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Rewritten Fate
By Ld-G
THRONE ARC
- PART 1-
A day, a week, a month… Spring, summer, autumn, winter. Season changes, time flies. In the blink of an eye, another spring came once again. The white blanket melted away, the evergreens and spruces scented the air with their new growth; the little streams rushed hither and thither birds sang and built everywhere. Children were out for wild flowers, and raced around like deer.
The city was full of life. It was the celebration of the coming spring. Music filled the air, festive beats lifted the spirits and made the people want to move, jump and sing. Food sellers weaved through the mass of onlookers and the aroma of their wares perfumed the air. Everybody is full of smile and laughter.
The Hiryuu Castle, however, was not.
Contrary to the buzzing city, it was deadly silent. No music, no dancing, no laughter. The air was cold and the atmosphere was tense. Even if snow has melted and spring has come, it didn't feel any warmer than winter. People talked in a hushed voice, as if it's a sin to make noise.
Hak laid on the rooftop with his hands under his head. His eyes that gazing at the drifting cloud looked unfocused.
It has been a year. A year of gloomy days, a year of coldness, a year without her around.
It was suffocating for him to see her lying quietly on the bed. Especially when he saw her fully bandaged body, it felt as if his heart was pierced and ripped out. He didn't understand why he could feel this way over someone that he barely knew.
Yes, barely.
He couldn't say that he knows her well, not when she closed herself off of others. His knowledge of her was all based on his dreams, but the dreams and reality keep contradicted each other. How can he be certain that whatever he dreamed was true or not? Never mind the course of events, even her personalities are different as night and day. He had started to question whether his dreams could be trusted or not.
The only reason he still held onto his dreams is because the others' personalities matched with the real person, everyone except hers. Not to mention, the dreams felt too real that it's downright frightening. He doesn't want to admit it, but he would rather believe in his dreams and do his utmost to change reality than to have them happened in real life.
And he is still trying to, even when he knew reality has been different than that of his dreams. Especially when the assassination happened.
He had never anticipated this one. Neither had he anticipated that Yona would be beaten like this.
He could say that her still being alive is already a great bonus, but no matter how he tried to reason with himself, he still found his heart clenched every time he visit her. It's like his life was squeezed out from him, leaving his corpse dried without any remaining soul.
What does he know about her? Nothing.
What has she ever given to him? Nothing.
What is he to her? Nothing.
And what is she to him? …Everything.
He let a bitter smile blossomed on his face. When did she start become so important to him? How can she roam inside his heart like this when she has done nothing at all? Why did he get so angry when he looked at her battered body?
And more importantly…
Does he like the real-Yona… or is he actually trying to find the dream-Yona inside the real-Yona?
To this day, He still has no answer.
But he knew that sorting out his feeling comes first before anything else. Before she woke up, he needed to clear out his head out of confusion. If it's the former, then it's okay. But if it's the latter? Wouldn't it felt like an insult for her?
He had high believe that she would wake up one day; it's just a matter of time. It doesn't matter why and how this belief comes from. He just knew that his heart has never give up on that glimmer of hope.
Inside the silent room, there's a small body lying still on the bed. If not for the small movement of its chest, people would think that it's corpse.
That's where Yona is. On a bed with both of her eyes closed, in a deep slumber.
Her skin has gone pale from the lack of sunshine. Her hair has grown longer that looks like a proper princess now. She has grown a little bit taller than last year, although it's so insignificant compare to normal living kids. She also has grown thinner because of the lack of solid food over the year.
Royal physicians have tried their best to keep her body in the best condition even in comatose. They help exercising her muscle to avoid muscle atrophy, and feed her sufficient nutrient to keep her body in a good shape. All her injuries had healed quite nicely, although she would forever bore the scars from the assault.
Soo-Won was sitting on the side of the bed while looking at her body. He has a complicated gaze, it looks cloudy in confusion.
This whole year, he has been having countless strange dreams and nightmares. It left him so confused and restless. It gave him headache, added that he had no one to consult over this matter.
Hak has been giving him that probing stare, but Soo-Won keeps his silence. Not because he doesn't trust Hak, but because he himself still haven't make head or tails over this matter. He would only spill the beans if it's necessary, but right now it isn't. Especially when Yona is still in a deep slumber.
He has a lot of question and his guts told him that he can only find them out from Yona. So right now, he can only wait till the day she wakes up again.
"Yona, when will you wake up?"
-Creak-
His musing was broken from the sound of the opened door. He turned his head to see Hak strolled in.
"Hey." Soo-Won greeted him.
Hak waved his hand as he walked to the bed's side and take a seat on the bed. He gave Yona's body a glance before looking at Soo-Won again.
"I heard Prince Yu-Hon is searching for you."
Soo-Won blinked.
"Father is?"
Hak nodded but said nothing else.
Soo-Won's gaze become heavy. Something has change with his father, he doesn't know what but it's weighing on his mind. It's a subtle change, but it can't be hidden from someone like Soo-Won who has an excellent eyes and mind. He doesn't want to start doubting his own father for anything, but he has a suspicion that father has something to do with the assassination. He has tried to investigate on his own, but he hasn't run across anything. He would save that little suspicion to himself until he found something to proof or disproof it.
His changed of look didn't go unnoticed by Hak. Hak has his own suspicion on the first imperial prince. If even he can get suspicious, there is no doubt that Soo-Won had get suspicious too. He has been waiting to see if Soo-Won will eventually spill the beans, or will he keep silent over the matter. He still can't wholly trust Soo-Won, no doubt his dream has been the huge reason of it. But he'd rather be safe than sorry.
Hak's distrust of course has been noticed by Soo-Won. It's just that he got the reason of distrust wrong. He thought Hak's distrust come from the fact that he is his father son. This left him frustrated and makes him bitter. He got even more heavy-hearted whenever "Yu-Hon" name come out in the middle of their talk. But he can do nothing on it.
He looked at Hak and smiled a little. "Alright, I'll go find father now." He said while getting up from the chair.
Again, Hak only nodded. He watched Soo-Won walked out from the room with narrowed eyes.
You had better not be having the thought of betraying us, Soo-Won. I won't ever forgive you.
She was drowning into this endless ocean No one saved her, no one reach her hand. And she had given up on being saved. Because even if she screamed, no one would heard her. She let herself keep falling deeper and deeper. She closed her eyes and prepared herself to embrace the darkness, but something inside her gut keep yelling at her.
"Don't give up! Don't give up!" it said.
She didn't know where it comes from, but it was so clear in her ears. She strained her ears to hear more, wanting to open her eyes to see once again. But then, a blinding white flashed, and she couldn't help but closed her eyes once again.
The next moment she opened her eyes, she was greeted with the sight of a white ceiling.
Yona's dream ended abruptly, as she was shaken back into reality. Her eyes opened, her eyelashes faintly batting against her lids when she blinked. Slowly and reluctantly, she looked around. The room wasn't familiar. She blinked, closed her eyes, and blinked again. Streaks of sunlight penetrated the window and blinded her.
She realized that she awoke to soft sheets, and the morning light trickled in through the blinds. Shedding herself of the remaining glimpses of a dream, her eyes were still shut as she soaked in the warmth of her covers before letting her eyes see the sun's rays.
As she roused from a heavy slumber she was first aware of the coolness of the air and its loamy fragrance. The lazy wind pushed against the unmown grass like a child sending dandelion seeds on their way: one o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock. It was really soothing.
What time was it? How long had I been asleep? Where am I? All of these questions shot through her mind as she laid there. She was debating whether or not she should get up. Her muscles felt weak, just like her energy. But remembering that she had a lot of things to do, she decided on getting up. She let out an exasperated sigh, groaning as she slowly rolled off of the bedding that she had been occupying, but not even a second later, a sharp pain suddenly erupted from her body.
She couldn't help but let a loud hissed out from her mouth, before falling back to her bed. Her whole body was sore! All her muscles felt like jelly. She stared at the ceiling grimly.
'Just how long have I been sleeping?!'
Yona keep laying on the bed as she sort out her mind. She had long thrown out the idea of jumping out from bed with her sore body. She could guess that she had been in a coma for quite a long time. If not, her body wouldn't be like this. Even moving her hands is painful. She didn't want to think how painful it'll be when she walked.
'If i can still walk, that's it.' She chuckled bitterly.
She really doubted that she'd have an easy time in walking around again. Most probably, she would need to re-learn how to walk and train her muscles. Her muscles seem had turned weak from the lack of use, just like a baby. Again.
She tried checking on her injuries, but found out that they had healed up nicely. Although she didn't have the strength to get up and look at the mirror, at the very least, her skin was smooth enough, which means that she had been sleeping for a real long time.
She looked around again. She had no idea where she is. It didn't resemble her room at all. She was lying on a king-size bed, which have curtains on its own. There are many windows, so the room is brightly lit. Cabinets and vases here and there, a small table near the bed, there are chairs here and there as well. And there are a lot of flowers. A lot.
Her eyebrow arched. "Why are there so many vases?" she muttered.
Her old room have no flowers at all, she had never thought of putting a vase of flowers there. A fresh flower wilts in days and she found it a waste of time to keep changing those flowers. Why bother caring that useless stuff? Besides, she rarely stayed in her room anyway. She tended to stay outside, enjoying the mother of nature. It's a habit from her previous life.
So now, the sight of countless flowers here and there confused her. Although she didn't hate them –since they the room, she found it a little bit strange. She had grown used to her old gloomy room.
When she said "gloomy", she really meant that.
Her old room was so bare that it didn't resemble a bedroom. Anyone that had seen her room would never think that the occupant was a princess. Why? Because there was no king-size bed, instead, there was a whole wall of bookshelf. A regular closet at the corner of the room, one multi-function table near the window and a small chair for her to sit. Her bed? Just using the regular futon, easier to store. A simple room to a tee, that's it.
She had been too used to sleep in tent or even leaning on the tree that she feels awkward to sleep in an exclusive room. The number of times that she entered a city, she chose the cheapest inn since she was sort on money. And that has been done for decades that now she became restless when staying in this kind of luxurious room.
This, again, didn't sit well with her parents. But they doted on her too much that she had always won all the arguments.
Her parents weren't good at raising child at all.
But it's not like she will complain though. Even though they spoiled her rotten, at least in this lifetime, she still has both parents alive.
Her musing was stopped by sounds of footsteps. She turned her head toward the sound and not long after, her eyes clashed with those blue eyes, the eyes that she love so much.
She silently stared at him, noticing the waves of emotions from those beautiful eyes. Shock, doubt, happy, fear…
'What do you fear of, Hak?'
"Yona-sama…?" a low voice was heard, so soft that Yona almost missed it.
"Mhm…"
Nothing was said, only an equal soft reply was given. Yona could see how those eyes widened, and how that mouth gaped. She found it amusing.
'Never thought there will be a time when I can see Hak gaping.' The corner of her lips twitch in amusement, and her eyes become tender. She didn't know her expression surprised Hak, even more surprising than her awakening.
BUMP
That expression resembled his dream so much. It made him afraid.
BUMP
Is this a dream? That Yona has awakened now?
BUMP BUMP
Or is this reality?
BUMP BUMP BUMP
He gulped. "I… I'll go find doctor!" he said quickly before running out of the room.
Yona let out a small laugh. This is a new sensation, seeing Hak flustered like that is a whole new sensation.
Somehow, she felt so free, so much freer than the past four or five years she had been alive. No, even freer than her whole two lives combine.
She closed her eyes and let a smile blossomed on her face.
"It's good to be back."
Outside the room, Hak tried to steady his heartbeat. Even though it's just a few steps from the room, it feels like he has been running for a mile. He pinched his thigh. Hard.
"Ouch!" he hissed. His hand stiffened.
He isn't dreaming at all.
To be continued
It's shorter than my usual chapter, I know. My writing has grown rusty from the lack of practice this whole year, so please bear with me. ^^;
Another thing, I am searching for an editor/beta for this story, especially for words/sentences flowing/structures area... or whatever it is called. I am planning on editing the story (my friend helped me in some part but only grammatically). If there is anyone that willing to help, please PM me. :D (serious only and willing to commit, please. I've already met a fair share of betas that disappeared on me without word after the i sent the files and I've grown tired of it.)
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