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Sick of all these people talking, sick of all this noise.
Tired of all these cameras flashing, sick of being poised...
Lights. So bright and blinding. Music. Loud and resonating. Crowd. Cheering and chanting.
That was Yoongi's life now. Constant move, always practicing and cameras flashing everywhere. That's what he and he band aspired to become after all. They reigned the stage as their fans became more and more every single day. It was all good but tiring at the same time-constant tours meant constant practice, fighting jet lags and still pulling off the greatest shows and brightest smiles. Sometimes they needed a breath of fresh air.
- Get out of that dark thinking corner you've stuffed yourself into,Yoongi. I know that look.-RM's voice took the man out of his mind palace as how they joked.
- You know me too well.
- Yes,and I advise you to start getting ready-we have to be at the airport real soon.
-Are we leaving now?-Jungkook's head peaked into the backstage room where the older men were.
- Yes.
- Awesome-can't wait to go to Newark.-flashing his bunny smile and funny English the boy went off to tell the others.
- Grumps, be done it half an hour.-with that RM left the room as well.
Yoongi got ready quite quickly and sat down to think a little, after every concert there was this emptiness that formed-no matter how tired of all of this he could be, he always missed the thrill afterwards. It was comparable only to an addict getting his fix. Chasing these thoughts away, he went to join his bandmates and the staff taking off to the airport. Having mastered the art of napping in the loudest places (aka near Hoseok) he slept through the ride. As they reached it, there of course were hoards of fans-waving, screaming, taking photos as usual. They were used to it, though none of them forgot from where they started-when they were just another unnoticed and uncertain group with little to no fans. Fascinating, wasn't it-to see the progress they made.
Anyways, back on track-the boys passed airport security as fast as possible not to miss their flight. Getting in the aircraft and spotting their seats in the back of first class, they sat-Yoongi of course next to the chatterbox going by the name of JHope. As his bandmates were discussing with excitement their next stop to the 'Wings' tour, Yoongi decided it would be great to nap again. Just as he was closing his eyes he saw something in the distance-a flash maybe or just his eyes playing tricks on him. Whatever...
And he fell asleep unsuspecting a thing. What could go wrong?
I'm headed straight for the castle,
They've got the kingdom locked up...
Somewhere in the distance an echoing noise was heard. Yoongi moved- Was that turbulence?-but a rustling was heard and a very uncomfortable feeling of soil and moist.
What the hell....
As he opened his eyes he was no longer on KoreanAir's plane but on the ground...next to ruins?!
When did we land?! No one told me?! What the...that's not the US!
-What in the name of the holy rap trinity is this?!-he mumbled.
This wasn't Newark surely...heck this didn't look 21st century to begin with. As he got up, patted himself to check is he is intact, he looked at his surroundings-ruins, ivy everywhere-it seemed abandoned....or more likely destroyed.
- This way!
Yoongi looked around to be met with some guard-like men looking at him just as weirdly as he himself was looking at them.
- Who are you?! Probably the Silla are sending him. They ravaged enough for Baal's sake!
- Silla?! Baal?! What the hell are those?
- Don't play dumb!!
- But, Attis, look at him...he can't be from them. He looks so unearthly...-the younger looking one of them said.- Could he be....could he be the answer to our prayers?!-the gasp and the hope in the boy's eyes was painfully prominent.
- Сополите на краля!! You have a point. Could he be...?-and the man,supposedly Attis, turned slowly to Yoongi who still had no clue whatsoever on what was going on.
Flashback
The royal servants had gathered at the old and now almost destroyed part of the castle.
- We need to do something. The Silla's attacks are increasing, our old man is almost no good...-the desperation in the maid's voice was too noticeable to be dismissed,and sadly,she had a point.
- Why don't we do the ritual as how I suggested days ago?-the shaman asked.
Usually, no one would pay him the slightest bit of attention,but at this point they had no other option.
- Let's do that. We have nothing to loose anymore.-Attis, the royal guard said,shaking his head.
The shaman was glad someone finally listened and went out go gather his necessities. The ritual itself didn't require anything special-his hearbs, some incense and his old books. He always said that to summon the Great Gods one didn't need too much-the human desperation was enough.
Current time
- That must be some of Hwanin's reincarnations! He came!-the younger boy jumped up and down,then fell on his knees.
- Please, Grand God Hwanin, will you be kind enough to save our kingdom from the Silla? We will be forever grateful.-Attis reluctantly fell on his knees too.
Are those on some mushrooms? What are they talking about?- the singer thought.
- You are our last hope!
For some reason Yoongi remembered the text to one of his own songs-these men,especially the Attis one, didn't look like guys who give up easily, or asked for help, so for them to fall on their knees to a stranger (mind you! who himself had little to no idea what was going on still, given that ,yeah his fans called him handsome and all, but god-that was a little too much)-the situation seemed to be dire.
No no not today
Not yet a day to die
It's too good day
- What could I possibly do?
- Изравни Сила със земята! Тези..-the youngster spoke quickly in their language which sounded like total gibberish to Yoongi.
- Shut up, Astare. Forgive his lack of control, Hwa-
- Don't call me that; it's Yoongi. My name is Yoongi.
- Umm, yes Hw-Yoongi. As I was saying, Silla have been attacking us for years now, our King...he is how do I say this, almost a goner. He was a tyrant sure, not a single person likes him, but at least the others feared him and the army just as much.
- And yet what am I expected to do? Overthrow him and end some sort of war?!
- Pretty much.
- Are you out of your minds? I mean, I'm an artist not a magician.
- Оо сополите на краляя! You are a Grand God-help us somehow please.
Just as Yoongi was about to retort (These people need help...though this looks very...medieval. Could this be...real?) a horn was heard.
- For Baal's sake!
- What's this, an attack?!
-No.-Attis spoke shaking his head again.-Just all the land found out our King is officially dead... We'll probably follow very soon.
- Dead?!
- Told you, he is a goner. That means you'd only have to stop Silla.-Astare interjected.
- Ahh yes...ONLY...as if that's like taking candy from Hoseok.
- Ho...what is that?
- Forget it. How about you give me a little insight on what the hell is going down here?!
- Simple. Our King was on a verge of death-now a goner. Silla's king wants our land because of the water-there's been a drought here and it hit Silla way stronger than us. Now, unless you do something, they'll be having the green light to annihilate us.
- Unbelievable.
How am I supposed to face an entire army all alone? Why am I even in this situation?! Ughh, what would RM do now?! And Yoongi used the walk around the ruined part of the castle to think of something very quick-otherwise many people would die. It was that moment when he realized how important this was...and no matter what kind of funny stuff JHope might have fed him to have this hallucinations,he had to do something.
Aim your gun! Ready! Fire!
At it clicked!!! Thank goodness RM's weird "light reads". Yoongi remembered having asked his bandmate what he was reading, which turned out to be some sort of history book on medieval weapons.
Ahhh, what was it called...fou...four...no...foulgasse!! Just as te man was struggling to recall how it was made, Astare's question helped.
- When will the alchemist make the black powder?
- We should have some by tomorrow, I believe.-Attis reaponded.
Black powder, or what we now call gunpowder and an uneven rock is all you need, and a spark and boom-something real close to a grenade. RM's voice came up in his head.
- That's it! And I'm sure I can scare them off quick without too many casualties. I'm not Min Genius for nothing.
The two guards turned to look at him strangely.
- You want to evade the war,right? I know how to help you. We'll use the horn signal. Those Silla guys will come and we'll be ready.
- Той наистина е бог!!
- Whatever you just said I'll take it as a compliment. All I need is for you to go to this "alchemist" or whoever and get the powder today. Call the others to gather uneven rocks and tourches. I'll make the rocks explode.
The men shared a look, which at first was doubtful, but somewhere there was hope.
- Astare, run to Ad'ha and get the powder. I'll call up the servants-we'll get the rest. Be quick,Silla were waiting for the King's death-they'll try to raid us soon.
- Yes,sir!
And with that the boy took off.
The older men sped up to the intact part of the castle to be met with a mess of a staff-some servants were shaken to the core, others-blank, some panicking as well, all their voices covering one another. Yoongi watched this and thought quick again-he needed them sane.
- Silence. I'm ughh what was his name..Hwanin? one of Hwanin's reincarnations and I will help you but I need your cooperation. Bring me uneven rocks and tourches. NOW!
Everyone looked up to the short male in surprise. Attis, next to him followed.
- You want Silla to take over?! You heard him! Мърдайте!
And suddenly there were moving bodies everywhere. Everyone were getting ready to help somehow. In the chaos Astare showed up red from running.
- Ahh this old guy will hate me forever. Anyways, I got some, but not as much as he was going to have tomorrow.
- That's enough.
And everyone's suspicions were correct, Silla were like vultures.
- Ha, good to see you Attis, дърто куче такова.
- Piss off.
- Ahh still the same, I see. Well, your King is dead so I kindly offer you to be your new King.-his greasy smile was nauseous.
- Ha. Try again.
- You know this means war and what do you have....nothing!
- We have a Grand God, задник такъв!-Astare couldn't hold back anymore.
- A Grand God? Ha, Attis, you give youngsters opium or what?
- He's not joking.
With that they stepped aside to reveal Yoongi, who wasn't very ready for dramatic entry like that but did he have a choice.
- This is your God? He is...shorter then my horse!
Now, if the guy hadn't said that Yoongi would've thought about negotiations but not anymore.
- Who the hell are you calling short!-and with that Yoongi got one of the rocks filled with gunpowder in the uneven parts, near a tourch and threw as hard as possible. The thing blew up really fast but his goal was complete-he looked as if he made a rock explode and scared off the said horse which threw the burnt enemy king on the ground.
- You want my wrath on you?! I'll make every rock you set foot on explode! Do you want your people dead?! I will haunt you.-Yoongi bluffed right then and there hoping his intimidating glare and aura do the job.
Attis and the others were ready to engage in a fight immediately but were pleasantly surprised to see the fear in the just nоw smug face of the Silla ruler.
- You! I don't know what you did but I'll come back! And you all will pay!!
And ashamed he left with whoever of his men stayed since some ran even before that.
- Ha.
- Did they take off?! It's over! Finally!
And happiness spread through the people.
- But who will be our new King?-someone from the back asked.
- Our savior, of course!
- Ahh, no. This..this is not my place. And Attis here looks as good enough choice, at least until you all decide.-and Yoongi patted the older man.
No one minded since there wasn't anyone fitting better than him.
- Take this-a small token of thanks and a reminder of us.-an old man stepped up handing the "Grand God" a dark crystal.
- No need of this really. But now all I want is sleep, honestly.
Maybe it was the adrenaline, or the lack thereof after it was over, but suddenly the tiredness caught up to him real quick.
- We all deserve a rest.
- We sure do.
And people started scattering slowly. The shorter man felt so tired that he just sat down as he started seeing black spots cloud his vision.
- Yoongi...Yoongi!-there was distant familiar voice.-Heyy, man!
- Ughh.
And when he opened his eyes he was met with Hoseok's bright smile.
- Dudee, you slept through the entire flight-turbulence and all, almost 14hrs. How you do it it's beyond me!
- I...I what..-Yoongi looked around and was met with the sight of the plane having landed in Newark, his bandmates almost out...as if nothing happned...if only it wasn't for the small black crystal he was clutching to as if for dear life. He smiled softly.
It's time to slay the Newark stage!