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Where am I? I looked around and to find myself in a beautiful garden. A huge field greeted with a wide variety of flowers.

"Gongju-mama." I gasped and turned around.

"Daebi-mama!" I ran up to her and hugged her tightly.

"My daughter..." I looked up and ran hugged my father.

"Abeoji!" He chuckled.

"You still refuse to address me as a King." He my hair and I smiled.

"I had a very bad dream and..." I ranted out to them but their smiles turned sad.

"Chaeyoung." I turned to see my brother and pranpriya, my best friend and next to her is the General's daughter.

I frowned. "This is the dream isn't it?" I began to tear and my brother came to me and ruffled my hair.

"You're seeing us  now. That means you've safely arrived, but that can also mean we are no longer there with you." Tears start to sprung my eyes.

"Listen carefully Gongji—ani, chaeyoung-ah. Live for us ok?" I shook my head and my father knelt and wiped my tears.

"We'll meet again. We might not be who we are in your life anymore, but remember,  we're still under that same sky." I sobbed and they all hugged me.

"Take care Chaeyoung. Until we meet again. Live your life." My mother kissed my forehead and I closed my eyes.

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I jolted up awake and my hand reached to my eyes to find fresh tears streaming down. I looked around and it's dark but the a warm light coming from the ceiling. I really am living in the future. I pulled my legs to my chest and cried some more. A knock came and I looked at it. It was that familiar looking guy.

"May I come in?" I sniffed and slowly nodded. He brought me water and I accepted it. I looked at the glass in wonder how they can make a cup out of it. I felt the bed dip and I glared at him. He sat on the edge of my bed and he awkwardly cleared his throat and sat on the floor instead.

"I'm park chanyeol. I'm the eldest of my brothers." He has a deep raspy voice. I sniffed and wiped my tears.

"I'm park chaeyoung." He was surprised and I raised my brow at him

"People had names in the past too. Not just titles. Although, the lower class only had first names." He chuckled and my brows furrowed.

"I don't understand anything. You laugh easily when there's nothing funny. And why do you shelter a Japanese man?" He sighed and rubbed his temples.

"Oh boy, you have a looong way to go." He shook his head.

"Then start now. I don't like that I don't have the knowledge. So