The Trapped Princess
Trapped in the Red Clan Village

Ara stepped down the streets of the village of the red clan, her eyes observing every building she passed. The color pattern of each building is dominated by red, ranging from bright red to dark red with different house models seem to follow the tastes of the owner. The wind blew lightly followed by the leaves flying in a direction, as if to herd her somewhere.

"A square?" Ara gazed towards the center of the 5 intersections, which were circular in shape with fountains and an assortment of blooming flowers. In the center of the circle was a giant clock tower that read Red Clan Village on it.

"THE GEN...TENGS....TENGS...TENGS...TENGS....TENGS..." A loud bang was heard six times, corresponding to the clockwork in the tower which has now shown at exactly 6 o'clock. The sky began to darken, but unexpectedly, suddenly all the lights turned on automatically, both lights on every house, street lights, and so on, until the clock tower that now looks like an ornamental tower with a variety of beautiful colors.

"How can there be a modern village in this period?" Ara stared around in amazement. "Did I unknowingly return to my former world?"

Undeniably, the hope of returning to the world where she lived with Isabel's grandmother grew bigger seeing the atmosphere of the red clan village that looked modern. But the emptiness of the village, makes Ara back to the reality, that her hope is only empty hope.

Ara again stepped closer to the flowers blooming in the red clan square, her fragrance bubbling with beauty that spoiled her eyes. Suddenly a firefly was caught by the tip of Ara's eye, "there's a firefly!"

Without a second thought accompanied by a carefree smile, Ara approached the firefly, but as she approached, the firefly always increased the speed in front of her. Ara felt her childhood was repeated, once as a child, when night came Ara always played chasing fireflies in the flower garden owned by Isabel's grandmother. Ara loves fireflies that shine brightly in the dark of the night, because every time she sees a firefly, Ara feels as if it is just happiness she feels.

"Why are you alone? Why are you flying so fast?" ara asked the firefly before her who seemed to be moving at a rapid pace.

"Let's!" ara groaned as she fell on the ground. Ara let out a long sigh, she tried to stand up and clean both her dirty hands exposed to the ground. Ara now realized that she had been away from the square, it seemed that she was on a small hill above the city.

"Welcome, Your Majesty."

Ara looked surprised, seeing a firefly that she had been following, now turned into thousands of tails and they formed a welcome letter before her.

"Did you make it for me?" ara asked the firefly horde before her.

The swarm of fireflies before him moved swiftly and now formed the inscription, "really Your Majesty."

Ara subconsciously opened her mouth in shock at what she saw. "Are you guys guarding this village?"

The writing that was made, flashing again seemed to be the same answer. Ara nodded in understanding, "do you guys know how to get me out of here? I want to go back to Gentala."

The group of fireflies in front of Ara moved again, now forming flashing arrows, each Ara stepped almost touching the arrows they formed, new arrows formed later, and so on.

Ara followed the arrows they formed, passing through the vast flower garden, the expanse of various flowers seemed to blend beautifully like a rainbow, Ara continued down the quiet forest, and, towering pine trees added to the mysterious atmosphere of the forest, Ara continued to step until her steps stopped in front of a fence overgrown with violet and yellow flowers.

Hordes of fireflies form the word, "Push!"

Hordes of fireflies returned to flickering their light like a nod, a sign confirming Ara's speech. Ara stretched out her right hand towards the wall, but instead of opening, the wall instead grazed her entire body like a ferocious portal. Ara panicked, her body seemed to spin like laundry in a washing machine in the world where she lived with Isabel's grandmother.

Ara's stomach was nauseous, her head was dizzy and her hair was a mess. "Let'sooh!" Ara shouted as her body bounced far away, she prepared for a painful landing.

"What's this?" ara asked as she felt herself landing on something very soft, like a giant pillow. Ara fixed her clothes and hair, then tried to get up and look around her. The firefly horde was now nowhere to be seen, Ara tried to search her surroundings but still did not find them, just like the voice of the grandfather who suddenly disappeared when he set foot in the village of the red clan, just like the voice of the grandfather who suddenly disappeared when he set foot in the village of the clan, now the firefly horde is also disappearing.

Ara let out a long sigh, she asked the fireflies to reunite her with Gentala, but they instead took her to somewhere in the middle of nowhere.

Ara looked at his feet, how shocked he was after realizing that he seemed to step on a red cloud. The very soft and tender cloud clump like a giant pillow made Ara swerve.

Ara reflexively bent her body and crouched down, approaching the clouds she stepped on. He stuck out his index finger and touched the red cloud several times, the new sensation was felt Ara, the red cloud he touched was really very fast, and tender, when he put his hand away, the cloud instantly regained its original shape, appearing elastic and extraordinary.

"Can you take your eyes off that red cloud, my grandson?"

Ara gasped at the voice of the grandfather who now sounded loud and close. He lifted his gaze and immediately fell down in shock.

"Grandfather?" ara asked doubtfully at her sight. The grandfather he saw on the mountain of truth was an old man with long, unraveling white hair who looked simple, but now before him stood a young man who looked to be in his thirties, a young man, not much different from the uncle he saw in the village of the red clan.

"Yes, are you happy with your new adventure?" ask the grandfather in front of him.

"Adventure?" Ara looked confused by the male intent before her. Ara stood up and observed again with her eyes, "why did grandfather's form change?"

"Ah right, you must be confused by my changed form, hahhaahaaa...."

Ara blinked her eyes a few times, she saw the man before her laughing as if there was no burden on her shoulders.

"Because grandfather left this place when he was young, then even the fragments of grandfather strength left behind will always be as young as what you see now, son, this is the form of the young Vinn that your uncle told you, you must have met him in the village of the red clan right?"

Ara recalled the clan representative youth who spoke to her in the red clan village, Ara also nodded in response to the grandfather's question.

"They are grandfather's brothers, although we have different parents, but the core of our strength is the same, then we are brothers of one clan." Grandfather seemed to stare at Ara meaningfully, "grandfather misses the days with them very much, they are all people who mean a lot to grandfather, there is one thing that grandfather regrets, he said, that makes them wait too long, until in the end grandfather is late."

Grandfather walked up to Ara and looked Ara straight into her eyes, "grandfather hope you will never make the same mistake."