Princess Vilyarin

Grayish white fogs are hovering on the surrounding, though it in shadows beyond Raume's vision . His words echo to his head slowly .

Did I die? I'm a failure after all . I wish I was born as a villager not a majestic .

Something flows from his eyes but unlike the tears these are much slower, and they are rough when they dry after they have tracked on his cheeks .

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I'd thrown away everything I have; my dreams, my happiness, my romance, and even my whole life, just to serve my people, the kingdom left by my father and mother . But, how cruel it is, when they to whom my pledge, loyalty and service given, will against me, my sister, the tower, the throne . What have I lack? Is it the knowledge not knowing what behinds the unknown?

He walks not cognizing the surroundings and his head b.u.mps— "Ouch! Ooh, ooh, sh*t…" —to a wall .

"Who's there?" has yelled by a female .

He's fl.u.s.tered . His body is shaken . And he somehow recognizes that voice .

Hurriedly flapping his hand anywhere onto the wall while he's hearing the clas.h.i.+ng and splas.h.i.+ng of water and the footsteps from someone who begins walking . Hasten, seeking something that his instinct is telling him to locate . As he feels the footsteps, approaching; he leans at the walls while he's staring at the shadow of a woman .

"Sis, it's me . " —s.h.i.+vering .

The shadow swings its hand from its left to right, ordering the fogs to moves, giving them a sight to each other . He covers his eyes, about-face, and he leans his palm to the wall .

"I've never thought you've try peeking on me," Jesifer has said . She smiles, while she's walking heading near, making her brother trembles more . She hugs him from behind . Her chin lying to his shoulder as her cheek leaning to his cheek, making this young prince nosebleeds and his nose root numbs heavy . "Come . Let's bath together, just like we used to, when we were still young… when they were still alive . "

Those words are digging and open the wound on his chest . Unexpectedly he feels something flowing as it has tracked on her cheek, the same as what flows from his eyes .

"Sis, stop!" He removes her arms from clinging and he establishes a distance from her . He moves to the side to take a glimpse at her eyes . —So dark, deeply pure black . And bloods are flowing from the corners of her eyes . "What's happening?"

The queen shrinks suddenly a little and her face is deforming to a bit identical . Her hair turns curl however still black . Her voice becomes different as she speaks . And her facial becomes stricter . She smiles at the idled Ruame . She pushes his shoulder as she presses him at the wall . Her hand goes inside his chest .

The prince is powerless to resist rather than he is helplessly watching every event rendering to his eyes .

She draws out her hand and shows him something above her palm—it's still beating . She speaks near his ear, "Anyone that stomp or damage the will of this . I'll hunt them until to the bottom of the h.e.l.l after I'll awaken, and they all perish, slowly, being tormented . "

Is dream actually real, or not?

Is our life is just a whole dream?

Or dreams are merrily scapegoats .