A year passed and Taehyung had finally grown his serpent scales and eyes that would stick with him the rest of his life. Golden scales grew under his eyes as the dark shade of them brightened to a gold i found hypnotizing. He had initially hid his face from the palace, unable to show his scales. It took a whole afternoon of i was sitting in his room with him to convince him that it was okay and that his new scales didn't make him scary.

Ever since his scales and eyes came in, he had been able to hear her sing from wherever she was. dahyun could be in the depths of the shrine and he could be on the opposite side of the castle and he could hear the songs and feeling of the messages she is trying to send.

He could tell when you were sad or happy or sick or in pain with each song he heard. Able to convey my emotions through your songs, he wondered why it was he couldn't hear any other people.

When The monks chanted their mantras or the other maidens and priestess' sung, he couldn't hear them. Only dahyun voice was heard in his ears.

He had often spoken to his father, the king, about it. The king was unsure as to the reason as well, but passed it off as a result of your spiritual power and your control over it. However, it wasn't until one afternoon that Taehyung realized that he could not only hear your songs from anywhere, but he could find out where you were located if your situation grew dangerous or dire.

i was in the palace gardens studying flowers and leaves as part of my training on what plants or herbs to dry and place as offerings to the Serpent King's spirit. Placing herbs and flower petals inside of a clay bowl, i had heard someone approach me. Turning around, you saw two men dressed in foreign clothes i hadn't seen before.

"Hello," i greeted weakly as i stood on shaking feet. my clay bowl in hand as they just look at each other. "I've never seen you before in the castle, what are you doing here?" i had gotten braver each year and as a proud standing nine-year-old, i was determined to figure out if these were the king's visitors or uninvited guests.

"Little girl," one of them spoke as it made your skin prick. "You are a priestess?"

"Uh, yes," i squeaked. The moment one of them moved to reach behind into a pouch they kept on their hip, i panicked. Throwing the bowl of herbs, i closed my fist, extended my two first fingers and chanted a small protective spell. The herbs that flew towards the intruders caught fire and gave me just enough time to turn and run into the maze of hedges to hide.