Return of the Crowned Heiress

Felicia’s palms were covered in sweat. She didn’t dare move recklessly. She used the opportunity to observe her surroundings and the terrifying–looking snake that, for some trason, wasn’t attacking her

They stared at each other for a long time. Then, the golden–eyed snake flicked its tongue, releasing a faint, putrid scent.

The smell was distinct–different from the fog that had covered the island before but definitely toxic or hallucinogenic

In her shock, Felicia immediately tried to hold her breath, but it was too late. A heavy wave of exhaustion crashed over her.

Her mind remained completely alert, but her body refused to obey. She skamped to the ground, her eyelids falling shut against her will.

And just like that, she slipped into a dream—or perhaps a bout of hallucination.

In this surreal vision, Felicia so the history of the island She witnessed its transformation over time, and then an old man……….

The old man sat on the water’s surface, unmoving, holding something that resembled a fishing rod. The line was simply woven grass, and the end of it had no hook, much less a

How did he expect to catch anything like that?

But that wasn’t the important p

tpart. Felicia’s priority was to figure out how to wake up.

She tried pinching herself, but she telt no pain. It she wanted to break free from this strange dream, she would need to find another way.

the shore. Just as she was about to speak, the old man beat her to it, saying, “This is not a place you should

Her lips twitched shetly, but she quickly responded, “Gramps, I think so too.

Or at least point me

shook his fishing rod slightly, then named his face to look at her and smiled. “Sure, but you need to answer one question of mine

was this a test

“Go ahead” Felicia nodded.

however, seemned completely unrelated to anything. “How long do you think it’ll take for

his so–called fishing rod had no hook.

he was asking, then

then strode into

later, she returned–dragging a freshly caught fish behind her. She tied it to the old man’s fishing line and said with a deadpan

flopping about at the end of his

burst

an interesting one,

he had laughed enough, he stood up while balancing his fishing rod

he reached out with his right

exact moment, she

she could process the shock, the

The dream was ending

she snapped awake. She was still lying in the

her ankle worsted.