"no, no don't come close, NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"wolves, wolves are all over, where where do i go where do i hide, pain......ah...ah...i can't run , i can't run anymore.........I regret, I regret......I shoun't have....I shoudn't have........."

The woman's heart raced, her breath shallow. The nightmare was a relentless echo of past trauma. She'd lost count of how many times she'd relived this horror. The wolves symbolized more than mere danger—they were the embodiment of her deepest fears.

"ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!"

shouted the women as she got up instantly from her bed, her whole body was sweating, her forehead showed drops of water even on a cold winter day.

"My lady! my lady, its ok....its ok my lady its already morning, there are no wovles...you are safe...you are safe" spoke the maid as she slowly rubbed the back of her master.

her eyes were full of water, threatening to flow at any moment, she looked at her master, just why did she has to go through such pain, why can't she have normal and peaceful nights, why is she not able to rest at night like others, why did god had to punish her master like that, a lady so kind.

hearing her maids voice Isia came to her senses as she became aware of her surroundings.

this dream again, just how much pain were you in Isia. These dreams were a cruel trick, luring her into a sense of safety before plunging her back into terror. It was like waking up in a cozy bed only to find herself trapped in a nightmare.

she thought as she touched her head which had a throbbing pain, her lips were in a straight line, the moment she opened her eyes all of the fear and memories disappeared for her as if never happened, her cries of pain, her forehead lines, her eyebrows which almost touched each other few minutes ago returned to their own place, her face was calm as she took a deep breath and looked out side the window, beside her bed.

"its quite cold outside"

"yes my lady" replied the maid who was now standing beside her with her hands folded one on the other.

the window beside her overlooked the garden of her compartment. all the trees and plants were covered with white dust, that shone in the winter sun, the small lake in the garden was frozen and there was slight wind, which came through the window and played with her hair.

"go, lets get ready for the day"

"yes" bowed Jia, her maid as she extended her hand for her master.

Isia slowly put down her legs which came in contact with the cold wooden floor and then handed her hand in her maids hand and got up.

Her hair was jet black and ran down till her waits, they were straight and if one put there hand in her hair they would slip down them very easily, her skin was pale, her hand were slim and beautiful. She was the personification of a true noble lady,

as Isia got up Jia couldn't help but admire her master, the way she carried herself, though a cold exterior she knew the heart which lied inside was warmer than anyone, her master was a rare beauty but also with brains,  how lucky she felt to serve her.

"Jia any news from master as to when he is returning"

"no miss, no information yet, but we got to know he went visit an old friend and his apprentice..oh what was she called, ah I think it was ah yes she is called Reika Brown. I heard she was very curious of this place, so her master forced out master Jaren to take her with him here when he returns to show her this place"

Isia who was looking at her reflection in the bronze mirror and was listening to Jia as she combed her hair, instantly froze as her eyes widened when she heard a familiar name, a name so familiar, the name she wanted to avoid at all cost.

It had been 17 years since she transmigrated into this world, a world similar to ancient china and its customs but also entirely different, it was a novel world called Wqara, the world was like it was created by the author who loved Chinese culture but did not have much information of its tradition and customs, as if all of the authors knowledge came from by reading other Chinese historical novels.

She was transmigrated into the body of Isia Hawthorne, the daughter of the prime minister but just a cannon fodder, she had read this novel before, before the plane crashed and she woke up in a complete different world, but even after her death in the real world she had nothing to worry about, because she knew very well there was no one who would be waiting for her, there would have been no one who would have cried upon her death, no one would have  been sad.

To think, she was quite happy here if not for the ending she knew that waited for her if she followed the original plot. In this world she got what she wanted the most, loving and caring parent who dotted on her, she always used to envy the kids who had parent but here in this world she got herself them too, what could be more better than this.

She grew up in orphanage and went through lots of hardships but after all of this she had finally attained success and was working as a phycologist but what there was something lacking. that the lacking part was a family, people who love her care for her, remember her birthdays and wait for her but finally finally she has all of it here in this world and she is not going to let go. 

She remembered in this world  how her parents embraced her for the first time, how they would scold her when she made a mistake but later make a feast of her favorite dishes to make her happy, their little chit chats, her banter with her mother, their nagging, just how magical those moments were and she dreams to have them for a lifetime, she would protect her parents and do anything for them.

 She just have to avoid the main characters and live with her parents forever, such a good plan! how could she not be happy, there was no plot control and nothing, she did not had to act like the original owner of this body and she could live her dream life with her parents but she always felt, just how can things be so easy.

As the time where the original plot  started to come near she got attentive of her surroundings more, she planted spies and got knowledge of the  protagonists, the original owner of this body did not come in contact with the leads until she returned to the capital with her father, so she was a little calm but the sudden news of the arrival of the female lead to her boudoir, on the pretext of a visit sent a chill down her spine. Meeting with the female lead means she would not be able to avoid her fate and it meant she would meet that cold, ruthless and indifferent prince, the male lead, the person who threw the original owner of this body to wolves, the person who led her to her death, the person who tortured her, the person who had only the female lead in his eyes and did not care for the other, he was her doom, the doom she decided to avoid at all cost in hopes of survival.

can I really survive this................