Hi everyone, thank you for reading my Yu Wo fanficton. I placed this story in the world of ½ Prince, and will slowly introduce the world of the Legend of the Sun Knight. I am yet to read volume 8 of ½ Prince, so I will place the story a year after the fight in real life with Long Dian, which is of course guessing what it will be like.

Please do note this is the very first fanfiction I have ever written, so I could really use some constructive criticism.
PS: English isn't my first language so I would really appreciate it when spelling or grammar errors occur, you mention them.

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Prologue

She looked at her twin brother with a questioning expression.

"Do you have any idea why we were required to watch this show?"

Yang Ming shuddered.

"As much as I love her, she is completely incomprehensible at times like this. But with the way she pressed us: you, me, Odd Squad, Dark Emperor, Rose Team, even Nan Gong Zui as head of the Righteous Blades… I don't even know if I want to know about whatever it is she is up to."

Lan opened the program description on her X-reader.

"Seems like some sort of fantasy VR reality show…" She silently read to see what it was all about. Shui Han, better known as Lolidragon, had never pressured her friends before to watch a tv-show. Who knew why she did now. As Lan read the article, her eyes suddenly widened as she gasped for air. With a high pitched voice she managed to speak.

"Are you kidding me? It is a separate world very much like Second Life, because it is designed by the designers of Second Life."

Yang Ming yanked the X-reader out of the hands of his older sister. He began to read out loud.

"Think of a world inside a glass dome, with camera's everywhere. " Quickly he scanned the article for more information.

"…It seems it is completely filled with self aware NPCs, with a mind and personality of them own. " He hastily clicked on the web link below the article. Lan looked over her brothers shoulder as the website loaded with a picture of 12 charismatic bishies, who all seemed to have their own redeeming qualities. Yang Ming frowned as he clicked on the picture to proceed.

"How do they expect male watchers with such a crew?" As Yang Ming and Lan read the concept they were wonder-stricken. Lan frowned at her younger brother.

"So, anno 2100, when theism is frowned upon; a year after Second Life God 'the Dictator of Life' went berserk and rampaged around, they are starting a VR reality show about clashing cultures, focused on religions? They actually think watching religious fanatics is what the audience is waiting for?"

Yang Ming showed her a helpless expression.

"Why don't we first watch the episode, and assess it afterward?"

Lan clenched her jaw as she reluctantly sank down on the couch. He sat himself next to Lan as he pointed at the tv screen.

"It is beginning."

According to Lan, the first episode was quite intriguing. The story was slow paced and introduced characters one at the time. The camera mainly followed the Sun Knight. He was one of the leaders of his church, and his church conveniently happened to be the largest church on the continent. Though the main character, Grisia Sun, was quite a feast for the eyes, there seemed more to him than meets the eye. He was introduced together with another holy knight. The Storm Knight to be precise. While Sun's hair was as radiant as the sun, Storm's hair was blue. Storm seemed to be a terrible flirt, but remarkably kept his hands where they belonged.

The first episode consisted of politics – negotiating with an obnoxious King. With the amount of times Sun would reference to the God of Light, His benevolence, or whatever he might call him it was easy to fail in understanding what the main topic of any conversation was about. Luckily Yang Ming and Lan were very familiar with old, or difficult language. But then again, if being raised by a well received author of a mother, and being second year literature students don't leave their footprints, what possibly could? Simply said: it would put them to shame if they didn't know what the main character was blabbering on about between his endless references to the God of Light.

The negotiation however, seemed to be about taxes. Apparently there was so much tax raising in order to fund the expansion of an already obscenely huge and decorated castle that the poor citizens of the Kingdom of Forgotten Sound were starving. Not a favorable situation. The negotiation concluded the taxes wouldn't be raised any more for now, and the Sun Knight was dragged away to join the King on a banquet with lots of wine. At the mentioning of wine the story started a flashback, of the Sun Knight as a knight in training, and his teacher – the predecessor of the Sun Knight – was teaching him to drink. Apparently the Sun Knight was (once again), due his function closed in by a paradox: only by being a drinking fiend one could uphold the image of being a total lightweight.

While Lan was smiling at the end of the episode and musing about what could possibly happen next, Yang Ming looked horrified when he adressed his older twin sister.

"That knight, Grisia Sun or whatever he was called. He is based on Prince, Yu Lian and Gui all together." Lan's smile dropped. She immediately tried to defend herself.

"No, he couldn't possibly be based on me right, right?" It sounded more like pleading.

Yang Ming took a deep breath before he began to explain.

"The bloke is supposed to be spokesperson for their God, just like you are spokesperson for Second Life. The way he acts definitely reminds me of you before you're about to give a speech about something. He also has exaggerated eating habits, just like you. The only difference is he is exclusively devoted to sweets." Ignoring the horrified expression of his beloved sister he went on.

"Not to mention the fact he seems so menacing while he is smiling the brightest smiles. Just like your fight-or-flight instincts always kick in when Yu Lian is lurking around a corner smiling her brightest smile. You just know she'll be up to no good." His poor sister began to turn pale. So he delivered the finishing blow with his conclusion:

"He is at least as talented as Guilliastes. Who could possibly ever breeze through life like he does?"

After a moment of silence he suddenly winced as he realized a horrible truth. They had watched, without a single shred of doubt, the creative product of Long Shui Han's imagination. Love or not, he suddenly felt very appalled. Shui Han's father should have known better than to leave his daughter alone with her twisted fantasy and financial back up to make it real.