This feeling is the kind of feeling that you always felt in your entire lifetime... But, it is a different kind of feeling that seems to be unusually strange for you to experience.

Lying down in a cold, dark, dim-lighted room; with only one chair left behind from the last confrontation that had happened, you slowly rise up from the freezing cemented ground that you had laid on for some time or longer than the usual. Your eyes slowly open from a blurriness image to a clear image of the room that you've been locked up in. The room is in a hexagonal-like shape; as the lights only shine on both, the bottom of the wall openings, and the ceiling with a caged design. The steel walls give a cold demeanor as you touch it with your bare hands; while a door labeled with Chinese Pinyin lettering, appears right behind you. You look around with each wall lined up with the skeletons of previous travelers that had came before you. They were once adventurers that had traveled into this strange, dimensional-like world that you've entered with on your quest to save the world from a great evil known as Ching-Dai: The Demon Lord Of Destruction. It is a tragedy for the these adventurers to have their journeys come to an end with their own demise; therefore leaving you shaking your head, slowly, in a sorrowful manner.

There is a chair that you've had noticed that had a prisoner tied up on. A blindfold is laying on top of the chair; along with the torn ropes that are ripped off with a sharp object, such as a knife, or something else. Reaching your pocket, you take out a very small mirror that was laying inside of your black-silked Tang Suit pants. You look at your reflection as it clearly is shown: A handsome-looking Orient man with a muscled body, a hairstyle of a short haircut with a long braid that reaches down to your knees, long black V-shaped gloves that exposes your fingers; save for your middle finger which is half-way. And a black, sleeveless Tang Suit: Embroided with beautiful silk patterns and designs: in which comes with the loose, baggy Tang Suit pants that matches your oriental shoes. Your face had lightly been bruised from an attack by the Yaoguai; as you gently touch your cheek carefully with your fingers; as to not inflict pain from the tiny bloodied scratch from the injury you've sustained from the Yaoguai that you fought against, before it knocked you out.

Despite of your clever disguise as a man who is a 500,000 year-old legendary warrior named Fei-Zheng; wielding a legendary sword, and can transform everything onto himself... There is just one problem : The only part that cannot be changed is your blossom... The part between your legs that could never transform; for your true image is that of a young woman. A medium, bronze-skinned woman with a dark power of an ancient Snake Goddess; along with the mark of the Snake Head Symbol etched onto you on your back, and forehead. You always placed a concealing spell to cover your mark with your disguises as much as you could with every disguise that you came up with your magic brooch talisman. But, the Snake Head mark always appears on your back; thus it troubles you to cover it up for anyone to find out who you truly are.

Putting away the small mirror in your pocket, you slowly approach to the door with careful steps. You noticed that there isn't a doorknob that is placed onto it. The only way to get out of the room is for the door to be open on the outside; in which it was impossible for you to do. Hanging your head down, you thought that everything was already over...

But then...

A pair of footsteps echoed at your direction where the door is in front of you. As you place your ear on the door, the footsteps grow louder as someone is approaching towards the entryway to the sealed door. The voices are then heard from that same direction where you're standing at. Suddenly, you hear a loud whisper from the other side: It's two children with an English accent; which you remembered, all too familiar.

"Okay, Lola... Bosconian is inside of that room... And she's locked up. We have to get her out of here, before the Bad Storm comes."

"But Charlie, you need to open the door... With the keys. We can't let Bossie get captured again."

"Don't worry, Lola... She's waiting for us inside that scary room, and we can't get caught. It's the only way to exit this horrible place."

Surprised by the revelation of your little friends, Charlie & Lola, you speak in a lowly tone; as to prevent yourself from speaking too loud. You speak directly to them behind the door:

"Charlie? Lola? ...Is that you?" You answered.

"Bossie...? Yes, it's me and Lola. We're here to get you out of the dark room, and find a way to leave this nasty bad-guy place." The young boy said in a hushed tone. Scrambling through the keys that he had taken from Lola, a click is heard from the lock on the door. You slowly backed away as the door creaks all the way open; revealing the brother and sister, Charlie & Lola. A smile cracks open on your face.

"I can't believe it! You're both still alive. How did you managed to get out of your cell?" You asked.

"We had to come up with a plan to free you from the Bad Storm... Charlie and I had to free ourselves from the evil, bad men. I gave the bad man some candy that I had from my pocket to give him. He was too full, and I stolen the keys quietly, Bossie." Lola spoke quietly to you, as for her to not make any noise.

Preparing for a hasty exit, you decided to get out of the dark room as fast as you can. Before you have your chance to leave, both of the kids had decided to let you escape with them. Both of them get themselves ready to run out first.

"Let's go before the Bad Storm comes back, Charlie!" Lola speaks in a frightening tone.

"Okay. Just calm down, Lola. Let's get out of here, Bossie!" Charlie speaks to you in an encouraging manner that no child has ever possessed, and you nodded. You agree on their terms to leave the dark room as you followed them, first. The two children ran as fast as they could, until...

BANG!* *BANG!*

"AAAHHH!" "AAH!"

A blood-curdling scream had came from the hallway at your direction. Shocked at the horrible everts which led to the point that your kid friends were brutally killed in cold-blood by a gun, you took a glimpse of the pool of blood on the right side of the steep hallway. Fear began to instill inside your heart by what happened. Suddenly, someone had chuckled after killing your friends, evilly.

"Such a terrible thing to die in such a way. Isn't it a shame?" A figure stands over the two dead children; wearing a suit that looked exactly like the same one that you've seen before. The door is still wide open. You stand there frozen on your tracks as his voice booms, and echoes all over.

"Now, Empress... Don't you even move a single muscle. It's time for you to be punished! *evil laugh*"

To Be Continued...