"Even an aesthetically beautiful scenery cannot subdue the course of life that your destiny has chosen. Yet the most brutal moments of life may lead to the most pleasant memories. Is this contradiction? No! This is what we humans call life."

......

Thundering in the storming weather and the image of endless subsiding sprinkles of raindrops reflected in the shiny blue eyes of Rosaline, waiting for the crosswalk signal to turn green. Submerged in the rain, the dripping of the water droplets from her skirt gave a stark coherence to a faint beam that was transcribed in her face.

The signal turned green, and the life motioned around her as she looked toward the sky with a sense of enthusiasm. Tranquility in a sense of bewilderment. That's what you can call her expression.

Passing through the crosswalk head-on, clutching her yellow bag and wittingly keeping her stance as the background ode of the rain trimmed her motion, a sudden scream from behind froze her feet right between the white and black strip of the crosswalk.

A premonition? A devil in disguise? The demon of life had come for her at last. She felt the devil smirking, coming for her life's only contentment after her parent's death. She discerned her disposition spiriting away as her shivering blue eyes glanced at the speeding car coming her way. The memories of her tainting life came flooding in. Were all those all-nighters worth it? Those lonely nights of seclusion and misery were all in it for this? Aimless death?

Her senses had dwelled on such thoughts in the entirety of seconds as the blinding lights of the car completely covered her embodiment. How many people were beside her? She didn't know. All she reckoned was that her bleak life was finally ending seeding nothing but a dagger of sorrow in her heart.

Eyes were closed and the reality was accepted. Would anyone mourn me? What did I do with my existence?

....

The loud banging's of horns filled the sky and rained its essence out. The clouds had ruptured into a burst of rain as it mourned for Rosaline, the poor creature that existed as lonely as a meteoroid in space. A shining beam of light she was. The cries of the precious ones of the people killed by the drunken driver entirely coveted one body that was missing from the scene. The body of Rosaline was nowhere to be found.

….

"Where am I?"

She felt as light as a feather in the wind that streams its way through the world. What is this perception? Eyes that render nothing but darkness, the body that endeavors a sense of traversing through space. Am I dead? Luminescence enlightened her outer-worldly blue eyes as she heard an earnest call,

"My darling Rose."

….

"She is the one, right?"

Vague murmurs filled up Rosaline's consciousnesses. Her rationale propelled her senses to awake amidst the chaos. As she flickered her index finger, the body seemed to be taking on momentum.

"Your highness! We…."

The faint sounds were projecting her hearing into a chain of moments that woke her from her yet profound slumber. Rosaline felt the warm embrace of a person that had cautiously cuddled her body with him. Her discernment was swinging between her conscious and insentient sensibility as it endeavored to ask a handful of queries. Had she ever felt such a warm embrace? Why were the hands that caressed her so affectionate?

"Give her some space. Her body seems to be very unstable as it seems"

Long black eyelashes strengthened to curve out her pure blue eyes as she widely opened them to land her sight on a scene that was not an aesthetic sight, to begin with. An extremely dark, sinister-looking cave welcomed her with all its heightening darkness that enclosed her every crusade. Her vision landed on the three beastly men standing in front of her that petrified her sentiment to cast a glance at the hands that cuddled her, a frantically pale man whose exceptionally yellow eyes threw her in a motion of terror. She shoved the man away from her and let out a scream of terror.

" Where in the world Am I? Please leave me I beg of you"

The man whom she had pushed sat beside her astonished. Rosaline threw a glance at the man who had kidnapped her? Yellow eyes that gave an impression of majestic excellence, a tall slender figure with a body comprising a stern physique that shivered her down to the bone.

The cave subdued with a dark ambience was lit by a yellow flame in the middle of the aerate giving a slight outlook of the men's presence around her which made her even more anxious. The only man she could see was the one sitting beside her eyeing her as his eyes felt a mixture of warmth and longing.

"No need to be anxious, my lady. You are not in danger."

What could've been more menacing than strangers she met for the first time assuring her of her safety? She wanted to run for her life, but her legs gave away in distress. Her body quivered as she stood holding on to a mountainous piece of rock attached to the cave as her only lifeline.

"I don't know any of you and yet you are asking me to believe some mere strangers?"

The beastly men seemed to be taken aback at her questioning as if they were expecting some kind of an assertion from Rosaline. The ash-black shadow that was coveting the figure of the people was not of any help as it made her more anxious about them. But one thing was for sure no matter how much her heart trembled, she resolutely stood her stance.

"Edmond? She doesn't know about us?"

"Chris."

It seems that the name of the majestic yet beastly man standing beside her was Edmond. One word from him completely led to silence among the men as a domineering power entity.

"Lady Rosaline, please be assured that we are not going to hurt you. The name of Princess Anabelle might soothe you, now, wouldn't it?"

The name of her mother jolted her. Edmond knew that the alluring blue eyes that were shockingly eyeing him were in questing how he knew his mother. One thing was for sure, she thought she was in another world and who would've thought that her wildest guess would be the one closes to reality?