Author's Note: Throughout the drama, I always felt Eun Soo was an underdeveloped character. We can see how or what Choi Young is thinking, but Eun Soo mind is more difficult to read. So I thought I would try to give her a voice. What happened in all the time we didn't see her because we were focused on Choi Young? What was she thinking? What was her staying in Goryeo like?
I don't think I'll be able to perfectly portray her feelings but I'll try to fill in the blanks.
I'm thinking about writing one chapter for each drama episode but I don't know if I'll be able to stick with that.
I tried hard not to write this as I probably won't be able to update regularly. I write when I can, or when I have the inspiration to, so I can't promise daily updates, or even weekly ones. But I love Faith and Eun Soo too much and I couldn't refrain. Please bear with me and tell me what you think.

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That was THE day. My big day. And it couldn't have started in a worse way.
I guess a raging headache is the least you can expect when you go to sleep late at night, especially after working so much for your presentation. But with the Coex convention the next day, I couldn't afford any mistake. Who knew who I might have met there... maybe it could be my chance to meet again that famous man from my past that the fortuneteller kept blabbering about.
I was lucky as I wasn't on shift at the hospital that day, so I could take my time in the shower and on my make-up. Being a female doctor isn't easy, even more when you're trying to build up your own career. You always have to look confident, showing that you're up to the task.

"Yes mom," I smiled at the phone, while picking my clothes from the wardrobe "I had breakfast. Well yes, I'm a bit nervous but I'm pretty confident. I worked a lot on this presentation. Wait and see, I'll find a sponsor before the day ends! Then you'll be the proud mom of a successful plastic surgeon!"
I smiled again, listening to her. She is a sweet mom, always worrying about me, always asking how I am doing. I guess my parents must feel a bit lonely in the countryside, since I definitely moved to Seoul.
Then she passed the phone to my dad and I sighed deep down. I loved my father dearly, but there were a couple of subjects we definitely didn't agree on.
"Yes dad, I'll come visit soon, I promise. This is a busy period for me, I'm trying hard to find some money for my research." I switched the phone on my other ear, while nodding and rolling my eyes to the ceiling. "Well, that will have to wait, dad... right now it's work, work and work. I'm sure Seoul will still be full of men, after I'm done with my research." I sighed, sitting down on the bed. "No dad, we already had this conversation. I don't need anybody to take care of me. I can perfectly take care of myself. When and if I find a man, I'll still keep being your proud, stubborn red-head."
I laughed at my dad's reply, crossing my legs "Well, yes, you can say that's a threat. Whoever this man will be, he will have to learn: Eun Soo is not a fragile doll. This is 2012, dad... women are independent now!"
I laughed again, listening to my mom in the background trying to snatch the phone from my father, telling him to quit nagging me so much, because I had a busy day before me.
Well, that was true.
Still smiling after the conversation with my parents, I started dressing up. I had chosen my clothes carefully the previous week, each accessory thought to give the impression of an assertive, strong, reliable woman. Someone worth investing into. Hey, that was business! And I badly needed an investor.
Then I looked myself in the mirror. I liked what I saw, the elegant, beautiful woman I was gazing at.
"Fighting, Eun Soo! Don't you dare to mess up today, it's your big chance!"

Big chance my... I stopped thinking, hearing my mom in the back of my mind telling me not to swear. Ok ok, mom... but come on, wasn't it unfair? That petty Dr. Oh didn't care for me at all. I listened to his whole lecture this afternoon, and though it was interesting, his voice made it definitely boring to listen to. And when I tried to talk to him after the lecture he just ignored me! To add insult to injury he just turned around starting talking to some other doctor. And he was the perfect investor!
I was so angry I could have yelled at him in front of all those people. Oh, that would have been so satisfying! That man really seemed to be stuck on the 15th century when women were all family, children and cooking. Well, the hell with that!
That was so depressing. Did I really need to find a rich husband in order to do what I liked? Why couldn't I simply find someone who trusted my work enough without feelings involved? I didn't want to marry! I just needed money!
"Come on Eun Soo." I told myself in front of the bathroom's mirror. "You can do it. Your presentation is next and you just have to be awesome. Yoo Eun Soo, fighting!"
I raised my fist and nodded at myself in the mirror before marching out of the bathroom to reach my convention room. Oh, they would realize I was good. I was the best. I was going to be the best! Yes!

I had them. I totally had them. They were all looking at me with attention, watching my presentation and not missing a word. After all the subject was interesting, as it highlighted the history of cosmetic surgery, from the first techniques to the new ones and of course, my personal work. Nobody said anything against advertising myself! Oh please, let there be a rich man among the crowd!
I was in the middle of a sentence when the door opened and a man appeared. I paused for a second, looking at him, as he was definitely weird. He was all in black, but those weren't clothes. Was that... an armor? Like, a warrior's armor? He was walking slowly, looking at me and when he stopped at the edge of the stairs, I could take a good look. I memorized the presentation perfectly so I didn't falter, but that man was swaying the attention from me.
Ok, what is he wearing? It looks like a black tunic and an armor. His hair is tied and he's carrying... a sword? What's going on? Is he an extra for a drama, or what?
Then the security finally came in and took him away. But I knew it was too late. While I kept talking looking at my audience, I realized it was a lost cause. Their attention was definitely gone now.
Damn him, why now? It was going so good...
And there it was, my big day. I ended up being ignored by a potential investor and losing my audience because of a weirdo.
Great big day Eun Soo.
I complained loudly with a friend on the phone, even more because she didn't want to invest in me. Well, if even my friends wouldn't do it, who would? But as I told her, everybody would see. Three years, just three years, and I would have my own practice in Gangnam! I could do it!
Then I sighed. Nothing much to do anymore that day... I could as well look at the convention, maybe I would see something interesting.
Walking around, I was called to try a new pair of glasses for surgery. They were indeed as light as advertized and the magnification was good. They could be useful. I smiled as I listened to the man talking over and over about how good his instruments were until he stopped to complain about something.
I turned around and there he was again: the man who barged in my presentation ruining it. And he was looking at me again. Why? Is he following me? What does he want?
In this cases the best strategy is to just ignore the stalker, but it didn't really work. He actually had the nerve to come to me. Unbelievable!
"There is a patient in urgent condition." He said, explaining a blood vessel in her neck was cut and asking me if I could save her. I failed to see why I should be interested. First, I didn't know this man. Second, I didn't know his friend. Third, he should have been with her at a hospital, instead of here, asking me if I could save her. And where were his manners anyway? Saying your name before asking someone to a perfect stranger wasn't in vogue anymore?
When I tried to ignore him once more, he raised his voice as if he was annoyed at me, and asked me again if I could save her. Ok, who exactly do you think you are to demand an answer from me? Do you really think I'll be impressed by the whole "I'm a mighty warrior" attire?
And yet, I bit my tongue, keeping the harsh reply. There was something in his eyes that wasn't making me comfortable. This was exactly the kind of guy I wouldn't be happy to meet in a dark alley... I was happy to be in a public place right there.
I turned to the seller, looking for support, and I ignored the weird man again, but the moment I tried to leave, he blocked my path. And then he blocked it again. He wouldn't let me walk away!
Before I could ask what exactly he wanted from me, the security guys came running. Oh, the relief. I was seriously starting to get scared there.
"That's a real sword", one of them stuttered out. That was a real WHAT?

And then the man, probably feeling endangered, drew his sword.
That was real. And if it wasn't, it was the best imitation I ever saw. And his eyes... I swallowed and quickly took a step to the side, while one of the security guys pulled out his gun.
I was beyond scared now. What the hell was going on?
The man was ordered to drop the sword.
Please, please, do as you're told, so I can leave and go home as fast as I can.
But he didn't. He turned at me instead, and asked me again if I could save his patient.
His expression froze me on the spot. He wasn't even looking at the men surrounding him, his eyes never leaving me, urging me to answer, as if I was the only one he could ask that question.
I opened my mouth and then closed it again, my heart racing in fear.
"I'd have to see her!" I finally managed to say, "And see how badly she's hurt!"
I don't know why I said that. I was certainly not going to go anywhere with this guy. But I just couldn't ignore his eyes anymore, even if they are scaring me to death.
I saw him slowly repeating my words, as if trying to understand what I meant and then he turned to the security guys, clearly weighting them in his mind.
He was so quick I barely saw what he was doing, but in the blink of an eye he hit the guy with the gun and pointed his sword at the neck of the other one.
It was too much. I yelled and crouched down on the ground, looking for cover while the other people fled. Oh god, this guy is completely crazy!
And then... he slashed the guard's neck.
I think I stopped breathing for a moment there. I could see the blood flooding out the injury, but it all seemed in slow motion, like it wasn't really happening. Only that... it was.
The injured man closed his eyes and collapsed while the other one murmured something and dropped him on a nearby table.
"She was slit by a sword just like this," the psycho told me, like he was talking about the weather, "and it was about this deep too. Can you save him?"
And then, since I didn't immediately got up to save that man, he resorted to threats. "If you can't save him, I'll try again with him." And he pointed his sword at the seller beside me.
That terrified me. That look in his eyes wasn't pretending. He would have really hurt him. And the man on the table would have died without a surgery. I slowly got up on my feet.
"Do you really want me to save this man? Right here and now?" Doing it in a conference lodge could be dangerous. And it was a long time ago since I was a surgeon. My specialty now wasn't to save lives, but to make beautiful faces.
But the guard was dying. And the psycho wouldn't have allowed him to be treated at the hospital. It had to be there. I looked at the wound, trying to calm down. I needed my hands to be steady. And I needed tools. Apparently the psycho understood it, and I ran around, making a mental inventory of everything I needed. Since this was a medical convention, the tools were of high quality as well. I collected them as fast as I could, running back and always feeling the psycho eyes on my back.
Then, with the help of the instruments seller, I started operating on the injured man. Years of practice came back to my mind as my hands were flying on the patient, like I never stopped being a surgeon. It was a job I loved. I was good at it. I was one of the best.
I kept working until I heard the police talking through the speakers but after exchanging a quick glance with the seller, I kept going on. The police was coming. We were about to be saved. But that probably meant a confrontation with the psycho, maybe a fight. I needed to suture the guard before that. I needed to put him in a safe place before the police barged in.
I couldn't help but jump when the psycho destroyed the phone, but I tried to recover quickly and to reassure my helper at the same time. I couldn't afford him to panic, I needed him to help me. So it was with a huge relief when I finally bandaged the injured guard and took off my gloves. It was over.

"This man is alive." The psycho looked startled, like he really wasn't expecting me to save the guard.
I tried to explain him we still couldn't be sure he would have survived. I was hoping to persuade him we really needed to take the man to the hospital, but apparently all the psycho wanted was the confirmation that I actually could heal such a wound. To my utter horror he started gathering the tools I used, telling me to stick close to him, that we needed to go.
No need to say that I ran in the opposite direction. The look in his eyes when he realized I wasn't following him, was weird. I expected to see him rage, or shout, but he smiled in disbelief. It gave me the feeling of a man who was used to be obeyed and, since I dared to defy him, he couldn't believe his eyes.
His grip on my wrist was an iron one and not matter how I tried to get free, I couldn't even slow him down. Again, he looked annoyed rather than angry. Or scared for all that mattered. Not even the knowledge we were probably surrounded by the police seemed to scare him.
He looked at me, leaning closer and smirked. "We're going to break through the front."
He kept dragging me towards the exit until finally the police surrounded us. He shoved me behind his back and that surprised me. Wasn't he supposed to use me as a hostage? You know, like in all the movies? What happened to the "Let us go, or she dies?"
Not that I was complaining about not having his sword right at my throat, but the way he stood before me like I was the one in danger, amazed me.
It was the first time I saw him a bit scared as well. He obviously never thought so many policemen would come. I saw him looking up and in front, as if counting them but he never replied me when I begged him to turn himself in.
What did he want to do? Was he really crazy? For a second I saw myself trying to run away, him quickly turning around drawing his sword and the police shooting. He would have died. And maybe I would have as well. So I did the best thing I could think about: I crouched down again. If they were going to shoot him, maybe laying down would have saved me. I crossed my hands on my head, closed my eyes and waited for the inevitable.
And then... it wasn't exactly a gunshot noise. It was more like all the windows exploded. I heard the policemen screaming, a loud noise and then silence. I couldn't even manage to open my eyes until I heard the psycho voice again. He was almost apologetic. Almost.
He shoved me on his shoulder and carried me away, while I was kicking and screaming, begging for help.
The road was a mess of broken glasses, I could see all the policemen laying down, just where the explosion threw them. Was this what he meant by "breaking through the front" ? He had some exploding device? And where was he taking me?
No matter how much I cried and tried to break free, nobody came to help. I could see people on the street, but as soon as they saw the sword they ran for their lives. I could only imagine the eyes of my kidnapper by now, those eyes that were clearly announcing not to mess with him.

Then he finally let me down. I begged him to let me go, but he replied we just needed to go in "there". What the hell was "there"?
Turning around, I finally saw it. What was that? It looked like a vortex of some sort, a mystical type of energy. I could barely stand on my feet now, terrified. What was happening? Who was this man? What did he want from me? What was that... portal? This had to be a nightmare. Stuff like this couldn't be real. It looked like magic, but magic didn't exist.
"I'm not going to kill you," he explained me once more, his voice calm now, "if you just save her, I'll send you back."
Save her? Save who? Send me back where? Here? So that vortex was going to lead us somewhere else? I didn't want to go!
I collapsed on the steps, crying the first thing that came to my mind. "Liar! I saw your face. Kidnappers will kill you if you saw their face. I've seen it in movies, so I know!"
I knew it was ridiculous. For one, I knew his face was recorded on the convention security tapes. The police didn't need me to draw an identikit. But wherever he was going to take me, I would see the faces of his accomplishes as well. The face of the injured person. I was positive he was going to kill me for that. And that vortex terrified me, I couldn't understand what it was.
I tried to run away once more but he kept me down with one hand. Then he knelt down before me.

"I am Warrior Choi Young of Goryeo" he quietly told me. His voice was soothing now, like he was trying to calm me down. And his eyes weren't as icy as before. For a moment I thought he would actually let me go. He could see how much scared I was and he looked sorry for that. Then the next words wiped out my hopes.
"Upon my word as a warrior, I swear on my life and my honor, I'll send you back if you save her. I promise."
I looked at him, trying hard not to cry, shacking in fear. He stared at me, as if trying to make me understand he was really meaning what he promised. He would send me back. But first I had to go with him. There was no other option.
He seized my wrist and pulled me up. I tried to resist, still begging him with my eyes but he didn't let me go.
We stood there for a moment, looking at each other and I could see it in his eyes: Trust me, they were saying, I promised you.

And then, it was dark.