~Mending Wall~
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Chapter 2:
Decode
17 years ago…
Von Bielefeld Manor, Berlin, Germany
A sheepish looking woman sits in an elegant, draped Asian cushion, marveling at the beauty of the scenery before her. There, in her paper white arms, lies a blonde angel, whose face similar almost identical to hers. The baby lay there silently dreaming of the present not minding of the future while its mother's mind continuously lingers along the problems that threaten the nation.
"Oh my dear Wyanet, you grow more like me everyday. Tomorrow, will be your 1st birthday and many dignitaries will be arriving here in our home." Cecile whispered to the baby, Wyanet, before she stood up and walked along the path towards the glassed gazebo in their rose garden. The Von Bielefeld manor, which is situated on top of Montgomery Hill, overlooks the whole of the city of Berlin. The morning air rushes among the velvet autumn leaves that fell to the ground.
Cecile strode gracefully along the curved pathway when she noticed that someone was obviously observing (more like spying) her. Alarmed by the uninvited stranger, she bravely uttered the words which she hopefully knew will bring an end to her anxious waiting,
"Is it you, Wales?"
Footsteps neared her from where she stood. A blond man with sapphire eyes appeared from the corners of the mahogany tree. The tall man leaned in front of Cecile, who was deeply relieved by the presence of the other.
"Yes, it's me. Or are you expecting somebody else." Wales' velvet voice filled the dull atmosphere of the garden.
"No, I just didn't expect you to be back so early. Raven told me you'd be at the prime minister's palace the whole day. So, are you hungry, dear? Is that why you came back?"
Wales took hold of Cecile's shoulders, then looked at her sincerely in the eyes, blue ones seemed weary of travel. Wales looked a lot like her particularly facial features that reveal that of an Adonis'. Wales' however had perfectly golden hair.
"Cecile, my loving, gentle wife, I must inform you of unfortunate news, not only for me, for I've known it would affect the whole Von Bielefeld family."
"Whatever is it?"
Wales hesitated but soon gave up as his wife assured him that all's well after the confession that would soon determine their family's position.
"You know well, that as king of Germany, I, too, have foes that are willing to do anything to achieve, their utmost goals. Those goals include my displacement as head of this country. I know for certain that you know this foe I'm talking about."
Cecile nodded. She knew that this organization ever since the start of her husband's term as king had already performed various schemes and tactics that would eventually lead to the fall of the German government.
With one pale look at her husband, she uttered,
"Chronos."
Wales looked away from her before he spun around and gazed at the clear azure sky that lie in front of them.
"Yes. Chronos, the organization of world-class, highly-trained, group of assassins and perilous, merciless vindicators. Ever since, I've made a disapproval of our country's association with their activities, they seek the destruction of Germany, particularly, the royal three heads of Chronos, or should I say the Chron trio: Zaga, Leono and Aramis. Even after I've tried my best to reconcile with those three, nothing seems to be justice for them."
Cecile handed the baby to the nurse, Cagalli, before turning to her husband, and said, "But I thought Chronos weakened years ago. How come they're back again, to threaten our nation and our family?"
"The Chrono Numbers, their main assets, have made certain improvements that led to the rise of their reputation and fighting capability. Now they're back for revenge. And I have no reason to back out from the war that is already spread in front of me."
He paused. Then turned to his wife.
"However, I am not willing to risk my family's life for such a decision I am to make. They already know the blueprints of the parliament palace and even this very manor. They know of everyone of our family and their innate personalities and other essential information. No matter how vague these circumstances may be, I am not going to let you and our Wyanet be in peril."
"No"
"What?"
"I am not going to let you go through with this alone. I'm tired of being a bystander and watch while you suffer, and be aggravated by different political issues. It's high time that I do my part as queen of this country."
Wales' arms wrapped around Cecile's fragile body as he said words of assurance to his wife.
"You are queen. And your duty is to protect our family. As a father, I know that I lack the time to give to my only daughter, and so I pray that you give her that comfort and love which she lacked due to my incompetence. War is a man's business. Your brother, and regent to the throne of Germany, Stoffel, will aid you in bringing up our daughter."
Tears welled down Cecile's eyes as she silently accepted Wales' final request.
Wales released his hold on Cecile and then motioned Cagalli to bring to him his daughter.
Wyanet cringed at the gold and silver clad on her father's chest. Noticing this, Wales used his
forearms to shield her skin from the piercing cold of the suit.
"My beloved daughter, Wyanet. I love you and I hope that you'll find happiness away from this violent political world you've been born into. I know that someday we'll meet again and I be reunited with you and your mother and with your brothers."
The German King planted a small kiss on Wyanet's forehead before he turned her over to her now depressed mother. Wales continued on with his final instructions to Cecile before retreating to the military headquarters.
And now the once blissful garden transformed into a gloomy memory for Cecile as this was the very place where her beloved Wales said farewell to her.
xxXxx
Volden Cemetery (the so called final refuge for German heroes)
11 years ago…
White lilies scattered in every corner of the cemetery. Incense and scent of flowers and candles filled the morose October air. The Von Bielefeld family walked tranquilly towards the lavishly decorated mausoleum that stood awkwardly in the center of the cemetery. A small blonde girl with emerald eyes skipped her way jubilantly towards the Von Bielefeld Mausoleum carrying a bouquet of roses.
"Father, we're here. White roses. As promised!" She cheerfully spoke as she placed the roses on her father's tombstone which bear the words:
-Wales Antoine Von Bielfeld-
King of Germany (1812-1816)
Beloved husband, father, brother
"Now, now, Wyanet behave, we're public figures afterall." Her uncle, Duke Stoffel, motioned her to remain in a corner as to give way to their other family members to remember the dead.
"Wyanet, be patient and stop being childish. Stay outside and play or do whatever. Just don't interfere with the elders." Wyanet's eldest brother, Wilhelm, was rather too occupied with the people wanting to see his father's grave.
Wyanet seldom followed orders but this she made an exception for it was for the honor of her father afterall. She obediently went outside the mausoleum as she saw a flock of their relatives enter the now crowded venue. Her assistant and bodyguard, Kisaka, opened an umbrella for the German princess and followed her as she went towards the secluded park adjacent the cemetery.
Wyanet urged her bodyguard to allow her to play in one of the park's tree's swing but the South American native didn't allow her for it might ruin the pink flamboyant frizzy dress that her governess made for her.
"Cagalli will rattle at you if you ruined her work of art." Kisaka explained to the 7-year-old.
"But it's no fun if I don't play today. Please, Kisaka, please!"
Wyanet was about to make a decision for unstoppable tantrums when she noticed a young boy looking at her and her companion.
"Who's there?" She asked the stranger but Kisaka was quick enough to block her view of the boy.
The boy, about a few inches taller than her, emerged in sight. He walked towards Wyanet and Kisaka but soon stopped a few yards away from them for fear of being assaulted by Kisaka.
"Wanna play?" he asked the Wyanet. The boy had dirty bronze hair, ruffled by the wind, and violet eyes that easily captivated a now curious German princess.
Wyanet asked Kisaka if she could 'communicate' with the boy. The older man hesitated but soon after nodded in approval.
Wyanet answered a cheerful YES! to the boy who now looked as if he saw an angel descend upon heaven that blasted him like a meteor explosion. The two went towards the mahogany tree surrounded by colorful wildflowers. Near the tree stood a majestic fountain that seem to look like the accentuate the beauty of the park. A nearby river gloriously flows nearby.
"Is that dress your wearing new? Because if it is, I suggest you change to a more appropriate one." The boy said to Wyanet who was currently marveling at the beauty of the garden.
"But I have nothing else to wear. I didn't bring luggage since our house is nearby." Wyanet replied though she was sort of amazed at how the boy had such flawless vocabulary.
"Wait a minute, before anything else, I would like to introduce myself. My name's Kira. I'm not from here but from another country."
"My name's Wyanet Von Bielfeld! I'm from here originally and I like dolls and I like to play on the swing and…" Kira interrupted before she could utter another word.
"I know… You don't have to explain that much. It's not like I'm interviewing you or anything, your highness…"
"Wha-what did you call me?"
"Your highness?" Kira repeated curtsying and raising an eyebrow to a surprised Wyanet.
"How did you know who I am? Wait! Are you one of those stupid government people my mother hired o play with me? Cause if you are I'm not going to play with you!"
"Don't misunderstand me. I just know many things. Don't be alarmed I'm not German remember? I don't work for anyone. And in any case I'm just a kid afterall."
"Well, do you swear that you're not?"
"Promise, Wyanet Von Bielefeld."
Wyanet's smile twinkled in her face once again.
"Just Wyanet. Oh, what are we going to do about my wardrobe? My governess is very 'artistic' that she made me look like a vase."
Kira let out a laugh. Wyanet joined in noticing that she found her comment funny as well. She seemed to be comfortable with this unknown companion of hers.
Kira was wearing a pure black jacket and underneath black shorts and a long-sleeved white shirt. He took off his jacket to be given to Wyanet.
"Here. Wear this, instead of that." He gave the jacket to Wyanet which was two sizes bigger than her.
Wyanet agreed and went behind the trunk of the mahogany to change.
"There. What do you think?" She said after changing, twirling around in full view.
"Sloppy, big yet practical." Kira commented.
"I don't understand what you mean."
"It's alright for a girl. Anyways shouldn't you tie your hair? it's very long."
"Stop commenting on my physical features and let's go play."
Wyanet grabbed Kira by the hand and both went playing in the park all day long…
After a few hours of endless ring-around-the-posies, the two finally settled down under the mahogany breathing heavily. Kira, who didn't seem half as tired as Wyanet, sat up looking at an exhausted Wyanet.
"So what does a princess like you do?"
"Well the things that a normal princess usually do like…" Wyanet twirled around and showed off her graceful ballroom moves to Kira.
"Don't you find it tedious to keep being in status quo with the whole royal charade?" Kira asked her.
"Can you please rephrase? I'm only seven years old so I'm not really that smart with words particularly English."
"I mean why do you try to be like a simple normal princess when you can turn into someone that's more 'exciting'?" Kira stood up.
"You see, I find the royal life pretty tiring and usually the same in every country. I thought German royals have different traditions but I suppose yours is not that different."
Shocked by Kira's words, Wyanet stood up and tried to face him. Although she tried so hard to look upset by the boy's words, her face showed awe at how handsome Kira's face is. The contours of his face seemed to complement his dark tinted eyes and his bronze hair was in sync with his tea-colored skin.
"Why do you care so much at what royals like US do?" Wyanet backfired as she went by the center fountain, eyeing Kira in full.
"It's nothing. I'm just very curious that's all." Kira replied as he went near Wyanet to look at the leaves that lay damp on the fountain's water base.
"And don't deny it, I know you're curious too, I mean we are children." Kira added.
"I don't think you still are a child." Wyanet stopped herself from being all-too-curious of the boy and pretended to be uninterested all the while.
"First, because you use too much HIGH English words that doesn't seem to make sense to me. I find it hard to understand our talk, I think only half of it truly makes sense. Second you act so much like an adult. I mean how old are you? Twenty or Thirty? You act so much like my know-it-all uncle. And lastly you know too much. No child can act and think like you do. And I think you're an Englishman, a Brit-e-sh, or those people who are very good in speaking English."
Kira amazed at how the young girl thought of such details seemed more intrigued than ever.
"You say I'm not a kid with your accusations yet don't you think your vocabulary is a little high-sounding as well. Also if you didn't fully understood our conversation then how can you 'think' that thoroughly? And also I'm nine years old, and its British by the way not Brit-e-sh, and no I'm not from those nationalities you've spoke of." Kira replied answering all of Wyanet's queries.
"But still…"
"Hmm?"
"Ok I give up. I am VERY curious to know WHAT exactly are you?"
"What do you mean? I'm just an average person or 'kid' like you."
Wyanet circled Kira twice eyeing him from head to foot seeming to examine the boy's physical features.
"I know you are. But you seem very different. I mean you are not like the other kids I play and talk with. You don't act normal too."
"I guess you could say I'm strange just like what other people always have." Kira said his head bowing, almost ashamed of himself. He looked away from Wyanet and just gazed at the river flowing freely amongst the banks.
"What do you mean, 'always have'?" Wyanet stood in front of him, almost pitying his weary-looking face.
"People always perceive me as different, aside from the normal people. I'm very tired of listening to the same comments about me. And you've made it clear that I'm really that such a kind of a person. I thought you were different amongst them but I've guessed wrong. You're just like the usual people, those who don't see or think before they act. Or a norm as they say…"
A sharp stabbing pain wiped Kira's left cheek as Wyanet's hand flashed from below her waist. She slapped him. Tears flowed the German princess' emerald eyes as she glared at the boy's violet ones.
"How could you say that? How could you judge someone by his or her words? You're so prejudiced just like those people I've met. You don't care how someone feels about your words. So what if I said those comments. At least I speak what I know. You for all I care, are someone who is very… very… I don't even know the right word to use! If that's what you think then I don't want to be friends with someone like you!" Wyanet fired at Kira who was very astonished by the girl's rebuttal.
Kisaka ran towards the two children alarmed by the sudden rise of their voices.
"Your highness, is something wrong?" he asked Wyanet who was already in crying mode when she briskly removed Kira's jacket and threw it at him.
"Nothing's wrong. I just made a super wrong mistake!" Wyanet shouted, Kira almost embarrassed by the presence of the older man.
"let's go, Kisaka. Nine-year old boys are so BORING." Wyanet ushered Kisaka to go back to the mausoleum uninterested whether Kira was looking at her or not.
xxXxx
Von Bielefeld Manor- Grand Ballroom
Princess Wyanet's Debut to society
Royalties garbed in various drapes and foreign clothes entered the ornate doors leading to the lavish ballroom of the Von Bielefeld family, the main feature that outstands many of the current era's palaces. Every royal family in the continental Europe, including ambassadors of far eastern nations and dukes, duchesses, lords, ladies, counts, and countesses all came to witness the new child of the fortunate and flamboyant German rulers.
The ballroom almost seemed like that of a modern fairytale. Gold can almost be seen in any direction of the room. A majestic staircase winding from the entryway down to the dancefloor dominated as centerpiece of the room. Golden curtains draped the sky-high pillars and columns, tables in gold cloth were set towards the sides to give room for dances. A lifesize fountain takes away any person's breath as they enter the room. Musicians in the corner, a luminescent and large chandelier, and gold fabricated silverware and dinnerware are all to be seen in the midst of the party.
Almost every person in the known royal world was present. No one wanted to miss the occasion for it was also an opportune moment to mingle with the higher-ups of the royal world.
But amidst the now ongoing soiree in the main ballroom, there leaves the bedroom of the princess who until that moment still hasn't prepared for the said party.
"This is so boring. Why a party? It's so… so…so..!!"
Knock knock
Wyanet turned towards the doorway and saw the angelic face of her mother leaning on the doorframe.
"What's taking you so long? Why aren't you prepared yet, sweetheart?" the German monarch sat beside her daughter who seemed preoccupied in fiddling with her mother's elaborate gown rather than be mindful of the cares of the night.
"I'm not THAT stupid, mother. I know what's going to happen tonight and I don't like it one bit."
"Well, why not?" Celi looked innocently at her daughter's remarks.
Wyanet stood up, nightgown falling down to her ankles and faced her mother.
"Why? Why? Well, because it's very wrong and stupid and… mother?! Lying to entire world?! What did I do wrong to have this on me? Why should I do this? No one is telling me, not William, not uncle, not even Kisaka!"
"There are something's in our world you will only understand when you're already grown-up. I can't tell you the reason now."
"Why? Just tell me! Father always used to tell me everything. Why can't you?!"
A sharp stinging pain washed her face as Wyanet turned again to her now exasperated mother.
"You'll know the reason. And as for now, I'll only tell you that your father also told me to do this for it's the right way to keep our family in place."
Celi walked away towards the door. Wyanet, left in tears, started having tantrums that she already made up her mind not to go to the party.
After a while, a knock came upon her door again.
"Your highness, please open the door. It is me, Kisaka."
"Go away! I hate you! I hate everybody!" Wyanet's voice broke, sorrow obvious in her current condition.
"But princess I brought you an eager visitor to whom I know you also want to see."
Wyanet's head shot up as an unknown stranger is there waiting with Kisaka just outside her door.
"Leave but the visitor stays." She ordered.
"Yes, princess." Kisaka said before turning to another person. "You may go in now."
The door quietly opened and soft footsteps entered Wyanet's bed chamber. Wyanet almost screeched with the knowledge of who the visitor was.
"Kira!"
Young Kira was garbed in a boy-style tuxedo that seemed to suit him well. Black tie, black shoes, seemed well enough for the situation. But that wasn't enough, he was also carrying something blue in his left hand.
"Princess Wyanet," he said reaching and finally kissing the princess' hand. "It is an honor to see you again… in your nightwear." He said smiling goofily.
"How dare YOU come back after what happened in the park?! I didn't want to see you again." The princess made an effort to push Kira towards the door, but her fragile hands did not match the strong, young body of the boy.
"Careful, your highness, you said "didn't". So you do want to see me, at least, now?
"Watch your tongue, foreigner, or it may be the cause of your death!"
"Oh, I'm scared of a defenseless, and not to mention, tiny princess." Kira joked as he measured the princess' height and compared to his, visually marking his chin.
"Go away! I don't want to talk to anyone right now." Wyanet said turning away.
"But I thought, this party was for your coming out. OR was it?"
"It's none of your business. Just leave me be."
Kira went in front of her and forced her to look at him.
"What's the matter? Are you crying?"
Wyanet didn't realize but tears made themselves present in her eyes and poured down the length of her cheek.
"It's hard to understand. And they said it's a royal secret."
"I can keep up."
"Just leave."
"I won't until you tell me."
Wyanet taking hold of the boy's arms, tried her best to convince him that when a German says know, he or she means it. But, unfortunately, the boy did not yield.
"Just tell me, I've got time. But you got to be quick since you still need to dress up for your party." Kira urged the princess to tell him what's wrong and she finally gave up and confessed.
"That's part of it, I'm not going."
"Why not?"
"Because… because…"
Kira adjusted himself to look more like a secret-keeper and innocent as he comforted the princess from her sudden panic because of the release of the truth.
Taking a deep breath, the young girl continued.
"I'm not going because… it's embarrassing."
"That's all?" Kira said disbelieving.
"Of course not, don't you want to know the reason why?"
"Well, of course."
"I don't want to go to the party, because… because…"
"Is it really that hard to say it? Are you afraid of many people looking at you, because it's not that bad you know, all you have to do is walk and- "
"…I have to be dressed as a boy!"
Kira surprised at what the girl exalted asked, "Do I hear you right? Did you say "dress as a boy?"
"Even you find it funny"
"No, of course not, so what you're saying is you don't want to go to this party because… you don't want to be seen as a boy?"
"Not only that! They said after this night I have to be dressed as a boy all my life! And to pretend like one as well!"
No one spoke after Wyanet's outburst. But Kira broke the silence soon enough.
"What's their reason for letting you do so?" Concerned violet eyes peered down towards weary emerald ones.
"Mother, won't tell me. She says I'm still young."
"And what do you think, why they make you do this sort of thing?"
"I don't know! How should I know! I'm only a little girl!"
Kira walked nearer the confused princess, hands on her shoulders.
"Exactly. They know you're still young so maybe it's best you don't know the reason yet. But did you ever think they do these things because of the common knowledge that they love you?"
"I said I don't know."
"I'm not intruding or anything but what I think it's best to follow your parents. They're the closest ones all of us have and I know, based on my experience, they will never do something to hurt you."
Wyanet continued to cry. But warm hands soon washed away the cool tears on the girl's face.
"I love mother. And I don't want to disobey her. But this is too hard." Wyanet sobbed on Kira's now-wet tuxedo.
"I know. But here's a secret I'll tell you. When we first met, the Wyanet I perceived was someone strong and determined. Now that Wyanet is gone. Will you help me find her?"
"What do you mean?"
"What I mean is you're strong enough to be able to do this and if you want I'll help you all the way."
"Really?"
"Truly."
Wyanet hugged the young boy all too aware that both of them were blushing.
"Uhm…Thank you Kira."
"Always a pleasure."
"Uhm, Kira?"
"Yes, your highness?"
"Could you go now, because I still have to dress?"
Kira released her hold of the princess and darted toward the door. He winked and shot off like the wind leaving the princess, to a blushful moment.
X
Many were already wondering why the German royals haven't shown up yet, all except for Duke Stoffel and Prince Wilhelm. But, everyone halted as the ornate doors opened to reveal the presence of the monarch and her child. Kira, among the audience, looked up as well.
"Presenting, Her majesty, Queen Cecilie Von Bielefeld, and… her son, his royal highness, Prince Wolfram Von Bielefeld!" The announcer exalted as two majestic figures entered the room.
The queen was wearing a flamboyant gown with a large magenta ribbon of some sort and her hair curled down to her waist. The boy beside her had the same golden blonde hair and emerald eyes that shone amidst the enamoring atmosphere of the ballroom. The prince "Wolfram" strode elegantly towards the seat waiting for him in the front of the room. He was wearing a white suit with blue collar markings and his hair was short almost the same as that of the previous king's.
Kira knew immediately who the prince was.
"Wyanet."
"Master?" A voice called from behind the young boy.
"Oh it's nothing Mu. Just something I remembered." Kira replied to his loyal attendant.
"Enjoying yourself, Kira?" Someone said from behind Mu. Kira recognized the person as Mu's fiancée, Murrue Ramius.
"I'm rather blissful right now." He said to his two concerned attendants.
A tinkle of glass was heard in the entire room. The Queen rose from her throne and so did the German court.
"A toast, to my son, Prince Wolfram!"
All those in the room toasted and music once again filled the air. Dancing and dancing, all the people seemed to welcome the prince into the world of politics in a joyful mood. The prince rose and walked towards the dancefloor, together with his mother.
The dance was a waltz. The German specialty. The prince danced with his mother graciously, and soon switched with other dance partners. Unknown to Wyanet, Kira was watching her every move.
In the corner of her eye, Wyanet saw Kira rose and went towards the left-wing balcony. Wyanet excused herself from her dance partner, Elizabeth, and followed the boy.
The balcony overlooked the entire city as below it is situated the Von Bielefeld's beautiful center garden. Lights of the city and starlight were the only ones laminating the small area of the balcony. A staircase on the side led to the garden.
"Kira." The pretend-prince called for his missing friend.
"Here!" A voice called from below the balcony.
Wyanet almost ran towards the garden and there in the gazebo she saw him.
Kira looked almost too beautiful in the nightlight. He looked at Wyanet and ushered her to come stand beside him. Wyanet did so ever willingly and soon stood comfortably near him.
"Uhm, do you think I look weird?" Wyanet asked the boy innocently.
Kira laughed a warm laugh and looked at the then-princess, "Not at all. You look fairly good too."
Wyanet slapped him in the arm.
"Ow!"
"It's your fault!"
"Actually I think you still look beautiful. I miss your long hair though."
"Really?"
Kira nodded and fished something out of his pocket. Something gold and shiny was what it looked like and he took her hand and placed it.
"What is this?"
"It's my family's heirloom. I want you to keep it."
"Heirloom? What's that?"
"Nothing just something passed down that's all. Anyway keep it. I want you to have it because I promised myself that my new friend will have it. Not only are you my new friend but also a comforting and valuable part of my life."
"I don't understand what you mean, but thank you. It's lovely." It was a necklace adorned by a golden diamond sapphire pendant.
"As lovely as you are."
Wyanet, knew heat was flushing in her cheeks so she decided to look away in Kira's eyes.
"I'm leaving Germany by the way. Tonight."
"What?!"
"My parents called for me and I'm needed at our home so I'm leaving."
"You can't go. We've only met! Stay here with me."
Kira took Wyanet's hands into his and kissed them.
"I can't no matter how much I will it to be. But I know someday we'll see each other again. That necklace I gave you, it's a promise."
"You can't leave." Wyanet braced the hands of her friend but soon released him.
"Why?"
"Goodbye, Wyanet. See you, when we're older, my princess." Kira departed, followed by his attendants.
Wyanet sank in her knees and cried.
"A promise." She breathed amidst the cold air now entering her lungs.
And that was the night, Wyanet Von Bielefeld was no more, the night Kira left, the night Chronos moved into action, and the night Wolfram Von Bielefeld was born.
xxXxx
7 years later…
Berlin Harbor
Wyanet was told of the secret her family hid from her through a letter sent by her mother when the princess (or should I say prince) boarded a ship towards a country called Japan.
My dearest Wolfram,
Long have I hid from you the truth. But now in your fifteenth birthday, I say to you the secret your father told me before he departed his life. Chronos, an organization seeking to obtain the German throne, wanted to hunt down the family of Von Bielefeld. I don't know why and how. Your father discovered one of their secrets, that is, the daughter of his would be subject to marry a certain person that would lead to the contrivances soon be brought up after the said union of souls. Knowing this, your father, sought of a plan to keep you from being brought out but unfortunately, the news of your birth spread. The only thing to do now is hide your sexuality and hope that your new identity bring peace in your life.
Your father hypothesized that Chronos, knowing our last child is a boy, they would immediately perceive of William as the new heir. Now they will seek to destroy him. William is strong and instructed already by your father ever since. So there is no complication in his future.
Now you are sent to go to Japan that hopefully you may find it peaceful as the other countries you've visited, of which you find no delight with. I hope you forgive me and know that I love and all I want is for you to be happy.
P.S.
Burn this paper and scatter the ashes in the sea. Be in peace, my dear and know that we all love you…
Your mother,
Celi
xxXxx
Emperor's Palace, Japan
Present time
'What a weird dream.' Wyanet thought to herself as she awoke in her sakura-scented room.
"It's time to face a new day again."
A/N: Hehe very OOC…What do you think of Wyanet-slash-WolframXKira pairing? I so love Kira Yamato and Yuuri! Fine, for Megan, I like Wolfie too, and thanks for motivating me this evening to call up my sis and upload this. Anyways let me know what you think! Review! Review! BTW, please read the prologue again for certain changes have been made due to incoherent ideas. Gomen. ^-^ For my tomodachis, Faye and Athena!
-K. LawlietCullen