A young woman infiltrates the secretive world of the Hwarang, driven by a mysterious agenda that unravels to reveal her shocking quest for revenge in the face of her brother's demise.
A K-drama-inspired Fanfiction
Guccitaenation original work.
I woke up in a cold sweat, my heart pounding in my chest. The vivid dream I just had left me breathless, yet filled with a bittersweet longing. In that dream, I saw my brother, Sun-woo, standing before me, his eyes shining with excitement and hope.
He spoke to me, his voice filled with anticipation as he told me about his journey to the Silla Kingdom, where he had discovered the existence of his half-sister. The mere thought of meeting her ignited a spark of joy within him. His words danced through the air, painting a vivid picture of a newfound family connection, a bond that had long been missing from our lives.
I could see the happiness radiating from Sun-woo's face as he shared his dreams of finally finding solace and love within our scattered family. He spoke of the wonders of the Silla Kingdom, its beauty and grandeur, its traditions, and its rich history. His excitement was contagious, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of hope building within me.
But then, the dream took a dark turn. Shadows clouded the edges of our joyful reunion. I saw my brother's expression shift from excitement to confusion, then fear. He was whispering something, his words barely audible, as if the weight of his revelation was too heavy to bear.
As I strained to catch his words, I saw a figure lurking in the shadows, a figure that bore a striking resemblance to the queen of the Silla Kingdom. My heart sank, for at that moment, I realized the truth – the queen, the very person who held immense power and influence, was responsible for my brother's untimely demise.
Sun woo's voice faded away, and I woke up, drenched in a mixture of sadness, anger, and determination. The dream had ignited a fire within me, a burning desire for justice. I knew then that I had to confront the queen, to seek the truth, and to avenge my brother's death.
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The morning sun began to cast its warm glow across the Hwarang dormitory as I prepared for the day ahead. As a medic, it was my responsibility to tend to the physical and emotional needs of these elite warriors. Little did I know that today would present me with a unique challenge.
Just as the sun reached its zenith, the tranquility of the dormitory was shattered by the clamor of clashing swords and raised voices. Alarmed, I rushed to the scene, my heart pounding with a mix of concern and determination. The Hwarangs, renowned for their skills and discipline, were engaged in a heated altercation.
I swiftly assessed the situation, understanding that tensions had risen to a boiling point. With careful steps, I positioned myself amidst the chaos, my presence a calming influence amidst the storm. I raised my voice above the commotion, calling for a ceasefire. Slowly, the clanging of swords began to subside as the Hwarangs registered my presence.
