Prolouge

"You have only 25 days or less to live." The Doctor said. I kept on blinking.

"Are you sure?" I asked in shock.

The Doctor nodded at that. "What! How? Why!" I screamed, "I am sure that I was perfectly fine yesterday."

The doctor sighed at that. "I checked it over and over again. Your heart is not stable. If you didn't ignore those heart aches and came to the Doctor earlier, there might have chance that you could live longer."

"Is this some kind of reaction video shoot?" I asked trying to break a smile in my face.

"I am sorry. This is it." He said. Tears rolled down my cheeks. This couldn't be 'it'.

I quietly walked out from there. The rain was pouring heavily. I have no umbrella, great!!

I am Kang Ju Da and today I was told that I have only 25 days to live. This is absurd!!! The Doctor doesn't know what he is saying. I am perfectly fit and fine. There is not way I only have 25 days to live.

My head starts feeling ditzy, everything was spinning. I started feeling a force pulling me deep towards the earth. Am I really dying?

No! This is not the time! According to the doctor I have 25 days more to live! I can't die here.

I tried to walk forward but I ended up slipping on the water and falling on the ground.

Everything from my bags dropped out. My phone's screen cracked. Shit! I still have a buttload to pay for this phone.

People didn't even give me a glance and walk past me, today I know how selfish people of Seoul are. Everything was still spinning. My head hurted a lot more than it usually does, crap this shit! I am a single woman in her late-30s, I had suffered more pain than this.

With that throbbing pain in my head I started picking up my things. My make up, my cracked phone, my wallet, that stupid hospital report and my favorite book "Faith" and the photo of my late parents.

Everything was wet. I kept the things inside my bag. I was about to put the book in when all of a sudden it started glowing.

I dropped the book on the floor. Is it because of my headache? The book opened itself. What the actual fork!!!

A bright light came out. Is anyone seeing this? I looked around and no one seemed to noticed it. Have I gone officially insane??

The book pages flipped to the first page. Suddenly my head stopped aching. Everything went to normal. Ok. . . I am hallucinating.

I stood up and bend to pick up the book just then the book pulled my hand in. I fell down in shock. I couldn't even say a word. The book slowly swallowed half my body. I closed my eyes shut.

Oh Jesus, save me. Lord Buddha, I will become a full time devotee of you if this is just a dream. Allah, I will visit Mecca every year if this is just my hallucination. Lord Mahavira I will become a pure vegan. Artemis I will turn into one of yout vestal Vigirns

"Princess~"

"Please wake up, milady!"

"Princess!!!"

I heard voices call out someone. A princess. I am hearing a voices. I must be at the hospital. I am not telling anyone what I saw, they will think that I am insane and to be honest even I think I have gone insane.

I tried to open my eyes, it was as if someone had stuck my eyes with hot glue. I was laying on something soft, something like grass. I touched the bed. Grass. . .

My eyes opened wide. Allergic to grass. I stood up staright ignoring the people who were next to me. They probably thought I was some homeless woman who fainted.

I started walking just when I stepped on my long dress and fell down on my face.

"Fuck it!!!!" I screamed. I sat upright and rubbed my eyes. This stupid dress! I always get stuck on dresses that's why I never wear it. . . I never wear dresses.

I looked down and saw myself in a blue wet dress or gown, whatever you call it, but why am I in a gown and why am I wet. I mean I did walk without any protection on the rain. That explains one thing, but this dress?????

I put my hand on my forehead. My hair. . .is long and. . .silver. Super Silver, like Silver - Silver. I have short, dirty blonde hair.

"Princess!!!" The people over there yelled looking at me and ran to me.

"Princess I'm so glad that you are awake." A young woman maybe in her mid-20s said. I looked at her in shock. She was dressed in a classic maid outfit of the 17th century.

"Princess. . ." I mummered.

"Where is she? Where is the Princess?" I asked in shock. There must be a Princess here.

The woman turned back to face the other men and women back who were also dressed in classic butler and maid outfit.

"Princess! It's me Maria, your nanny." the woman said pointing to herself.

"Princess?" I mummered.

"Yes!! You!! Princess Aeliana. The second Child of Duke Wynknight!!"

What the fu-