"Ow!"Dyra groaned in pain as her finger pricked with a thorn. He rubbed his eyes repeatedly until he realized the presence of a rose plant on the edge of the bed."Roses?" asked the girl with light brown eyes, surprised to find a plant embedded in a medium-sized white pot.Even though the roses haven't bloomed yet, the leaves are already shady. Even the sharp thorns streak along the stalk."Why are there roses?" asked Dyra, shuffled off the bed and grabbed the pot filled with roses.Dyra doesn't understand why the roses in her dream must be included in the real story. Yes, last night he dreamed of seeing beautiful red-crowned flowers blooming along the road. The girl was following a pleasant journey in a dream, until her hand ached as it touched the thorny stalk.Not wanting to prolong the difficult thought, Dyra decided to take care of the plant. After all, the yard of his house looks deserted, he doesn't really like plants. However, for this time he will treat the rose as a cliché

"Blood!" shrieked Dyra, shuffling from his bed as soon as he saw the blood stains on the sheets.The girl repeatedly rubbed her eyes which still felt tired, it felt like she wanted to sleep until the sun went down again. However, the shock of so much blood dissuaded him."Dyra... get up quickly! You'll be going to school soon." His mother called from behind the door, he accepted the order without opening the door.Dyra poked her head under the bed, blood splattered on the floor. The girl checked her body maybe she was injured. However, there were no scratches on his body."Clearly, this is not my blood.""Miau ... miau ...."God, what's that sound? His voice was so adorable, it couldn't be a tiger, or a wolf too.Soft and fluffy fur hit her feet, Dyra was surprised to find a white and brown cat. His head was covered in fresh blood, making him stagger."Where did the cat come from?" Dyra asked, frowning in confusion.The hoarse voice of the cute animal softened Dyra's heart. He couldn'

"What's the gossip today?" The arrival of a stocky woman joined the gathering carrying potato chips."Prince Nelo lost Princess Metallica.""Is that true?" The woman's eyes widened completely. He squeezed his two friends, sitting his ass between them."Yes. I don't know. Where to look for Princess Metallica," answered the woman with shoulder length hair.Dyra turned around looking for information, what exactly happened to the hot news of losing Princess Metallica.The girl's steps stopped, right in front of the door to the room she believed belonged to Princess Metallica. Dyra went into it looking for something he wanted to know, but I don't know what it was.His urge to enter into there because he heard the sound of sobs that sounded pitiful. The girl looked around for the source of the sound that was caught by both ears clearly.A man buried his face on the bed. Crying for the girl who is now lying helpless there.His face was as pale as a corpse left to sleep. Her body was wrapped

"You're the one who took the gem ring right?" asked Queen Magdalene, she had a bad feeling about her new lady-in-waiting.Dyra had explained it many times that he wasn't the culprit. He had never even seen a ring like the Queen spoke."Just confess!" he snapped, throwing the jewelry box in any direction. Dyra picked it up patiently, he couldn't fight the Queen."I didn't do it.""Who is it, then?" he asked. His search effort was just a waste of time. Because the gem ring was not found, even though the entire wardrobe had been taken out.The Queen's belongings were reorganized by Dyra, storing them where they were before. The girl could not understand why she could be strayed into such a kingdom.Even her being there served as the Queen's overbearing lady-in-waiting. His demeanor is like a messenger of god who carelessly gives orders. Never allow a little time just to sleep or lay down on the bed.It's a tiring activity, Dyra can't if he has to do a job like that. On his wrist it shows

"Father's nutmeg is bald." Dyra made fun of his father who was still faithfully stroking his bald head. "It's a joke, kid," said his father, looking at his daughter sarcastically until Dyra burst out laughing. "Not kidding, Dad. Dyra is telling the truth." "You are so sinful." Her mother's fist landed smoothly right on Dyra's forehead. The girl groaned in pain, even though her mother's gesture only gently used affection. Her name is also Dyra, she is always good at drama. "Halih, ma'am. Already, Dyra is going to sleep." His eyes began to close, leading him to the gate of a dream. He drifted into the vast island until he was pulled over in an unknown area. Dyra looked around not knowing where to go. The place he had just stepped on led himself to the edge of the ocean. No. He was actually not in the vast ocean as imagined. In fact, Dyra was trapped in a glass filled with clear water. "Where am I?" he asked, his eyes combing around. Around him a glass insulated him so he didn'