In a world born anew laid a vast variety of creatures, folklore, fairytales, ancient legends, and so on. Around every corner was something new to discover. That is what you've learned during your two weeks of living upon this newfound world.

It was nothing like Earth. The scenery even tended to have a mind of it's own, playing tricks as if they were sentient beings on their own.

Dragons were real, for starters. One had flown across the endless skies above you during week one of being forced into this foreign land, confirming you unknown whereabouts.

In reality, you were nothing more than a toddle attempting to wander the earth with nothing but a pacifier and a pair of soiled pampers for defense. And you could proudly say by yourself that quite frankly, you were tired.

Apparently, you hadn't been the first case of humans being transferred from their original planet to an entirely new universe in an instant. This intel was rather difficult to obtain, but to sum everything up, your blood?

It was the most valuable thing besides jewels and gold. Thankfully, you had yet to get direly injured just yet, but alas, this meant you had no rest and were surviving on nothing but delusions and the fading excitement of no longer living your boring life to it's minimum extent on Earth.

Until now.

Huff.. Huff.. Huff..

Your breath came out in short-winded puffs, gloved hands slapping over your mouth as a final resort to keeping your noise to an absolute minimum.

The cold cement was pressed firmly against your back, the unmistakable sound of steel and metal catching against the other with every hurried step as they spoke in a language foreign to you. It sounded similar to Chinese, but you couldn't tell for sure.

There was the relief of silence for a solid five minutes before you felt your back slowly slide down the unforgiving temperature of the cement. And all it took was a quick perimeter check for you to realize what you had been hiding in.

An ancient shrine. Dedicated to the dragon lord, Xuánlóng.

Something you had researched after stocking up on a few century old books from the magical library that never stays in one place for too long — incredibly annoying to deal with, by the way.

Before you could properly bow your head in respect, there was a small, sharp metal blade to your neck. One of the soldiers had snuck up on your in your moment of reminisce.

“I've got 'em!” He shouted aloud, manhandling you into submission against him as the blade remained kissing the side of your throat. It was a surprise it hadn't nicked your skin yet.

But as the group of spear-wielding soldiers came trekking in, one after another. They had trampled over several items of importance, offering baskets being knocked over, untouched fruit—ones unique to this world—rolling

Huff..

Huff..

In an instant, the candles that once lit up the otherwise lightless area faded out. A heavy feeling weighing upon the entire group of fresh faces. Surrounded by darkness, they began to clamor, angry yelling overlapping to the point you couldnt hear anything else.

Everything was pitch black.

And it wasn't until a large crimson eye with flecks of gold opened, almost covering one of the three entrances with it's presence alone.

Screams erupted from the men, spears dropping to the floor in astonishment.

Mistake number one.

Including the one to your neck.

They all scrambling to escape through on of the three entrances, practically tumbling over one another simply trying to run away.

Mistake number two.

You dropped to your hands and knees, forehead meeting the back of your fingers as you felt sweat trickle down the sides of your face. Both from exhaustion and unrelenting fear, doubled from the weight of the gaze you were forced to endure.

And then the screams stopped.

Drip..

And then it was silent.

Too silent.

“A mortal of the otherworld. ..How enrapturing.” The ancient legend now towered over you, except in a form you know as human. But his crimson eyes remained unchanging.