2 Unknown planet(2)

With a throbbing head zamia sat on the ground, while also moving her finger through her hair as she tried soothing the pain, the pain which felt like as if some one hammered her head a thousand times maybe even more.

'Where am i anyway?' Looking at the unfamiliar surrounding, zamia tried connecting to her family with the bond.

But couldn't a get a response.

Bond was something that human developed in a way to communicate with other humans or family members it didn't needed any outside sources, using the spiritual realm it was same as telepathy only restricted to few individuals. When the bond breaks it either means the receiver died or someone distorted their spiritual body.

She could feel the bond which meant her family is safe, the problem is she can not contact them. Which only helped her temporarily soothe her mind.

Left with no choice she decided to check the surroundings. Right now she was in a forest and focusing she could also hear some noise and murmurs which gave the presence of a existence of civilisation.

Putting her hands on the ground she helped her body up, although her head was still hurting, for the time being she did her best to ignore it.

Dusting the non existent dust off her body, she decided that it was better to look for information than to cry over spilled milk and thus began she moving in the direction where the noise coming seemed more.

Survival was the key to all her answers rightnow.

Standing at the edge of the forest behind the bushes, hidden from all was person looking at the crowded streets with furrowed brows.

An underdeveloped planet. If categorised probably F class, the lowest level.

Humanity itself is a weak species though only physically. Spiritually and mentally they already surpassed many. Where each individual have their own unique abilities.

Zamia was also one of those highly sorted out people, a individual with level 4 spiritual and mental strength when the maximum level was five.

With eyebrows still scrunched together she looked past the bushes

Women wore long tunics which went to their ankles with a tie around their waists; men's tunics were shorter, only to their knees, and sometimes they wore pants with cloth boots or sandals.

The weather was a bit cold, some people also wore a thick jacket made of hemp, which was padded for additional warmth. Looking closely she could also see the sewed image of a tiger onto the clothing of their children clearly as a sign of protection. The tiger was thought to be the king of the beasts and it was believed that its image would ward off evil.

This was the clothing style she saw in those ancient dramas back when she was young.

But there was one difference in people here, all had rough appearance, be it men or women.

It would have been hard for her to guess who was a man or a woman if not for their clothing.

The streets were beautifully decorated, occupied mostly by shops around the edges where people were moving both ways either in groups or pairs, shopping.

It was totally different from her place where something like shopping was considered buying online or through virtual lands, a crowd of people shopping and bargaining was first for her and nowhere did she disliked it.

But one thing here was bugging her like a bone struck in her throat. Language. Out of all the 23 languages she knew nothing seemed to match with the one being used here.

Written as well speaking both she wasn't able to recognise.

Only one thing kept her at bay was the males here, even with the rough appearance they were all like walking hormones. While sometimes in between a effeminate beauty would also show up. A perfect 'shipping' place

While she was observing, a pair of men not too far from her were enjoying the beauty of nature as well body.

Hearing a disturbance in her surroundings, Zamia was on alert. Moving towards the source while maintaining the distance so as to be not caught she remained hiding in the bushes but what came in her view almost made Zamia have a nosebleed.

Cover her eyes or her ears Zamia was in a dilemma.

The moans of the almost naked men, the view of their connected body moving in a rhythm, the slapping sound of skin as they called out to each other in between, looking in their eyes passionately.

Zamia swear if not for her dire situation she would've enjoyed the free show. A outdoor yaoi sxx.

But alas her circumstances doesn't allow her, looking at the clothes and bags not too far away from, she already decided what she was going to do.

Walking away from the pair with clothes in her hands to a safer distance she started running in the different direction.

Inside the forest when the distance between her and male pair was good enough she unfolded the clothes in her hands.

The clothing was made up of good quality material not as good as her current black dress but when compared to people on street it was relatively better maybe even extremely good.

With her beloved crown on the top of her previous clothes, she carefully stored it inside her bracelet.

Tracing the rims of bracelet with her fingers, she reminisced about her family.

'Her crazy dramatic family'

Snorting at the thought of their faces, Zamia marched towards the market in hopes of gaining information about her current state.

Standing beneath the tree, Sen was easily able to have a few troubles coming knocking at her gate.

She was clueless legit clueless on how and what happened. After surveying her surroundings she was resting in the shade when a slim figure ran to her, hugging her arm while also calling her in their unknown language.

A few seconds later some robust men also joined their party, surrounding them. While a few male started taking to her with contempt apparent in their eyes.

She maintained a expressionless face in hopes of having this situation cool down, she wasn't sure what was going on and the best option to her was to act like a mob.

But she forgot that even after masking her aura, her flawless appearance and posture all made it seem her look like a lion in hiding looking at his pray with his calm, undisturbed eyes.

After years of practice for crown the noble aura will always surround her no matter what she did and with her now being silent it looked as if she was a king, a god looking over worthless beings playing with their lives

The men were startled first but soon got pissed at the thought of getting scared by some unknown random man.

The man with beard started talking in loud voice and gave her shoulder a push. The surrounding men laughed when they saw the surprise in the youth's eyes in front of them. More and more people started surrounding them, not to join the fight but were here to enjoy the drama.

Feeling the slight tinge in her shoulder, anger and pain flashed her eyes furious she yelled loudly-

"Get away from me", as if there was some invisible force the men were send flying.

As soon as this happened, the crowd began to murmur. Everyone was flabbergasterd, shock and fear could be distinctly found. The blow was too big for them and therefore hardly anyone took notice of her when she stealthy got away from the crowd.

Again in the forest she was confused on what happened, was it her or someone else, whatever it was, for now it didn't mattered because looking at the outcome, the victim cum culprits had clear difference in their clothing and temperament, so for her it wasn't hard to guess that she was in trouble.

In the forest, she inhaled a mouthful of air to calm down yet was unable to, she was anxious and the conclusion she was getting at was inevitably not in her favour and was instilled with fear as a sudden thought assaulted her mind.

If what she was thinking was really related to the black thing, she will lose everything. Everything she loved.

Still making up her mind, she walked in the opposite direction as that of the morning because of some unexplainable reasons she didn't wanted to get in trouble again as she will hardly have anything to wear then.

She started walking blindly and as luck was with her she soon found a river. Looking at her silhouette smeared with make up, a bit dirt and sweat. Her first thought was too clean herself but the anxiety was killing her, in wild anything unexpected can happen and she was not sure she could handle it in her current state, her ability to make herself safe and secure was still dangling on a thread but looking at herself in the river, she was also sure of one thing that if she remained as dirty as this she won't die but she will definitely go crazy, there is alternative to that she could only summon up her courage, hence, took off her clothes and dived into the water, the cold sensation of water touching and surrounding her skin mysteriously felt nice. It felt refreshing.

With a smile she thought even without cleansing gel it feels great and strangely her earlier anxiety was also reduced to great amount helping her think more clearly.

Done with her bath just as she was swimming to the shore to get out of the surface, she heard a noise and in a flash immersed herself in water and turned around with only her head visible.

In thoughts of seeing a wild animal, Zamia braced herself that if necessary she will use her time lapse to run as fast as she could away from danger.

But

Hearing a gasp from behind clearly indicated a human's presence. Making her anger enough to chew her gums, angry beyond belief at the guy and herself.

She was careless. She let her gaurd down, her ability to make good judgment which she was proud off seemed as if had gone offline without giving a notice to her.

And still even now the guy had the guts to peep at her and rather than a sorry what she hear is a gasp. A peeping tom should always be given a beating but looking at the face which was as if carved out of a jade, one fourth of her anger faded away just like that afterall she was a aesthetic person, she enjoyed looking at things pleasant to eye, good to hear yet the moment she heard him she realised she couldn't understand a thing he uttered and hearing the gentle soothing voice she wished as she whispered,

"I wish i could understand what he said", only a minute later did she regretted what she said.

"Although you look just as nice as my brother, the swelling on your chest is not good, you should go see a doctor."

Preposterous, Zamia was shocked silly. With a gaping mouth she digested what he said.

The sound of knuckles cracking joined the chirping of birds.

In a fit of anger she even forgot that she could understand him as all what in her mind was how to kill this guy in front of her calling her a- small chested person. Which was a grave crime and now he have listed himself in her her death list, underlined in red. But despite all this she still tried feign calmness.

' I'm still young there is a lot of time for them to grow.'

The young man felt a chill down his spine as he looked at the beautiful man who was glaring at him with confusion, he said "Although there is swelling, its small, so i'll get better soon you don't have to worry.."

She gave the guy a chance to shut up but alas she forgot pigs can't understand humans

"The hell with ya small chest m a wamen! Women, you understand that stupid pig."

Suddenly hearing the person in front of him yell he was startled. He was just helping but it seems the case is beyond help as from the looks it the man in front of him also have some brain issues.

Thus thinking that it was some crazy man he quickly got away muttering.

"Must be a disease ,the swelling and the crazy look. What a waste of that face. God may bless his soul."

And soon was out of sight.

But what he said left our mc gaping with her mouth open, again, but this time speechless. The fuck with this place i will die if i'll stay here even for a extra second.

Zamia in whole 17 yrs never cursed this much and even if she cursed it wasn't to point one's ear would bleed.

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This unknown place, first she loses her rationally, her ability to make good judgment and now even her gender is being mistaken while she herself got labelled as crazy freak.

'What. The. Hell.'