Don’t Hate the Player, Hate the Tear in the Fabric of Spacetime

There was something moving in the bush. It made a silent rattle but it was loud enough for the guards to hear. Both of them looked suspiciously at it but they couldn't see anything due to the night's darkness. The other bashed his spear against his shield but the noise persisted.

The bush began to shake more and more violently, with the whispers getting louder and louder. The guards began having flashbacks. “Oh no, not the Vietnamese!” Finally, the bush quieted down. A large man came out, followed by a young woman. “Your majesty, what are you doing here?”

"I was just having an intimate rendezvous in the bushes," the king admitted, plucking a twig from his girlfriend's hair. "Playas gotta play. Kings gotta king." "Indeed, sire," the guard said, starstruck, "but isn't she—" "Yes!" said the young lady, "But please no autographs now."

It feels great to be king. The guard repeated, “Like I was saying, isn’t she under—“ “What?” the king retorted, “She said she was eighteen! Wasn’t that right?” “Well, actually,” the lady interjected, “I never said that.” “But-” “No time for buts, you’re coming with us!”

“BUT…” she said, eyes aglow, “you fail to understand.” With that, blue sparks surrounded her. “Your Majesty,” she curtsied as she levitated 3 feet into the air. “You have all the time in the world!” Everything blurred around them as days flashed by.

The garden flowers wilted away as Sun and Moon exchanged in the sky. "Stop this!" But the queen saw a burning overtake her eyes. She'd already touched the Heart Stone. "You cannot undo what is done. Time cannot be stopped!" Tears spilled down her cheeks. It was already too late.