The Woman Ruler of the Altan Clan

Chapter 1 Dreams

Shanum jerked awake. His whole body was full of sweat. He rubbed his face, with his body still trembling, a fast racing heartbeat, chest stomping pain. Shanum stared at one point, his gaze still unfocused, the dream shadow was still fresh in his memory. The fear, the feeling of being alive, breathing, and dwelling within him!

*the four men, solid as rocks, followed the girl slowly from behind. There was something different about their behavior. Their path was as if unsteady on the ground, as if floating.

If only Shanum could have shouted to warn the girl. Unfortunately he can't do it. He tried many times to scream. But not a single voice came out of his lips. Shanum is like a frozen statue that can only observe without doing anything*.

The men had shortened the distance between them and the girl. But they did not speed up the pace. Shanum focused his attention on their faces, expecting to get some form of emotion.

Expressed faces, empty eyes. He doesn't know if they are human or not. Perhaps it was only the result of the empty aura shrouding their bodies awkwardly.

The girl seemed to realize. He ran, but they cornered him before he got a chance to escape. Although the assailants were still calm, their steps grew even faster as they approached the girl.

The lighting that illuminated the scene was only a torch mounted on the left and right sides of the building made of clay-covered stone.

The girl stumbled, then fell. Shanum held his breath. One of the attackers laughed like a bunch of crazy people. They were near the girl. Close enough that their smell must have surrounded him. He's surrounded.

They surround him, and Shanum hopes to help him. His hands and feet were involuntarily in a standby position, ready to unleash the martial moves he had once learned.

**The girl trembled, and tried to get up from the ground. His fragile arms were actually somewhat stocky, and it seemed that he would manage to stand up. Shanum felt a little pleasure getting into her at the time, but the girl did not move fast enough, and the shoes of one of the attackers pressed against her back, sending her crashing back to the ground.

Shanum could imagine how painful the girl's nose and lips were as she kissed the ground containing the rocky bulge. He fought against the man but no progress**.

They kept him on the ground. The girl tried to rebel, and got a blow from one of the assailants.

Now, Shanum just wonders if they will finish off the girl or stain her, and then wonders back, if those two things will make any difference. One of the men hit the girl on the nape, and the picture Shanum saw changed.

**Currently the girl was sitting on the floor in a room similar to a prison, the difference was that there were no bars and iron doors here. The girl's hands were tied between the walls made of bamboo.

The entire room is round, like a large tent that is very sturdy, with a bamboo frame as a support. The girl's face lowered, her body looked limp, there was no movement, except for her regular sounding breath**.

**Shanum turned his head, heard voices, someone stepped in. He saw a woman walking in with a man. Not the assault man just now, the man with a different look.

They wear clothes that look ancient with white kimono models with colorful shades. They have Mongoloid faces, fair yellow skin, stiff hair and narrow eyes. What time is it really today? Why do they look like old colossal film series players, which often air on television**?

The woman approached the girl. He raised his face, pulled his hair, and spat at it. The girl woke up whimpering. The woman whispered something in the girl's ear, and getting an unexpected reaction, the girl immediately shed her tears while shaking her head many times.

Shanum instantly closed his eyes, and bit his lips, when he saw the dagger running down the girl's smooth cheek. Slowly the dagger slashed, starting from under the chin to the top left cheek. Then continue back on the right cheek*.

What a terrible torture. The girl screamed, blood slowly dripping. It flows down both cheeks, and moves slowly. The woman smiled sadistically, then licked the bloodstained blade of the dagger. After that he laughed amusedly, his laughter blaring throughout the room.

Shanum felt his hair standing up, his cheeks twitching in pain, along with his pain. His throbbing even felt into his head, making dizzy. The open wound on the girl's cheek also caused nausea caused by fear.

*Then the image began to blur, a sign of the turn of the dream. Shanum was faced with a brightly lit situation. "Where am I? This situation is new, my surroundings look full of brownish green grass. Ah, I looked back at the person who was walking over, "inner Shanum.

A pair of men and women stepped side by side. Wasn't that the girl? Her face was the same, although here her face looked radiantly beautiful*.

The girl smiled shyly. Talking to the handsome man beside her. His hair was long past his back. A strand of her hair touched her eyes that were shaped like cat eyes, sticking out at the ends of the eyes. Her skin was pure white, her nose was tiny, her lips thin and naturally red in color. There were dimples adorning both of his cheeks.

*the man then invited the girl to sit on the grass. They sat face to face and conversed in a language that Shanum did not understand.

The man held the girl's hand, raising the back of his hand towards the lips.

Then, kiss them one by one. The man's gaze looked shady towards the girl. It seems they are lovers. The girl slightly lowered her head, looking shy. Red tinge to his ears*.

Shanum did not understand what they were talking about. But looking at the body gestures, the gazes of the two, and the smiles on their faces, he understood, the two were in very close contact. Both couples are compatible, the woman is beautiful, the man is also handsome. The man has golden brown eyeballs, which look bright and beautiful. Those eyes showed immeasurable tenderness to the woman.

Shanum became embarrassed himself to see the affection of the couple in front of him. He admitted that he had never been in love. *love has many mysteries. From love gives birth to those who are so thirsty to form a bond, with someone they can call a 'soul mate'.

To love is to be everything to the lover. The rest of the world becomes meaningless. Shanum prefers simpler things, and what they are. He enjoys being friends with many people, and does not want to engage further with his men. For him love for the moment is not in the dictionary of his life.

While being engrossed in his own thoughts, the image before Shanum had unwittingly changed. Now Shanum is somewhere dark. There is no light. His sense of hearing was immediately alert. Just in case of the worst possibility.

"Shanum." He closed his eyes, though he could not see. But when he heard a soft voice calling his name, his eyes automatically closed. The fur began to stand. In the midst of the deep darkness, Shanum began to fear, felt the air around him *feeling cold.

"Shanum" the voice sounded again. Usually he can never interact with anyone in a dream, yet why now change? What trigger? The voice called back to him. Shanum tried to cover his ears with both hands. But still the voice echoed in his head. Whoever it was tried to get inside Shanum's head. Trying to get his reaction.

"Shut your mouth. Whoareyou? Don't scare me!" shanum Jerrit. "Don't be afraid, I'm Sintai." The voice was like a whisper, and made Shanum feel even more unable to breathe. Is he going to have a panic attack? "Shanum, take a deep breath, don't panic." He tried to calm himself.

"Shanum, find me, find me." Then, silent, the voice was no longer heard. "Hey, what do you mean? Don't riddle..." No answer, stay quiet. All that was heard was the sound of Shanum's breathing, fused into the darkness.