“Leaving already, guys?” asked with disappointment Surim, who remained in the company of these extremely unfriendly to me girls. Sehun nodded lightly, after which Surim turned his gaze to me and gave me another dazzling smile. “Well, Changmi, I will look forward to meeting you again.”

As soon as I wanted to politely answer him, I stumbled upon Sehun's outstretched hand. What is he trying to say by that? Perplexed, I looked away from his hand and tried to find the answer in his eyes. No, wait… Does he want to take my hand? Due to my overlong hesitation, Sehun just grabbed me and led me to the exit.

Yet I am amazed at the spontaneity of his movement. First he opens his arms and says "Jump!" and now this. Why did he even take my hand? From his touch, a current ran through my body and the fingers which Sehun tightly intertwined with his own, gradually warmed up, which made me want to hold his hand tighter. But it’s hard to believe that Sehun decided to just hold my hand spontaneously.

As soon as we left the doors of this tavern and accordingly out of sight of people, he calmly unhooked our hands, continuing on his way.

“Sehun, wait! Why did you drag me by the hand?” I barely caught up with him and asked. At this time, Sehun took out a walkie-talkie, just like Chanyeol's, and began to tune in to the needed frequency.

“They wouldn’t believe otherwise.” He answered shortly and brought the radio to his lips, saying: “Phoenix, I'll deliver the package to you.”

He never answered any of the questions I asked. I'm already getting tired of all this secrecy. After all, the chosen one should know everything and there should be a proper attitude towards her, no? So why doesn't he want to answer my questions? I was distracted from my thoughts by slight crackling and then the muffled voice of the aforementioned Phoenix, or Chanyeol, was heard from the radio.

“Good. Watch her until I arrive.” After which Sehun answered in the affirmative and turned off the radio.

Commanding me to follow him, he walked towards what I understood to be Chanyeol's house, without slowing down. In general, he did not walk so fast but because of his giant steps, I literally had to run after him.

“By the way, Sehun, thanks for saving me from the suspicions of those people. Of course, to say that I am your girlfriend is a little too much, but thanks anyway.” I smiled gratefully, bowing my head slightly.

“It is not my desire to help you, but Chanyeol's order. I don’t need your gratitude.” He answered emotionlessly which, to be honest, hurt me a little. An order, then? Although, what else did I expect. I may have been foolish to trust them so quickly but in this world I have no one else to trust.

Shaking my head, I suppressed my disappointment and looked around, instantly plunging into this world. People who had dropped out of the Middle Ages were also rushing around us. A woman was sitting on a bench nearby, embroidering some intricate patterns with a cross and next to her children were running in a crowd, playing pirates with sticks. Sehun turned the corner of the building, which I followed, still looking around in amazement.

In this part of the street, there were dilapidated boutiques, somewhat reminiscent of modern ones. The interesting thing was that they were all demolished with broken windows and debris. And in general as I noticed this city or rather a village was all ruined and old…

I stopped near one of the boutiques, near the window frame where the glass was still intact. Through it were visible scattered bars and pieces of wood but, alas, they did not attract my eye. In this glass reflection I saw myself and hardly recognized.

It was like it was me but not really me. The facial features still remained mine but the face became smaller, more heart-shaped, the lips became plump, and even were covered with scarlet lipstick, which could not be erased by any efforts. The eyes have become larger, the eyelashes are thicker, and the skin has become pale, such skin is called porcelain.

Blinking several times, rubbing my eyes, comparing myself and pinching, I was finally convinced that it was me. Why have I changed so much? And is it even me? Only celebrities who do plastic surgery have such an appearance but clearly not me.

“Let’s go. It’s not safe for you to be out for long.” I shuddered and turned my gaze to the reflection of Sehun who approached and appeared in the glass. He was the same. So it's not the glass’s problem.

“Sehun, what's wrong with me?..” I muttered in confusion. Inwardly I was myself but what happened to the rest? Face, body, clothes... Although about the latter, I had assumptions.

“What are you talking about?” He frowned, examining me. Was I the same when they found me? It's strange that I hadn't noticed any changes before. Not to say that it was critical and this was obviously the least of my worries but I wanted to understand at least something, at least this little thing.

“Did you change my clothes?” I sharply him and crossed my arms over my chest. It seemed to me that I surprised him with this question, but after a second this emotion again gave way to indifference. His face almost never changes, but over the past couple of hours I have begun to discern subtle emotions.

“I saw you for the first time in Chanyeol’s room.” He said with slight irritation, also crossing his arms over his chest. “Now think, could I change you?”

“You could've just said no.” His tone offended me slightly, but in order not to show it, I turned back to the glass. Little by little I began to get used to my appearance, but I was also amazed by what I saw. An amazing transformation. “Then it was Chanyeol who changed me.”

“I doubt it. Now let's go.” Sehun took the same route, expecting me to follow him. Well, I won’t. I may not be in a position not to listen to his orders, but I didn’t like the fact that I knew nothing. Too many oddities happened on this abnormal day. I'm done with it. Why should I trust them, the rebels? Perhaps their king will be more accommodating, which would be helpful.

After walking about fifteen steps, the guy stopped, apparently sensing that I was not following him. He turned around and looked at me with displeasure, as if hinting to follow him. I still stubbornly stood still, with a daring look in my eyes. I won’t give up easily.

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