“Run, Your Highness, I will try to stop them from coming in here!” the shadowed figure said in a whispered scream.

               “No!” Luhan felt himself answering. He can feel hot tears running down his cheek while reaching out to the figure. “No, you have to come with me!”

               “I need to help others, Your Highness. I can’t go with you,” the deep voice, despite his small and thin figure, told him. “Be safe for me, Young Prince.”

               “No! No you have to—“

               Luhan’s word was stopped when a pair of lips claimed his. The person beside him gasped loudly, but Luhan can feel himself not caring. He was to absorbed by the warm feeling of the kiss. It was too soon when the other pulled away, his thumb caressing Luhan’s cheek, wiping his tears away.

               “I’ll find you, I promise. I will find you and take you to Korea. So stay alive for me until then, My Prince.”

               “No.. Yi—“

               “Remember, My Prince, you are my earth and air. My water, my fire. I’ll die if you die. So stay alive. For me.”

15 years later..

“Are you Kris?”

“Depends on who’s asking,” the deep voice answered Luhan.