Raksha1

On a special day when it is said that spirits come to visit the living, eighteen year-old Kim Yoon-Yi gets sent into the past.

Year 1452 is a year of turmoil. At the Joseon court the King, a Prince and Ministers battle for power. Neither wants to give in, using whatever means possible to best each other. There is nothing one wouldn't be willing to do when a single wrong step can mean either great success or swift demise. 

While young Yoon-Yi learns to adapt and survive in this new and dangerous environment, she finds a bond that is stronger than time itself: love. For her it was a first love born in the past, for him it is something he cherishes in the present. But what about the future? Will Yoon-Yi's presence in that age trigger unfathomable changes, or will destiny follow its course unhindered? 

* This is a work of fiction. Some elements are historically accurate, while others, such as certain timelines, events and characters, have been adapted in order to fit the storyline.

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Butterflies and Pins

After walking for several minutes, Shin and Yoon-Yi reached a narrow street. Waves of people came from both sides, huddled together and creating an almost impenetrable mass. Shin gripped Yoon-Yi's hand tighter, but eventually they got separated by the strong push of the crowd. They called out, but they could barely see each other through the mass of people that surrounded them.

Just when she was starting to panic, Yoon-Yi felt someone behind her, pressing against her back. Then, a second later, a sharp pain surged through her body and she blacked out. Her body fell limply into someone's arms.

It was a man, wearing black warrior garments. A black mask covered his features, allowing only for the eyes to be seen above the rim. The pair of eyes was glittering dangerously, the black of their pupils flashing with the colors borrowed from their surroundings.

Chapter 60