabbing his hand and leading him to his room.
"Like vhat?" Kurt asked.
Qual turned to him. "You have powers. I did not expect this. This is good though. I am going to do something to enhance it and give you more control." Qual replied.
"Oh no! I do not zink so! I've had zis happen before and ze results vere not good! Monsters vere coming out of ze place I go vhen I transport!" Kurt replied, pulling away from her.
Qual's smile broadened. "Well, then I'll teach you to control these monsters!" Qual replied.
"I don't zink you understand-"
"Yes I do. Trust me Kurt, just trust me. Don't you want to never have to worry about them again?"
"Vell yeah, but-"
"So let's get started!" Qual said excitedly, grabbing his arm again and leading him to some room that looked to belong to a witch… or… well… something magical.
"Are you sure zis vill vork?" Kurt questioned nervously. Quall nodded.
"I believe so, but you need to tell me everything you know about your powers and these monsters."
Kurt looked at her unsurely, then down at his three-fingered hand. He then thought of the Sadie Hawkins's dance disaster and contemplated weather or not he should do it.
"Vell…"
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. Sorry. Jacob doesn't have any powers. Actually, what I was trying to do there was… well.. there's a disease where ppl sometimes get caught in their own world. I mean… what happened to Jacob is a Real disease and one day I was just curious about what goes on in those ppl and this chapt. came from it. lol. But yes, they do have their mutations in this world.
^Crysala^