D E A T H ; a hwarang fanfiction

ii.

I LEAPED forward. Breathing heavily looking wildly around, a glass vase shattered on the floor. Just a nightmare—a dreadful nightmare. Massaging my neck I stepped over the glass, to a dresser across the room.

The same nightmare which has occurred every night. Haunting my dreams as long as I can remember. The outside still a pitch black, with a few drunks farther away.

The ache in my foot starts to sting. I hear Ms. Choi down the courtyard, yelling for help. A sigh is all I can think to do, as this is a normal occurrence for the Zhang family.

The Zhang family, a noble family in which I have come to serve over the past five years. The head of the family passed last year. After the late master's passing a recent growth of thieves has occurred. Which is where I come in.

Before the master passed my father was his daughters "guard". Ever since my father left for buisness in Osaka for trade. I've more or so had to babysit the youngest daughter.

I can hear yelling, and a pitter patter of feet dashing toward my way. In burst a bundle of dark hair. Little Nagasaki throws open the door, eyes wide and cheeks damp. I frown.

Usually she doesn't stay near here. So how did she get here so fast? Even so, why is her body soaked? I take a step towards her, putting my hand on her shoulder. Nagasaki shrieks spinning around, wildly hitting the air. "Little one what are you doing here?", I ask crouching down. Nagasaki shrieks again rushing to flee. Shocked, I rush after her. What has her so jumpy?