Jolavania || MJ FanFiction

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Michael sat up in the hospital bed after he heard a knock on the door. "Yeah?" he called out as the doctor walked in while carrying a clipboard.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"I'm feeling alright, the pain in my neck is going away slowly, and my stomach pain is gone."

"That's good. I just wanted to let you know that your test results came back with all clear signs across the board. You should be good to be discharged by the end of the day!" the doctor replied as he smiled.

"Oh wow, that's great!" Michael exclaimed. "I can't wait to get back home to my family."

"I know how excited you must be Mr. Jackson. I'll leave you alone now." the doctor said as he turned and walked back out of the room.

Michael let out a sigh of relief as he settled back under the blankets and closed his eyes. He was so comfortable that he didn't notice some semi dark clouds enveloping Akasha as she moved into the room. This was the closest she had ever gotten to Michael ever since he first wound up here. As she stood right next to the bed, she noticed how sharp his jawline was, and how the skin on his face looked smooth. He looked so gorgeous, she didn't know that anyone up here on Earth could've looked THIS good! She took her hand and ran it through his dark, curly hair, feeling the softness of it and threading them in between her fingers. Her nails ran across his scalp, which elicited a low hum from Michael, prompting her to gasp and pull her fingers out of his hair. She froze as his eyes opened, and fear flashed in them as he let out a shout. Akasha jumped back a bit.

"Who the hell are you? And why are you in here?" Michael asked, putting his hand on his chest.

"I'm Akasha, I was sent here by my father to see who my future husband is. I have to say, I'm quite impressed that he picked you, otherwise -"

"Excuse me? Future husband?" Michael questioned, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Why yes, my future husband, you will be ruling all of Jolavania with me after all. My father chose you specifically to be my king." Akasha exclaimed as she walked around the cold, dim hospital room hearing her heels clicking against the marble flooring. She made her way over to where his personal belongings sat on the chair in the far corner of the room, and she brushed her hand against the cotton fabric of his silver shirt and buckles.

"This sounds absurd, me being a king of a world I don't know? This sounds too good to be true. I don't think I can believe you."

"What's not to believe?"

"First of all, what kind of name for a city is Jolavania?"

"Country, not city." Akasha corrected him.

"Second, how is it that I've never heard of Jolavania before? I've toured all around the world." Michael said.

"That's because it's not a country you can find on a map."

"If it's not on a map, then how would I even get to this country?" Michael asked.

"Well, why don't you come with me and I'll show you?" Akasha replied, holding her hand out.

"I don't know," Michael said as he sat up in bed. "Why should I trust you?"

Akasha sighed. "I don't want to let my father down." she said. "He's sick, and I initially didn't want to do this at first, but I had to come to my senses and think about what was best for the family and the country."

"I know exactly how that feels." Michael said. "My father was real tough on me and my brothers when we were making it big. At times, I wanted to just quit, but I got better and better over time."

"So you understand why I need you to come along with me, then."

Michael nodded and then took her hand. "Yeah, I do. I'm ready." he said, getting out of bed.

"Great, let's get out of here. It's so...lifeless in here." Akasha said, and Michael chuckled. "Hold on tight."

"Tight for whaaaaa-?" Michael exclaimed as the dark clouds enveloped them, and they were soon teleported out of the room and through the depths of the Earth, soon reaching Jolavania. Akasha teleported her and Michael to the castle's foyer. Michael stopped screaming as his eyes took in the beauty and old timey feel of the interior. Akasha led Michael through the castle, and he was impressed.

Once they reached Akasha's father's bedroom, she knocked on the door.

"Come in!" Draven called out, and she twisted the knob on the door, opening it before taking a step inside. Michael followed behind her.

"Ah, I see you've found your new king. How are you, Michael? I'm Draven." He introduced himself as he sat up in bed and weakly extended out his hand to him. Michael took it and shook his hand. Draven started to cough in his other arm, his skin turning a greyish color from his sickness and his body getting skinnier over time.

"It's nice to meet you, sir. If you don't mind me asking, what happened to you?" Michael asked in a concerned tone.

Draven let out a chuckle and looked Michael directly in the eyes. "It's called the Zimeka virus. It's very common in my family, and the only cure is a potion. It was made by a scientist who lives far away from here. His name is Blackwin, and he's very, how can I put this? He's very possessive of his work and his potions. The only way to retrieve it is to prove how worthy you are of retrieving it from his home, and he will put you to the test."

"So how can I help?" Michael asked as he kneeled down next to the bed, listening intently to his words.

"Well, in order for you to show me how worthy you are to be king, you and Akasha will go and find Blackwin's home, speak to him, and grab the potion. But it won't be easy."

Draven explained the game plan and where they should find him along with what the potion looked like before sending them on their way.

"Be careful, my sweet daughter, and please watch over your king and keep him safe too."

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