A 21st century covert ops agent, Cybelline found herself transported to a medieval world of magic and war without a clue of how she got there. Fine, she'll consider this as early, early retirement, ignore that she's now turned into a 12 year old, and try to have a quiet, peaceful life. Maybe she would buy a farm and raise some ducks. She didn't plan to have royalty fall over her doorstep and demand marriage for "taking his innocence". Granted, she tripped him first, but he deserved it. If her idyllic life had been undisturbed, she could even ignore the war between humans, the Fae, and the Folk. If they had left her alone, perhaps she would have never discovered power so potent that it could destroy the world. Perhaps she would have never become the most feared person in the realm.

She was as gentle as the rain that fell on the bamboo leaves. Innocent as the summer scent that brushed against the ripening wheat. A princess in ancient china, she would follow myths and legends until she became one herself. She was a rose who would become the gilded fire lily, the symbol of war and revenge. All of creation would know her name as she takes her ranks among the gods. Her hands would signal the rise and fall of nations and the fate of the gods themselves. From chess piece to grand master, Yu Zhu's journey will take her far and across all the realms until she claims her destiny.