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The evening fatigue settles on my shoulders like an unbearable weight. The people in the overcrowded minibus sway quietly, bouncing uncomfortably over the road’s potholes, sitting in gloomy silence as they count down the stops until it’s their turn to get off.The evening rush hour traffic jams always wear you down no less than the job you’re coming home from. It’s the daily routine of countless working pedestrians who don’t have their own car.Some lady in the bus had apparently poured an entire bottle of some horribly cloying, suffocating perfume on herself, with a smell that reminded me of rotten bedbugs. Two seats away, some man started coughing loudly without even thinking of covering his reeking, alcohol-laden mouth. And to top it all off, when it was finally my turn to squeeze my way to the exit, some clumsy cow stepped hard on my foot, scraping the faux leather on my brand-new boot!Things just keep getting better and better. Outside, a nasty, fine November drizzle was falling

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After a quick dinner, I head to the shower and then straight to bed. This piece of furniture—I absolutely adore. I miss it when I’m away and daydream about it. Household chores can wait until tomorrow; tonight, I can let myself relax.To distract myself from the day’s fuss and the monotony of my life, I grab my phone and open one of my favorite reading apps.Now this is where things get interesting! Where the characters truly live life to the fullest—love and hate, passion and contempt, friendship and rivalry, loyalty and betrayal, scandals, intrigue, investigations!It’s while reading books that I truly experience all these emotions—as if I’m living them myself. I worry about the characters, empathize with them, and want them to be happy… and as for the villains—I wish them fair and, let’s be honest, brutally deserved punishment! No matter how you put it, when scoundrels get what’s coming to them, it’s like a weight lifts off my soul.And the passion they describe in books—my goodnes

3 Wonderful World

Panic crashes over me like an avalanche. I start hysterically and frantically searching the grotto walls, hoping to find some lever, button, or who knows what—to somehow open a way through the rock and get back home.But all my efforts are in vain! There’s nothing in the stone that could help me in this full-blown meltdown.I pull myself together and try to assess the situation rationally—but it’s not really working. There’s only one sensible explanation: I must have fallen asleep, and this is all just a dream!But that theory is brutally smashed when a jagged rock jabs into my pinky toe, making me stumble painfully. Howling from the pain, I clutch my injured foot, swearing like a sailor. It hurts way too much—and feels way too real for a dream!But giving up is not an option! I have to fall asleep—and when I wake up, I’ll be back in my apartment, phone smashed into my face, just like it’s happened more than once before.Curling up in the far corner of the grotto, I settle down on the

4 Wonderful World

At first, I didn’t believe it and started checking my own body. And sure enough, my skin is several shades lighter than usual. My legs even look slimmer, and my chest is bigger—which couldn’t help but make me happy since I’ve struggled with a tiny bust my whole life.My hair really surprised me. It had grown past my shoulder blades, and my peroxide blonde was now almost white, with a slight lilac tint. Quite unusual and beautiful, I must admit.But what surprised me the most were my hands. From my wrists all the way up to my shoulders, they were covered in some kind of black tattoos!Examining my limbs, I realized it didn’t really look like typical tattoos. It was more like a design on my skin—very clear and detailed, with delicate, precise, and refined patterns. Usually, tattoos blur over time; the outlines aren’t as sharp as when first done, and the colors fade slightly. But here… everything was perfect, incredible!I actually liked the design. It consisted of a beautiful, intricate

5 The Settlement

With a hideous, drawn-out creak, the old door finally gave way, and I was dragged inside the shabby hut. For all my kicking and cursing, it felt like I’d suddenly unlocked a second wind — I’m sure the whole damn village could hear me by now.I won’t go down without a fight! I’ll injure the bastard if it’s the last thing I do!The brute carrying me suddenly stops and, without any warning, throws me down onto a floor covered in rough furs. He looms over me, arms crossed over his chest, muttering something under his breath. I freeze when another male voice joins in.Turning my head, I spot an old man standing in the far corner of the hut. He’s thin and dry as kindling, yet there’s something oddly dignified about him as he approaches. Between his lips, he’s chewing on a small twig with narrow leaves, rolling it lazily from side to side while studying me with complete indifference.After a slow inspection from head to toe, the old man rasps something to the giant, and suddenly massive hand

6 The Settlement

The settlement itself was astonishing. It wasn’t exactly medieval as we understand it, though the residents’ clothing shared some similarities—while also featuring daringly modern details that looked straight out of a futuristic fashion show.Every house, except for the shaman’s, looked solidly built. I could even see dark-gray brickwork in some walls, and the large windows were decorated with intricately crafted stained glass that stood out beautifully against the darker façades. The roofs were covered with sleek black tiles that gleamed faintly under the sun.There were no fences between the houses, only clusters of bright, exotic flowerbeds filled with plants I didn’t recognize. The road wasn’t asphalt, but paved with smooth, sturdy stone tiles that looked almost polished.Everything around me was fascinating—a strange blend of eras that somehow worked together. It was as if bits of different centuries had collided and learned to coexist in harmony. I would have found it all exciti

7 The Decision of the Chief

First of all — what kind of “situation with Miko” are we talking about?And second — what does he mean, “untouched”?!But I don’t dare to voice either question when I notice how the chief’s gaze changes. He no longer looks hostile — there’s curiosity in his eyes now, almost interest.“You’re right, Dil,” the leader says thoughtfully, a pleased smile spreading across his face. “She’ll be perfect!”“For what exactly will I be perfect?” I finally find my voice.“As a candidate to become our king’s bride,” the ruler announces, and my jaw nearly drops. “Each year, from every settlement across the kingdom’s lands, one maiden is chosen as a potential queen for our ruler. For many years now, our king, Karadeylis, has failed to find himself a wife. This time, the scouts of brides chose my daughter, Miko. But you’ll replace her. You’re young, beautiful, and pure — there should be no problem with the substitution.”“And what’s wrong with your daughter becoming queen?” I ask, completely failing t

8 The Decision of the Chief

“Well, if you don’t want to tell me where you’re from, I won’t insist,” Alaya said softly, watching me with understanding. “Just know this — I won’t judge you, and your secrets are safe with me. For now, eat and regain your strength. I’ll go prepare a room for you.”With that, she disappeared somewhere deeper into the house, and I turned my attention to the food.It looked like some kind of stew — I even recognized bits of potato, carrot, and onion. But there were also strange vegetables I’d never seen before, and meat that almost tasted like beef, though it was sweeter and softer. It was delicious, and I couldn’t help but feel genuinely grateful to the woman.When Alaya returned, I immediately told her how good it was. She smiled warmly — not the pushy kind of smile, but the kind that made you feel safe. I couldn’t stop wondering how someone so kind could live all alone in such a large house.“This will be your room,” Alaya said as she led me to one of the doors.Inside was a small,

9 Evening with Alaya

Her words made my mouth fall open and my heart drop straight into my stomach.Oh, that’s VERY reassuring!“How?” I barely managed to choke out, my body and mind frozen with suffocating panic.“I don’t know everything,” Alaya admitted sadly. “Six years ago, the watchmen came for Sariya. She was chosen as one of the brides… and she never came back. I don’t know what happened to her, but I do know she never became a queen. No one ever did. The king is a sorcerer—he’s lived for centuries—and still, there has never been a queen,” the woman said gravely.I stared at her, eyes wide, horror creeping through me.Wait… a sorcerer?!So their ruler is some ancient, sick old wizard demanding virgins for wives?!Oh, that’s just wonderful. Now I understand why Manar is so desperate to protect her daughter.I need to run. Fast.“Listen,” Alaya looked at me with sorrow in her eyes. “You remind me so much of Sariya. I wouldn’t wish her fate on you, but escaping from here is truly impossible. Between th

10 New World

A year still has twelve months, though each month is forty-four days long. Thankfully, hours and seconds match ours perfectly, and the week still consists of seven days with the same names.It was a strange world indeed, and I felt I had only begun to scratch the surface of it.“As I told you,” Alaya continued, lowering her voice, “our king, Karadeilis, is a great mage.”Now we had reached the part I dreaded most.“For several centuries he has ruled these lands. Many generations have lived and died under his reign. How he came to power remains shrouded in mystery. Some say he slaughtered the previous royal dynasty and took their throne for himself. Others whisper that he’s one of the last descendants of that very bloodline. And then there are those who believe he’s cursed—bound to immortality by ancient magic.“Some even claim he’s an alpha werewolf, one of the first and oldest. It’s not impossible—some mages here can shift into animal forms and are what we call ‘dual-faced.’ Whatever

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