Butterflies and Pins
On a special day when it is said that spirits come to visit the living, eighteen year-old Kim Yoon-Yi gets sent into the past. Year 1452 is a year of turmoil. At the Joseon court the King, a Prince and Ministers battle for power. Neither wants to give in, using whatever means possible to best each other. There is nothing one wouldn't be willing to do when a single wrong step can mean either great success or swift demise. While young Yoon-Yi learns to adapt and survive in this new and dangerous environment, she finds a bond that is stronger than time itself: love. For her it was a first love born in the past, for him it is something he cherishes in the present. But what about the future? Will Yoon-Yi's presence in that age trigger unfathomable changes, or will destiny follow its course unhindered? * This is a work of fiction. Some elements are historically accurate, while others, such as certain timelines, events and characters, have been adapted in order to fit the storyline. If you wish to share your opinion on this book, don't feel shy and drop a comment or a message. My discord is Raksha1#2597 The artwork for the cover has been commissioned from artist MagBya ^.^ (Instagram: @mag_bya) Discord server: https://discord.gg/R3AybhzGxT
Chapter 72
Luckily for both the animal and its owner, not even five seconds later, the young soldier from before appeared as if he had materialized out of thin air, and hurriedly took the black steed to the stables.
Once the two men were both sitting at a table inside the tent, the atmosphere finally grew more serious.
"Did everything go well?" Kim Chil asked as soon as he sat down.
Commander Yu snorted and waved a hand in the air. His gesture carried a dismissive air, but Kim Chil knew the man well enough to know things weren't so simple.
"How many?" He asked before Commander Yu could reply to his previous question.
"A total of one thousand men were ambushed, and as they bravely fought to the death, more than half of them were either killed or injured. The count for the living is a little more than four hundred."
"What did you do with the survivors?"