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

Just as they were about to reach the first line of trees, a rather strange, high pitched sound broke out into the forest. It was something between the song of a bird and the whistle of a man.

As soon as he heard it, Jun stopped and looked up towards the tree tops. This caused the entire group to halt its movements.

Jung-Hee leaned against Hyun and they both waited in apprehension.

While Jun was listening intently, Yu Yeong came closer, stopping at Jun's side.

"Is that Ha-Yun?" Yu Yeong asked in a low voice.

"Mn." Jun nodded slowly. His eyebrows were furrowed. "I gave him a mission and it appears he's finished it.

"What mission?" Yu Yeong inquired quietly.

But Jun didn't reply. Instead, he continued walking. He was the first to enter the thick forest. The others slowly followed after him. No one spoke a word, the silence growing thicker and more stifling as they advanced through the trees.

Chapter 77