Out of breath, the panting became intolerable and he slumped towards the cold floor, the book turned to a page in which he barely knew the words. He had used up so much for just one spell and he had to do this again tomorrow.

The old doors were heavily jammed for a moment and no one would dare open it except when he wanted to go out. It was difficult this time, like something was heavily tugging him and his spirit down. Maybe it wasn’t his role, maybe they were mistaken.

He is the next heir to the ‘Cho’s’ a long line of onmyoji that goes way back from the ancient times. It is said that their family were very famous and powerful, so influential that they were the backbone of Japan’s era

It’s true that they were a long line of family, and they were taught of powers beyond a normal human beings capacity, ever since they were kids, the children of their family were trained and every 50 years a book will be passed down from the previous head of the clan towards the next.

And unfortunately for Cho Kyuhyun, the book chose him.

He’s a lanky, 18 year old. He doesn’t know anything about the world his family is protecting; he doesn’t know about the book, he doesn’t know about this sad fate.

One day he opened his eyes and there was the incantation circle illuminating his whole body and it was never the same since then. The elders, his grandfather were so proud as well as his father. His mother were crestfallen, she said she didn’t expect it to be him this time, serving the shrine and sealing the witch was not something she dreamt for him.

Yes, the Witch. It was the demon that is sealed at this very temple. An undefeated evil were sealed by his ancestors to prevent the destruction of their country when he rampages and caused famine all over the lands a hundred years ago. He was chosen to once again protect the seal of that demon and keep the peace.

He never wanted this, yet he had no choice.

He wiped the droplets of sweat from his forehead, and bringing his hand together he muttered an incantation. Ropes of scriptures ghostly ruptured from where he lay encircling the four corners of the shrine, illuminated by a blinding light. His eyes opened and the color of his iris turned blue.

He stopped.

He saw a clear blue sky, he smelled of leaves and grass, the wind blew hard and he bolted upright.

This is wrong.

One thing about incantations, it can make you see things that aren’t with us, it can make you picture the past, the future and the distant present. It can make you ‘see’… not feel.

So he looked around and his eyes lay towards a small pond beneath a huge tree.

Someone was there.

Black hair flowing at the silent wind.

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