Zeo, king of Pandovia, was panicking. What had started out as an amazing afternoon at a festival had turned into hell. Of course he had known that, with his son being only six and full of energy, things always tended to go wrong, but not like
that.
When Lelouch had asked to go to the festival, Zeo had hesitated. But since Dio was the one who could teleport and Zeo was in love with Dio, spending an afternoon together as something like a family had sounded awesome. Besides that, Zeo had never had the chance to attend a festival as someone who could simply enjoy it before. As a king, he normally always had lots of appointments around these festivals; judging a contest here, shaking hands there and so on. But only as a visitor? That had never happened before.
However, it had taken a grand ten minutes and the crowd closing in on them until Dio and Zeo had both lost sight of Lelouch. The king was frantically searching for his son now, Dio by his side, and albeit the Dracon-Fellox was calm, Zeo could tell that Dio, too, was distressed.
But then, they had asked at an ice-cream booth (Lelouch loved ice-cream, even if he couldn't eat it in Fellox-form) and the owner said he had seen an unusual-looking Fellox, pointing them in a direction. Both Zeo and Dio had hurried up, pushing through the crowd...but when they suddenly found themselves right behind the mentioned Fellox, it wasn't Lelouch at all. "
Damn, that's not the Champ!" Zeo looked at Dio. "
Dio, what shall we do?!"