Let There Be Light ✔

The Sun

The naughty little wisp of fire drifts up in the air among the glowing dust motes, dancing along with them before it bids them goodbye to make its way into the Solar Palace. It is all still within the golden walls, for the inhabitants have fallen asleep.

Sneakily, with its light casting an eerie blue glow against the walls, the little wisp floats towards the direction of the emperor's room- but not before passing by the mortal servant's room. Without difficulty, it passes through the metal door and resurfaces in the other side.

"Chanyeol..."

The mortal stirs in his sleep, eyebrows furrowed and face screwing in response to the strange voice that he could not discern whether it was just part of a dream or if it was for real.

But sleep is too strong, and the mortal man chooses to sink deeper into its arms, completely ignoring the call for his name.

The wisp of fire moves on.

It leaves the mortal to his slumber and stalks down the hallways until he reaches the emperor's chambers

Just like what it had done at the mortal's room, the wisp of fire passes through the door and appears once again at the other side.

There on the huge bed lies the emperor, curled up and looking smaller than he usually is under the white sheets, his blond hair fanning across his pillow and his arms folded over with his hands balled into fists on a spot on the pillow right next to his face. The wisp of fire sighs at the lovely view, slowly drifting towards the emperor's figure. Drifting, drifting, gliding across the space until the wisp of fire slyly rests on the emperor's lips.

The fire within the emperor stirs. This fire spreads from his core outwards, spreading until the emperor glows with a bright aura. As he glows like that, his physical appearance starts changing – his blonde hair turning into a fiery orange shade, losing the stars in them, the jewels on his face burning even brighter and behind his eyelids, his irises turn a golden shade.

Its job finished, the naughty little wisp of fire drifts away. Away into the night before it disappears once again.

☆彡

Chanyeol wakes up refreshed and happy as always.

But when he leaves his room and sees the servants rushing down the hallways in a panicked frenzy all while murmuring at each other in low, urgent voice, it appears that not everyone is in a good mood as he is.

"Excuse me?" he says, grabbing the arm of one of the servants. "I'm sorry, but may I ask what is happening?"

The servant looks hesitant to tell him, but she ends up saying, "I am not allowed to say anything, Sir Chanyeol, but since it is an emergency... you might want to go to the emperor's chamber to see for yourself.

"What happened to Baekhyun?!" he shouts, suddenly anxious and very concerned at the mention of Baekhyun and emergency.

"Just come and see, sir."

Hurriedly, Chanyeol rushes down the hallways along with the other servants. It's hard for him to breathe properly when he is so worried for Baekhyun's well-being.

What on earth is even happening to him?

The moment Chanyeol reaches the emperor's room, he is greeted by the panicked loud yelling of Baekhyun's voice.

"Baekhyun!" Chanyeol yells, elbowing his way through the clump of the servants gawking and talking among themselves.

When he manages to enter the emperor's room, he is astonished when he is greeted by the sight of Baekhyun staring at his arms while sobbing with Sehun next to him, looking... not very himself. His blond hair is a fiery color of orange instead with all the stars now gone, his eyes are an intense shade of gold, the jewels on his face seem more vibrant in color, his skin is an iridescence of gold and silver instead of rainbows and he is surrounded by a dim glow of warm, yellow light. He looks so different, yet at the same time, still beautiful. Maybe even more.