Long before our time I fell in love with a god, a god that was so beautiful the petals would fall at his feet waiting for him to look at them. Our lives were different. He would spend his time aimlessly walking through streets, I would spend days and nights carefully calculating war and how to better my country's economy. We both had nothing to really live for until... We met each other. He said hi and I said hello we talked until our sunrises got shorter, until we couldn't talk anymore..until he was gone
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Between two mirrors
Historical FictionHe was a god. He was beauty He was an emperor. He was war