Yuria sprang forward as she sat up on the bed, as beads of sweat trickled down her temples. Her eyes were red, and her chest was heaving up and down without any stop, as if her heart had gone out of control.
Tears were still slipping out of her eyes, and with a glazed expression, she touched her face to wipe those warm tears and looked at her hands and then her surroundings slowly.
She saw an unfamiliar yet familiar palace room with luxurious furniture, bedding, and decorative accessories around the room that seemed quite extravagant.
"What...just happened…A dream? These memories...my name is Yuria? Then who is Nathasia..." Yuria felt as if a torrent of two different memory sets were mixing together in her mind, making her quite confused with her own identity.
