A/N: I know this chapter has been a long time coming. I have been quite busy as of late with a schedule that does not always permit writing when I need to. So to all my new and not-new readers, thank-you so much for your time, patience, and willingness to read. That being said, The chpt's will be added as fast as possible. So sit back, have fun, and enjoy the read.

P.s. On the off chance that the pages or Chpt's get tissue-box-worthy; you've been warned. I write as the characters tell me to. I really don't have control over what they want me to say-as it flows I write, we can't all have happy-endings all the time . There will be no further warnings issued; be prepared.

Please feel free to use all the tissue you need! :) Again thank-you readers for your time and patience and hopefully things work out for the best. Enjoy the continued read, things will pick up quite quickly! **Jenna

May 22nd 1591...

Dam Yeo Wool: Dying

Glistening moonlight...

Rays reflecting off cement rocks...

Tiny mini river waves shine like silver...

We sit on the slanted incline of the flat melded rocks together as the river peacefully yet sadly flows it's path winding by us. Bright white azalea an apricot blossoms abounding all around wafting in the cool night breeze as they quietly blow around us and fall to the ground. The atmosphere a reserved and reverent one with the breeze blowing by and the river running; the animals around the secluded part of the forest Kang Chi brought us to, it was almost as if a quiet somber instrumental could be felt stringing it's way thru the moment of words we were sharing.

My breath coming shorter and shorter now and at this moment all I could think of was how cruel a trick this fated prophesy played on the both of us. Having to say goodbye when we barely just said hello!

Kang Chi-staring at me so earnestly, his voice distant and foggy in my head;-"You were already an important person, that's why I'm asking you this Yeo Wool-ah-" me starring desperately at him certain in the question he will ask yet saddened it will go unfulfilled.

"-Will you... marry me?"

'This, he has to ask me this,-now?' I thought quietly to myself as I watched a tear stream down his cheek. Unquenching desperation clenched my throat as it tightened on my suspended response. Tears pooling in the bottom of my eyes I could barley see as I tried to hold them back.

Again, my breaths come in shallow wasps of air. To breathe is becoming unbearably painful now and I knew my brief life's moments in this world would soon cease to be. Kang Chi-I would leave him; this caused so much more pain for me than my unhealed open wound that would take my life. Because to him I would now be another loved one that he had to unwillingly say goodbye to for god knows how long it would be till we could meet again.

"I... ..Don't even know how to make a decent bowl of rice." I couldn't even smile in my response; the pain reeking havoc not just in my soul.

"Will you... marry me?" This time stating with determined confidence, with a slight nod up and down of his head.

'Dear GOD, I want to live! Please don't.. -I can't take this!' My emotions overwhelm me and my tears start to flow constant as I muster a reply.

"...And I …don't even know how to sew a proper hanbok well."

"Will you... Marry Me?" His voice shaking and eyes crying, he still managed to ask with resolute conviction. Kang Chi stares at me intently waiting for my answer that will never come.

Quietly I ponder his last request unresponsive in the knowledge that I can never give him-my voice hardened with pain and clenched tight around the words I ultimately never wanted to have to say-I reach for his precious face, the face of the being I loved most in this world.

Tears ever flowing unstoppable down our faces.

"Don't cry, Kang Chi-ya. I want to be the happiest memory you have, not the saddest one. ...I want my memories to bring you smiles-not tears. ...And when you have a moment to think of me, I want you to be full of joy and happiness. That... is my third wish, Kang Chi-ya."

Grabbing my hands and rubbing them intently we just stare, eyes locked on one another.

"No matter where, when-or what, let's meet again." I nod a 'yes' in reply. "I'll wait for you-we will meet again!" I still hum a 'yes' with crimpled tears and a quivering unopened mouth. "I love you" He says, my breath deathly shallow now as he looks at me with tears flowing.

"I love you, too." Now his mythical power evident in the moonlight; the blue Firelights manifest their glow as he begins to lean in to kiss me.

Leaning into his kiss, he wraps his right arm around my shoulder and cups his left hand on mine and does not let go. My head lazily wanes slightly into his broad shoulder supporting my chin and nearly all my weight now. My life force- I can feel it leaving. My soul recessing slowly away from him-I feel death's cold embrace, almost a welcoming touch as it beckons me follow it to the heaven's graceful fold. I almost turn to go... but...

'If I meet you again, then... I'll recognize you first, ...I'll love you first.' I hear these words resound in my head and ring thru my soul. An unspoken promise that we will find each other again-it must be! Kang Chi is still kis-... '–No, not now-, ...I don't want to leave him!'

...'Yeol Wool-ah' I hear the gentlest of sounds soft and sweet like a mother cooing a new born baby. 'Mother?'

...I feel the last of my human strength slip away from me; my last tear falling from my eye as my breath slows to nothing. My lips chill frozen in the embrace of his kiss and my hand slides down Kang Chi's chest...

'It's time Yeo Wool-ah, come now, my darling...' An arm outstretched reaches for my hand-whitish gold light glowing all around her-with the warmth of an early morning sunrise in the middle of spring in her touch.

She smiles the most beautiful smile I've ever seen of a woman. Somehow this face is a familiar one, one I knew for a few moments a very long time ago.

I reach for her hand.

Leaving this world for the next as I turn my ethereal head slightly; I witness my human head fall to Kang Chi's shoulder. My body; lifeless and still.

No longer do I inhabit the world of the living. A burst of searing white energy engulfs my soul all around me-...

…Blue Firelights appear and surround a Lavender flower as it re-blooms...

Everything goes white.

422 years later...-

-Click- ... -Click- ... -Click-...

The turning of powerful stadium-like lights sound resound-a slight echo as they click on...

March 22nd 2013,

Kim Yeo Wool: Living

Blinding bright light a-mass my sight as my eyes fly open and I try to look around to asses my surroundings. I can feel myself tied to a gurney-bed restrained for some apparent reason-god knows what for! 'Sometimes I really hate this job' I think to myself as I hear a distant, foggy but familiar voice calling to me.

"Yeo Wool-ah!- ...Yeo Wool-shi, ...Kim Yeo Wool!" My head abruptly turns to the left side of the gurney. My eyes still slightly out of focus I struggle a bit to distinguish the personage before me, calling out my name. 'This face I see, it seems familiar-doesn't it?'

"Who are you?" I ask the familiar stranger. Somehow, he seems to know me. "Where am I?" I ask another question still trying to recall how I ended up on a gurney in what seems to be one of the emergency ward treatment rooms of a student/faculty facility hospital. 'Great ...now I'm a guinea pig for the masses-just my luck! I so hate this job; when I get back I'm asking-no-requesting a transfer to Seoul!'

"Kim Yeo Wool, you don't know who I am, how could you forget me; we've been thru thick n' thin together. …And like the compassionate 'idiot' you are, you end up taking one down on the count for me. What were you thinking!? I mean-..."

I interrupt the tirade momentarily-just so he'll shut up for a second!

"Ssshhhh!" I try to lift my left hand to my mouth-but my arm; I feel excruciating pain in my top left shoulder.

"Exactly who are you again, 'without' the cough-up of over-explanation?"

"Sir, ...SIR! You have to leave now; we're going to start surgery, you have to leave-now!" I hear a nurse attendant say trying to guide the man out of the room.

Quickly before he's shoved out of the E.R. doors he shouts back to me. "Your partner, Baek Tae Jin, Yeo Wool-ah!"

Ah… Tae Jin-shi-I remember now. I took a knife to the back of my shoulder in your place. I must've passed out from the pain and shock; 'That's totally weird; I'm not usually so weak that I faint'-. As I'm finished being prepped for surgery my vision goes blurry again, and I try to focus before I'm put under.

Looking around the room I felt everything start to go fuzzy;

-A tall sleek featured young man is standing by the doorway inside the E.R. room-'didn't my partner leave already'-dressed in some kind of garb straight out of the history books. His eyes; I've never seen eyes like that before-'or have I? Something, for sure-about those eyes seem eerily familiar'. Slitted like a cats almost, but more like a fox-a piercing blue-tealish/green right at me.

"I love you; Yeo Wool-ah, we will meet again!" What on earth is he talking about?

A small part of his face shadowed by the corner wall, I could see the outline of his stature, feet to the tip of his head; thick wisps of white in his long hair and what seemed liked the color of white fur replacing his eyebrows and lashes for black that was not there…my eyes locked on what I see I can only stare-stuck on the being of myth playing tricks with me-.

I blink twice, then again-and one more time and look cautiously to the corner of my room; the person gone. 'Where have I seen that face before; somewhere- but where? I can't recall...' My breathing is getting languid and rhythmic. I can feel my self falling deeper under and my vision all but a small black vignette. Eyes heavy with sleepiness, the oxygen from the breathing mask overcomes me and I start to succumb.

A thought crosses my mind just before I nod out-or was it a whisper.

'Moonlight Garden; ...Guardian Gods of the Jiri-San, await your return!'

'What does that mean?' I ask to myself, not quite entirely sure I want to know the answer.

Breathing out audibly one last time; I completely douse out for the count.