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King Min Yoongi stood in the middle of endless plains, grass reaching up to his waist as his robes billowed in the wind. The Reckoning Tree was the only thing in the landscape - split in half but still standing. That could only mean one thing; he was in the Yudao Plains. The sun shone high in the sky, though he couldn't feel the heat. The wind, neither cool nor warm, pushed him in the direction of the ruined temple where butterflies flittered all around it. 

He was unsure how he got there.

He couldn't quite remember the events leading up to his arrival.

He simply woke up in the middle of the plains.

Perhaps it was a dream.

But it didn't feel so.

Glancing down at himself, it suddenly occured to him that his robes were red and gold and his hands...? Yoongi held them up in front of his face. The skin was smooth and not a single cell was dry. His wedding ring shone brightly on his left hand. 

"Your Highness."

The King whipped around, surprised by the presence of a young man in green robes - the type that the head astronomer wore thousands of years ago.

"Gion...?"

"That's right." he replied, "Call me Taehyung, Your Highness."

Yoongi glanced back down at his hands before bringing them up to touch his face. His fingers ran over smooth, plump skin without the scratch of his stubble. Taehyung watched closely as the King examined himself, not questioning anything, though confusion was all over his expression.

That confusion slowly turned to realisation.

Taehyung gave the King a warm, apologetic smile as their eyes met.

"Was it bad?"

"No, Your Highness."

"Will my sons be okay?"

"You don't have anything to worry about."

"Oh..." Yoongi breathed. "I didn't... did I?"

"No."

"That's a relief, then."

"Are you ready?"

"Yes."

Taehyung held his arm out, gesturing for Yoongi to follow him. The two men strolled through the windy plains, grass tickling their hands. Yoongi looked to the horizon - there was nothing but grass for miles and miles - the Yudao Plains seemingly infinite. It was an odd part of New Revenet, one of the places that held ancient secrets and felt like it was the on the edge of the world. The sky was limitless, slowl