"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 in a beautiful dress that hung down to the floor. Her long, tangled hair was messy like it wasn't well-groomed.
"Princess... wake up."
"Your people have been waiting. We will both promise the people of this kingdom that their lives will always be prosperous. Isn't that what you want, Princess Metallica?"
Dyra was shocked when he heard the statement that the figure of the girl who was lying down was Princess Metallica. His people were talking about him by being reported as missing somewhere.
The man who was believed to be Dyra, Prince Nelo, ended his tears. Rising from his seat, then back out of the room that was always locked.
It turned out that the gossip from the people of the Relix kingdom was not true. Princess Metallica never left the palace, she was unconscious from her long dream.
Dyra approached Princess Metallica, but when he looked back, the girl was no longer alive. He was dead? Then, why did Prince Nelo hide the sad news and cover up such a big thing to his people?
The blue stone bracelet caught Dyra's attention. His heart was moved to have it. Princess Metallica's soul was gone, she couldn't struggle because the jewelry she was wearing had disappeared. Wouldn't a dead person remain silent?
Dyra confirmed his words, there was no need to look around to confirm the presence of Prince Nelo who could return to meet his idol because his existence would not be seen by others.
As soon as her hand held the stone bracelet attached to Princess Metallica's wrist, Dyra's vision flashed a dazzling light.
"What light is that?" She crossed her arms and closed her eyes.
Awakened from the lack of light that had dimmed again, Dyra's spirit was trapped inside Princess Metallica's body. The beautiful girl who had been lying down rose again.
"Why did I enter Princess Metallica's body?" she asked quietly. He looked at himself trapped inside someone else's body.
He didn't know how to return to the real world, into his body again. His mind was racing aimlessly. He was afraid that his spirit would stay there.
His fear was replaced with shock as soon as someone opened the door. Prince Nelo appeared from behind the door widening his eyes because he couldn't believe that his lover had woken up from a long dream.
"Princess Metallica, are you awake?" asked Prince Nelo enthusiastically.
The man approached Dyra who had been silent for a long time. Regretted himself for holding the stone bracelet that belonged to Princess Metallica. Why is his spirit trapped? Can the owner of the body not accept that his antique jewelry will be stolen by someone else? Not even a citizen of his kingdom.
Prince Nelo's hands were wide open, ready to embrace his lover who was now stunned. As soon as his body was hugged, Dyra pushed the hug away from him to get away.
"What are you doing? Don't you miss me, Princess?" asked Prince Nelo.
Dyra was silent, because he couldn't speak properly like the royal princess he usually saw in television series.
"I miss you very much, Princess. Our people have been waiting for your arrival. News of your departure from the palace spread to other corners of the kingdom." Prince Nelo squeezed the fingers of his lover's body, Dyra did not feel pain because he was just a spirit figure who entered Princess Metallica's house.
"I... I... am not Princess Metallica."
"What do you mean, Princess?" he snapped.
The prince took the hand that he believed to be Princess Metallica, bringing him to face their people who were working for the prosperity of the kingdom, such as farming.
Dyra combed in every direction, in fact the people of Prince Nelo were very many. No wonder if the gossip of Princess Metallica's departure quickly spread. They whispered to each other until finally the news was hot in talk about.
"Princess Metallica never leaves the door of the kingdom." Prince Nelo was so firm in proclaiming it. Dyra didn't know how he would tell if Princess Metallica had died.
After being seen from its deepest cavity, Princess Metallica ate a deadly poison. Until his life could not be saved.
"Prince, please. I'm not Princess Metallica," whispered Dyra again, the girl tried to convince Prince Nelo the umpteenth time.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
Dara didn't know what to do anymore. He dragged Prince Nelo back to Princess Metallica's previous hideout.
"I'm not Princess Metallica."
"What do you mean?" asked Prince Nelo.
"I am a spirit who accidentally entered the body of Princess Metallica. Because actually your lover is dead."
Prince Nelo shook his head slowly. "No. You are Princess Metallica. My lover did not leave my life."
"He is no longer alive. And it is impossible to return, even if possessed by another spirit. However, he is not the same."
"How could he leave me?" asked Prince Nelo, his eyes starting to tear up.
"Metallica's daughter was poisoned by food. Until her life was lost and could not be saved," said Dyra. "And please, help me to get out of your lover's body."
Prince Nelo laughed. "No. I will not allow your spirit to return to your original body. I don't know where you came from, but the figure of Princess Metallica has now appeared before my eyes."
"Please, Prince. Open your heart. Don't just open your eyes wide. Your heart will know where your love is and not the owner of your heart."
Prince Nelo slumped on the marble floor. He wept for his lover who had actually left his life.
Dyra squatted down to face Prince Nelo. His eyes met with each other drowning out all the grief he was feeling.
Prince Nelo covered his lover's eyes with his palms and said, "Sleep in peace. The news of your passing will soon be broadcast with a statement of deep sorrow."
Along with those words, Dyra's spirit came back out of Princess Metallica's body. Meanwhile, Prince Nelo embraced his lover's body, which was back stiff and helpless.
The twinkling stars adorn the canvas in the dim night, giving its own charm to anyone who sees it.The bedroom window was deliberately opened to let the cold wind enter the room. Until his aura pierced the deepest cavity, Dyra shivered with cold. Finally the girl closed it again and decided to immediately achieve the dream."Huft ... why is it so hard to sleep," said Dyra with a sigh. He rubbed his eyes several times because he was tired, but he didn't close them.With difficulty the girl closed her eyes again, but her eyelids opened wide again. He stared at the ceiling of the room, which was lit only by dim lights."Hey, Dara!"Someone's scream made him force his eyes to close. He felt another aura nearby. His hands moved quickly to pull the blanket up to his chest."Dyra! Let's play!"The voice was very clear in both ears. He didn't know who greeted him on such nights, his fear gripped him even more.Dyra's neck was cold as if someone was trying to blow it or touch it. Who's he? Wha
"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
"Our story is over!" Hearing the word 'over' made Dyra's heart touched. Her tears kept falling down her face. Sheets of tissue flew like dry leaves in the gentle breeze. The girl couldn't help but burst into tears. "Why did he have to say that!" shrieked Dira. "I don't want to be separated from you." The female voice of the cast in the Korean drama she was watching avoided her lover's words. Dyra's eyes widened even more, waiting for the man's answer to continue. However, the soundtrack of the song in the drama echoed indicating that the drama was continuing. "Huft ... why continue anyway." Because the drama he is watching is the latest drakor, so the story is played on going. Even if he looked for it on youtube, he would not find the sequel. The effect after watching the drama affects his mind which continues to focus on the next story. He couldn't wait to see it again soon. Her eyes were puffy from the tears that kept falling. Not long, his eyelids closed as sleepiness accom
"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'
"Where's my money? How come it's not there?" Dyra shouted as soon as he opened his wallet from his drawer it disappeared. He really needed the money to pay for his schooling. His father gave the money a week ago, but Dyra has not had time to pay it off to the school. He re-opened the drawer, looking for it again and again. However, the existence of the money is not visible in plain sight. Then, where did Dyra's money go? How is it possible for his own money to go into someone else's wallet? That's pretty much impossible, right? Dyra frantically searched for the money, but to no avail, the money he had saved disappeared to nowhere. The girl sat alone in the corner of the closet, contemplating every last incident. He doesn't remember anything, because his school activities have taken up a lot of his time. He didn't have much chance to see where his money was every second. However, losing the money made him regret. Why didn't Dyra take the time to peek at his wallet for a while? Dy
A knock on the door disturbed Dyra's still awake composure. Every now and then he rubbed his eyes until he finally inched up from his sleep. He glanced at the clock on the wall which said it was 24:00. His dream had to be cut short just by the sound of a loud knock on his bedroom doo His brow furrowed in confusion, who came in the middle of the night to meet him? Curious, the girl was about to move closer to the door that was still close Knock! Knoc His voice became clearer, Dyra slowly turned the doorknob. As soon as he opened it no one was there. Only the breeze gently brushed his fac His head glanced left and right, his eyes combing sharply around. There was no one, he was about to close the door again but his urge was too weak. The door knob seemed to be pulled tightl His hand struggled to pull the doorknob again, until it closed tightly with a loud soun He tried to fall back asleep, but his eyes refused to close until finally Dyra decided to sit himself on the side of the b
Broken hearts are indeed difficult to heal, if only there was a cure, no matter how big the wound was felt, it would heal quickly. There is no panacea that can treat it in a short period of time. Dyra was experiencing this, locked himself in his room because he had just released someone he loved so much. The man she loved so much had taken another girl. How not to be hurt? "Hot! This heart is so hot." She stroked his chest softly. Jealousy of the man's love story made him want to disappear from the world. "Why do I still think about him?" she screamed. The girl was almost frustrated because the name of her figure was still engraved in her heart. "What's wrong with you?" She looked around looking for the source of the sound. A peacock sat in the corner of the cupboard. Suddenly the curly-haired girl jumped because the presence of the animal startled her. Her beautiful fur is green mixed with yellow and there is also a polka dot pattern that beautifies her figure. "Peacock?" Dar
"You cunning witch!" Dyra blinked his eyes repeatedly when he saw the crowd in front of him. He looked around for the source they mentioned. However, the sentence was uttered again as if it was directed at him. Their faces looked grim looking at Dyra sharply, as if there were many unforgivable mistakes. "Where is your promise?" asked a bearded man in a high pitched voice. "What promise?" asked Dyra not understanding. The man snorted, then his laughter was accompanied by his friends in unison. Dyra looked at them one by one not understanding what he meant. "Silly stupid witch! Are you pretending to forget or are you already senile? The age factor is approaching thousands of years ago?" one of them asked, the man with the thin mustache snickering. The girl's forehead showed a smooth stroke, not understanding what they were saying. Witch? Cunning? How could she be a spellcaster girl? Then, regarding the age factor, there seems to be a mistake because Dyra is still in his teens. Sti