❝ do you remember the last thousand years? ❞
in a vicious melody spread through numerous lifetimes, a time warper spends the last thousand years trying to remember her lover and bring his soul back.
in exchange for the death of an undying god.
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SUNLIGHT RAINED DOWN on imperial China, an indication of the heavenly approval constantly bestowed on the Southern Song dynasty. With the recent establishing of the southern sovereignty upon the emperor's demise three years ago, and with retreating to the south after the compromization of the northern territory, the nation is still adjusting to the new emperor.
The general had just come back from the north after an attempt to reclaim their stolen territory, which had been opposed by a proposal of a peace treaty. It would be too costly, the capital minister said, if they were to push for war. She could not fault his strategy, though. After all, peace is always better than bloodshed.
Yet the general Yue couldn't shake the feeling that she was being played.
The people rejoiced her return, singing songs of veneration and gratefulness. Until one asked if they've won the war, yet she responded by keeping her head held high, her hands gripping the horse reigns coarse from the years of riding into war. Her face, grim with stoicism and clean of any blood or grime. The people had noticed this, then, their songs of praise ceasing to a silence as they allowed the procession to pass and proceed to the palace.
"General, welcome back," a palace guard approached, bowing lowly as the general Yue dismounted her horse, "his imperial majesty wishes to see you. He is in his palace garden, and he has visitors over."
"Visitors?" she arched an eyebrow, handing her horse's reigns over to a first commander.
"Foreigners," the guard informed, "from the west."
The general furrowed her eyebrows, dismissing the guard with a sharp nod before making her way towards the emperor's gardens. It was common for the country's natural resources to attract foreign traders, as the southern soil is rich with means for business. Although Yue did not meddle with affairs regarding their economy, she knew enough to know this meeting with foreigners from the west might be of use to their prospects.
She kept her hands behind her back, sword still strapped to her side. She had not even discarded her armor yet, as the emperor did not like to wait when he called for someone over. Yue kept her head and eyes cast down as she neared the gardens.
The blossoms were in full bloom, the rush of water in the pond as strident as ever. A stone path led to the pavillion, where the emperor had afternoon tea with his guests. Lined by the path were bushes of the most beautiful of flowers, be it chrysanthemums, wild roses, peonies, azaleas, and hibiscus. All a rage of colors pink red yellow and orange.
"Ah, this is my general," The emperor introduced as she approached, his accent evident as he spoke their foreign language, "she had just returned from war."
