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The Lost Prince	By : joms_hp Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5649 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter 3: Awakening

Shinou Temple, Shinmakoku 16 years ago

The Oracle Room of the Shinou Temple is empty save for a lone figure standing in front of the remaining empty Forbidden Boxes.

"I thought I'd find you here," a voice said followed by the sound of the door closing. Murata approaches Shinou and stood beside him staring at the altar. "I have heard from Ulrike. Are you sure with what you intend to do?" the once Great Sage asked his once lord and friend.

Shinou sighed closing his eyes briefly and fixes his gaze upon the dome of the room. "Aa, it's the only way. Besides I think it is about time that I do this now,"

Murata's eyeglasses shined for a brief second and he grasped the shoulder of his friend to show his support. Shinou places his hand on top of Murata's and faces him. "Ima made arigatou na, bokuno Diakenja," (Thank you for everything, my Great Sage) he said in soft voice his eyes conveying everything that he wanted to say and while Murata gave him a smile.

Present, a day before

"… But I wonder if there is another way…" Murata said softly while gazing at the Seal of the Original King inside the Oracle Room at Shinou Temple. 'Sometimes your whims are more troublesome than they are worth…' a large hand grasped his shoulder and he looks up at the person behind him.

"I thought I'd find you here, Geika" Yozak said smiling down at the person he'd sworn loyalty too aside from the Maou.

Murata smile at the Guard of the Inner Circle, "Let's go to Blood Pledge Castle. By the way how's your mission?" Murata asked as they exit the temple. 'But no matter how whimsical they are I can't deny that they are very profitable,' he thought briefly while smiling at the fiery haired half-mazoku and intertwines his hand to Yozak's large ones.

'Matta auhi made, Shinou,' (Until we meet again, Shinou)

"What?! You sent my nephew to Shin Makoku in that kind of state?!" Shori yelled furiously.

"Shori, calm down will yah!" Dr. Rodriguez tried to placate the new Maou of Earth. "I didn't send him to Shin Makoku. Someone from there summoned him.

"But still you let him leave in that kind of state. Who knows what could have happened to him during that trip. What if he was transported far away from the capital or worse he was transported to Dai Shimaron," Shori ranted. Clearly he is agitated at the turn of events.

The disappointment that he was feeling coupled with his worry for the state the boy was in as reported by Dr. Rodriguez is enough to put the Earth Maou in to a full blown ranting spree coupled by his brother complex on full swing only this time instead of his baby brother he is worrying it is his nephew. "Damn you Ulrike! If something happens to my dear sweet little Seiichi she's going to pay!" he swore as he stormed out of the office.

"Rodriguez!" he barked at the hapless doctor. "Make arrangements for our trip," he ordered.

"Where to?"

"Shin Makoku," was the curt reply.

"Yare yare, I guess there is no stopping him this time," the doctor said as he scratches his head in frustration.

Outside Shori went to his car and drove back to his hotel room to prepare for his trip to Shin Makoku,

"Wait for me, Yuuri, Seiichi,"

"You really enjoy landing yourself in such pitiful situations, do you?"

"Who are you?"

"That doesn't matter. What you need to do is to wake up now,"

"I don't want to. It hurts to be awake,"

"Did I give you a choice?"

"…"

"Thought so. Now, WAKE UP!"

"Lady Ulrike… fountain…"

"… Royal… prince..."

" to inform blood…castle… Heika… wolf,"

"Ms Gisela… break… news… gently… prince… torch… palace,"

"…my lady,"

Voices flittered through Harry's sluggish consciousness. At first he tried to feel his surroundings without alerting who ever it is that is in the room with him. He knew he was not captured by the Order for the bed that he was lying on felt far more comfortable than his cot at Hogwarts Infirmary or the bed he had at Grimmauld Place nor was he captured by Voldemort. Also the language he was hearing – though for some peculiar reason he could understand them, seem unfamiliar. 'Where am I? What language is that? How come I could understand what they were talking about?' Similar questions flittered through his mind.

He tried to shift slightly to test whether or not he was tied up or not without alerting anybody inside the room he is in. Unfortunately as he did so pain shot up all through out his body and he can't help but emit a groan.

That alerted whoever was it that is with him inside the room, as he felt a cool hand soothed his feverish brow, "Shh… don't strain yourself too much you are safe now," said a soft motherly voice. Harry tried to open his eyes but they felt like lead. The gentle hand was replaced by a cool wash cloth wiping away the sweat on his forehead.

The soothing motion of the hand as well as the blessed coolness of the cloth over his heated skin threatened to lull him back to sleep. But despite the pain and the drowsiness he still tried to open his eyes just to see even a glimpse of the person he is with.

Taking a deep breath he tried to again open his eyes again only to succeed briefly only to be assaulted by the bright sunlight coming from the window. A rustle of cloth and the soothing voice came back, "You can open your eyes now the curtains are closed already,"

Tentatively he tried opening his eyes halfway; blinking away the blurriness of his vision he stared up to the person sitting by his side. He was mesmerized by the person's large amethyst eyes and the seemingly child like face.

"Who?" he rasped, his voice scratchy and weak to his ears and his throat felt as dry as the desert.

The little girl held up her hand and asked the maiden behind her for a glass of water. With a little help from another maiden the girl place the glass unto his lips so he may drink from it.

Feeling the cool liquid going down his parched throat feels wonderful. After finishing the whole glass he tried to talk again, "Who are you and where am I?" he asked his voice now less hoarse than before.

The child gave him a serene smile, "I am Ulrike the Genshi Miko of Shin Makoku and you are in the palace of Shinou the Original King of Shin Makoku," she said softly.

"Shin Makoku?"

"Yes, Shin Makoku or better known as the Great Demon Kingdom," she answered gently.

"I don't recall a place like that in England," he said. Ulrike giggled due to his cute quizzical expression.

"What?" he asked taking offence.

"I apologize," Ulrike said and composed herself, "You're not in England anymore nor on Earth,"

"Wha… What do you mean I am no longer on Earth?" Harry asked clearly bewildered with what is happening.

The child or what he thought at first was a child though he now had doubts about her age just gave him a smile. "Welcome home, Your Highness,"

Ulrike rushed towards the guest room of Shinoubiyo as soon as reports of an unconscious young man who was found by the fountain reached her. She burst through the room and was glad to see Gisela von Christ attending to the unconscious young man.

"How is he Gisela?" she asked as she approaches the healer.

"Ulrike-sama," Gisela bowed when she saw the miko and resumed her healing. "He is fine for now. I have healed most of his injuries but I am quite alarmed as to their extent and number. Clearly he has suffered a lot before getting here," she said while handing Ulrike a parchment containing the list of medications. "I have prescribed some medications for him as well as administered some of them. Here is the full report as to his condition," handing the miko a second parchment.

Ulrike glance at the report and can't help but be appalled by the young man's condition. "Ulrike-sama, if you don't mind me asking but who is he? I was told that he just appeared from the fountain. I am assuming that he came from Yuuri-heika's world," Gisela asked.

Ulrike took a deep calming breath as she approaches the bed and gently caressed the young man's forehead. "You are right Gisela-san he came from Yuuri-heika's world, he is none other than His Royal Highness Seiichi Kendrick von Bielefeld-Shibuya the Lost Prince of Shin Makoku,"

A gasped was heard from the healer due to this revelation. "We have to inform Blood Pledge Castle about this most especially His Majesty Yuuri-Heika and Prince Wolfram," she said ecstatic that finally the Crown Prince was found. Unable to hold her excitement upon the news Gisela ordered the maiden outside to prepare her horse.

Ulrike smiled at the Sergeant's enthusiasm, 'Finally he is back where he belongs,' she thought with a fond smile on her face. "Gisela-san," she called out to the healer as she was about to exit the room, "try to break the news to them gently. We don't want Prince Wolfram torching the whole palace due to his fury," she said with a smile.

"Yes, My Lady," Gisela said as she smiled and left the room back to Blood Pledge Castle with the good news.

As soon as Gisela left the room Ulrike heard a groan coming from the boy on the bed. She averted her attention back to her charge as she place as cool hand unto his burning forehead. "Shh… don't strain yourself too much you are safe now," she tried to sooth the teen. She could clearly see that the boy is trying rouse himself as she dabs his forehead with a washcloth to sooth his discomfort brought by his fever and injuries.

'Clearly this boy has suffered so much and I fear that he would still face yet more sufferings in the future,' she thought remorsefully as she continues to dab his forehead.

Meanwhile

A ship baring the seal of Seisakoku had just docked at the port of Shin Makoku. A tall young man stepped out of the ship, his long silver hair sway on gentle breeze behind his back while his mercury gaze sweeps the busy port. A small smile appearing on his face as he descends the stairs leading to the awaiting carriage below. He is followed by an equally blond man with a stately stature and by the looks of it clearly armed.

"Finally, we are here," the young man said to his companion, his soft baritone voice rolls of his lips like thick chocolate.

"Indeed we are," his companion replied.

TBC…

AN: I hope you would like this chapter. Enjoy! Please R&R!
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