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Warnings:None to Note

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What the hell?

A sudden gust of wind made several golden-brown leaves sweep off the ground, one landing on top of your head. You impatiently plucked it out of your tangled mane of hair, and stomped on it in anger.

"WHY, WHY, WHY AM I HERE?!" you screamed at the top of your voice, your tear-stained face shining in the dim orange light of the setting sun. A few birds that had been eyeing you curiously flew away, squawking startedly. You crouched down on a patch of ragged, dried grass on the side of the stone road, and sighed shakily.Your shoulders quivered as you felt another wave of tears make there way down your cheeks. You still couldn't process the fact that you were here. There's no way this should be able to happen. But it did.

You were equal parts scared, confused, frustrated and angry. So far, you only had one theory as to how you got here. It sounded dumb, like something out of a WandaVision episode, but...time travel. Despite your situation, you snickered at the thought of it. I must be delirious or something. Maybe...Maybe if I go back to sleep, then everything will go back to normal. You eyed the uninviting patch of grass reluctantly, as you stretched out on it and closed your eyes. Once they were shut, you were met with a never ending black hole of darkness, that swallowed you up in grief, fear and panic. But you were no stranger to the dark. You let it consume you, draining you of all feeling until you couldn't feel anything but numbness.

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"Eomma, I swear I heard someone scream!" The distant voice of a girl said, fear evident in her every word. You opened one eye lazily. Now, you could hear hurried footsteps, pit-pattering like hail on cobblestone. The sudden sound made you leap to your feet, in the fear of being discovered.  "Minseo-ah, get behind me. It could be the palace guards patrolling.Look at the sun, it must be past curfew already! The guards are especially unforgiving when it comes to us peasants." This time the voice was of a woman. Weird. You could understand what they were saying, but it sounded...off. Almost like another...language?

You could hear the footsteps getting closer. And closer. You knew they were going to see you if they came any closer. You looked around nervously, your heart thumping rapidly in your chest. To one side you could only see more rows of houses, looking like they were going to collapse at any moment. Turning your head the other way quickly, you noticed a large object. Squinting, you could see that further down the side of the road, there was a huge wheelbarrow looking thing filled to the top with something that looked like yellowish, uncooked, spaghetti? You grimaced. If I barge into someone's home, I'll most likely give them a heart attack. What if the house collapses on me as I try to open it? No....You weighed your options carefully. You eyed the contents of the wheelbarrow suspiciously. I can't believe I'm doing this. You followed your instincts, and  sprinted towards the wheelbarrow, sweat dripping down your forehead, palms clammy, even though the air was cool.

You heaved yourself into the wheelbarrow, hands slipping as you fell face forward, right  into the contents.

"Nae ttal, nobody is there. Come, let's run to Halmeoni's house, just in case. It's right over there. You remember, right?" You crouched down, hiding yourself, too afraid that getting a glimpse of the mother and daughter meant that they would see you.

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Yellow. Yellow was all you could see. Yes, falling face forward into a wheelbarrow filled to the brim with hay was not fun. Your heart pounded against your chest even as you flailed around, spitting out the stray pieces of the dry grass that had somehow made its way into your mouth as you had jumped. Clawing your way through the bundles of hay, you resurfaced to the top of the wheelbarrow, head popping out like a meerkat to drink in the air. A wave of nausea passed over you, as you were hit with the unbearable stench of waste on the dirty streets. You tried lifting yourself up and out of the wheelbarrow. You really did try. But, your hands were too slick with sweat. You were too exhausted. You looked up in frustration, only to see a gradually darkening sky. Fine. You would deal with this in the morning.

Falling back onto the surprisingly comfortable bed of hay, you felt your eyes closing once again. The day had been too long. You reached for your only comfort, clutching the ruby pendant on the gold chain tightly, letting the sharp edges indent your palms. You once again looked up at the now black sky, decorated with dots of shimmering light. "The darkest nights produce the brightest stars, my ruby." The wind whispered, your hair flying in the breeze. With your eyes closed, a small smile appeared on your face as you felt a sudden wave of tranquility wash over you. For the first time in your life, you felt weirdly at peace.

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Your fathers face. Jungkook's smirk. The Korean history book. Your grandmother. Each event that had occurred in the past 24 hours flashed in your mind. But then it was gone.

Sleeping soundly, without nightmares- dreamlessly- was an experience you had never had before. The darkness beneath your eyelids was welcoming. Comforting almost.

"Come, let's run to Halmeoni's house." Halmeoni? Haelmoni. "Haelmoni...Haelmoni!" You shot up from your hay bed, groaning. As your eyes snapped open, squinting in the light of the sunrise. "Sunrise? Shoot, did I...?" You looked around. Please, say it was all a dream, Grandma. You looked up at the dawn sky, and you could swear you felt the rising sun smiling at you.

No. This was real. No matter how much you wanted it to be a dream, a small part of you knew, knew that you were here for a reason. You didn't know how, you didn't know why, but your main purpose as of now was to stay alive. You gasped. You mentally slapped yourself. "How could I be so stupid." You murmured. This was Hanyang, in Korea. And as everyone-except you it seemed- knew, Halmeoni was the Korean word for Grandma. You supposed you were lucky you at least knew the language. Like that's going to help you survive in a place that is supposed to be in the16th century. A mocking voice spoke in your head. You ignored it. The objective was to survive, and that you would do. Cautiously, you lifted your head up slightly to peer over the wheelbarrow. Surely, there would be no one in the streets at this time. The coast was clear. Or so you thought.

You had one leg swung over the wheelbarrow, the over following in haste. Clip Clop. Clip Clop. Clip Clop. Clip Clop. Your heart went into overdrive, as you tumbled back into the bed of hay, hands shaking. That sound meant only one thing. Hooves. "Her name is Lysandra. It means Liberator. Hopefully she can liberate you from your fear of riding horses, as a horse herself." Grandma chuckled. "Hop on, my ruby." "NO! GRANDMA. GRANDMA!" But Lysandra had already started galloping. Clip Clop. Clip Clop." You shuddered at the memory. Hooves could only mean one thing. Horses. Horses could only mean one thing. People. Panic clouded your thoughts. Clip Clop. Clip Clop. Clip Clop. Clip Clop.

You. Couldn't. Stop. Shaking. They were a fingers length away from you. Any moment now, they would find you, and-

"General Park." A voice, rich, and impeccably deep spoke articulately, in what you now knew and understood was Korean. "General Kim." A high, sultry voice replied back. You couldn't breathe. These were the soldiers that Minseo  and her mother had been so afraid of. "Were there any problems while patrolling yesterday evening?" Asked the alto voice of what you knew was General Kim. A General. Two Generals. You really screwed up this time. "No problems. The stragglers were taken care of." You could almost see the smirk of the higher voiced man- General Park. Taken care of? No. Surely he didn't mean it. You hoped, for Minseo and her mothers sake, that they had gotten away. "The horses need food. They've been patrolling for more than 10 hours." Again, that honeyed voice of General Park. Murderer. You were shaking again, but this time not from fear. From anger. Pure, unfiltered, anger.

"Yesterday, we brought over a barrow of hay, General Park. It's right over there." No. No, No, No, No. You couldn't help it. Once again, Fear overtook your senses. Your damned heart was pounding inhumanely fast. Don't move. Please. You begged to yourself. A small shake, and they would notice you were there.

Then, a horse neighed. Inches away from your face. You looked up hesitantly, the large, elongated face of the beautiful horse appearing. You and the horse held eye contact for a moment. For that moment, it felt like the world stopped. The magnificent black mare was almost identical to your very own. Lysandra, your grandmother had called her. Yet, it couldn't be her. You knew that much, at least. Please, don't do anything to give me away. You silently begged the horse. The horse stopped moving. Then it snorted. Backed away, and neighed. As loudly as it could.

Your heart stopped. Footsteps edged closer, and closer to you. "What's the commotion here?" The deep voice of General Kim asked. You couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't shout. Couldn't run. You were frozen. "Ah, better not be another snake. That gave the horses a real fright last time." Without a warning, an extremely handsome face came into view. Thick, chestnut brown hair. Almond shaped eyes. You were entranced. His eyes scanned the haystack, until they landed on none other than you. You paled in shock. His eyes widened, betraying his surprise, but soon turned cold. "Jimin. Come here." Another pair of footsteps hurried towards you. "Is everything alright? You never call me by my name, unless-" Another beautiful male glanced down at you. Round eyes, the nose of a greek god. Tousled, black hair, as dark as a raven. Greek God? Stop it, they are about to kill you. That voice in your head hissed. "I wonder what Crown Prince Namjoon will think about this, peasant." General Park's smirk made a chill run down your spine.

A smirk that would likely appear in your nightmares.

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