A/N I just finished watching Faith last week. And strangely, I'm still thinking about the drama. It is crazy how much I fell in love with this drama. Therefore, I thought I will start my own 'sequel' but I don't know if it is a good idea since it would be my first story ever. I will give it a try and see how the reactions are. I may have some little mistakes here and there since English is not my native language but I will look for a beta-reader if you guys think I should continue to write. Therefore, reviews would be nice. :) The first chapter is a bit short though but I hope you will still enjoy it.
Edit: Big thanks to my Beta reader Amanda Pall for going through my story!
There had been days where she just wanted to give up and surrender to the people who wanted to see her death just for the mere fact that she knew things no one did or should in that timeline. Her knowledge scared them and many would be relieved to see her gone.
This didn't mean that they did not respect her. They did, she had made sure of that. This time, she hadn't been caught by surprise. She had known what she could expect and had behaved according to that. But they still feared her.
It was ironic that when she acted much stranger, people accepted her much better and faster than when she tried to fit in. She made in those three months more friends than she made in these five years. Five years, she spent with all of them together day after day. But still, they couldn't see her as anything other than the 'Hwata' from the Heavens. According to the rumors, she was someone who could bring death to the enemy with just a few of her heavenly words and then bring them back again to life with her healings hands.
She lived for five years in this world she never wanted to be in. Five years, she struggled and fought through events she had never dreamt of, and finally earned herself the place in the legends which would be passed from one generation to another. Parents would tell their children about the heavenly doctor with the flaming red hair. Historians would try to decipher the truth behind the legend and try to connect it to their culture, time, the people's belief and religion. Movies and dramas would be made. But none of them would even come near to the truth. None of them would find out that she once was born in a time where killing wasn't a daily occurrence. They would never know that in the world she grew up, something like vanity was a more common reason for landing on an operating table rather than due to wounds caused by gruesome acts of war. For the mere desire to become more beautiful and more attractive, they paid her high sums of money just to enhance their features.
And they would never guess that the only reason why she didn't give in and still took one step after another was a man who should just exist in her history books.
She knew she would see him again. She knew he was still alive. She knew because he was someone who never would break any of his promises. They would be together again.
It was their fate.