The Lost Lady [ON HOLD]

PROLOGUE

In a pitch-black night sky, thousands of glimmering stars were beautifully scattered. They were as charming and luxurious as pieces of diamonds intricately laid out on a piece of black satin cloth that was widely stretched in all directions.

Surrounded with the subtle but mystifying golden luster, the crescent moon up above was quietly giving off its unique charm and beauty together with thousands of twinkling stars.

Indeed, it was indeed a peaceful and beautiful night for everyone.

However, this beautiful quiet night was somehow different from a place hidden so deep in the middle of a dense primeval forest.

The giant and ancient old trees stood tall and unperturbed in this eerily darkened place. There was the soft but chillingly biting wind howling in the air together with the unknown dangers and magical beasts lurking around.

And tonight was extraordinary, even for this dangerous primeval forest.

Suddenly, a giant swirling black vortex appeared out of thin air, resembling a raging maelstrom that could engulf anything in its wide proximity.

However, before the vortex could make out any sound, just how it appeared out of thin air, it also disappeared in just a blink of an eye.

Then, a lady wearing an elegant floaty cyan dress has been spat out of the mysterious vortex.

In the middle of the primeval forest, the lady's sudden appearance was like a streak of light in a pitch-black canvas.

With shocked but enticing sharp eyes, perfectly and elegantly straight nose, rosy and smooth cheeks, sultry and moistened soft pink lips, and a face that seemed to be a perfect carving of an artisan master, the beauty of the lady was peerless and unrivaled. She stood still, rooted on the ground, while exuding a gallant and valiant aura as her silky, long dark-brown hair and cyan dress were softly fluttering along with the whisperings of the wind.

The lady, without a doubt, was possessing an extremely stunning beauty.

In the middle of the dense and primeval forest, she looked like a celestial being, capable of commanding the world under her feet.

However, it seemed that something has occurred to her after the passing of a few breaths.

Suddenly, the lady began to shudder unceasingly. She was trembling from head to toe. Her shocked eyes turned into a pair of disbelieving eyes filled with despair and gloom. Her sultry lips were quaking, and her rosy complexion became pale in an instant.

In just a matter of few breaths away, she seemed to be about to faint.

It seemed that there were thousands of raging thoughts running through her mind. It was like a ton of rocks were weighing upon her heart, stirring her from deep within. She tried to inhale a mouthful of air as she took the first step on this dark and unfamiliar place ahead of her.

Taking the first step was difficult. The lady's breath was harsh, her hazy eyes kept on dilating, her lips were trying to make a sound, but none could describe how she was feeling deep inside.

But before she could even take the second step, her body gave away. The lady slumped hard on the ground, half lying down, unmoving, without any sound escaping from her mouth.

It was a lonely and chillingly cold night. And there she was, alone amid the darkness, frozen in time.

No one knew how long the lady has stayed in that position.

Then, a shrill, piercing scream suddenly rang out.

This high-pitched sound was like an alarm set for the lady, prompting her to finally snap out of her frozen state.