Kemet (Egypt) hated Assyria (Syria). He hated him a lot, but yet he was in his place, discussing about conquests, one of the little of things they had in common. He would have already attack him, like he did earlier that century, but he didn't have any reasons, they had just over a long war, and, besides that, Phoenicia (Lebanon) would stop him, as always.

''So, I don't want to egotism, but I think I'm the greatest conqueror the world had ever seen! I mean, look at the amount of my conquests!'' Assyria said with a grin, which left his face when Kemet started coughing-laughing. He couldn't hold himself; this idiot thought that he was a great conqueror, even if he had conquered a lot more countries.

''What's wrong Kemet? Do you want some water?'' he said, trying not to strangle the green-eyed African Empire. Assyria hated Kemet too, and for the same reasons he couldn't kill the other one. Despite his young look, Kemet was really cheeky towards older-looking empires, like himself. Kemet just nodded, feeling his mouth dry from the unexpected choking.

''Do you want some water too Phoenicia? It's really hot today.'' Phoenicia nodded too, busy hitting Kemet in his back so he stops coughing. He always wanted his neighbours set aside their differences and at least try to be friends, but apparently that would never happen. They were made to fight each other, even for the silliest things ''At least they don't have any reasons to fight now. That's a big progress.'' Phoenicia thought to himself.

''Cyprus, Cyprus! Bring three glasses of water! And be quick!'' Assyria screamed in the inside of his palace, ordering one of his conquests. Assyria, in Kemet's opinion, had really annoying voice too, being the old man he was. He was looking at least 40 years old, tall, with long black wavy hair and beard, a little pale for a south country. Kemet in the other hand was looking really young-and handsome-, about 17 years old, but he was pretty short, with short dark brown hair and really tanned complexion. The only thing that was really keen on him was his eyes; they were green, the colour of the Nile river he so loved.

Until the water came, Kemet had gained his breath again, only to lose it for once more. This time wasn't any stupid word Assyria said, even if Assyria was saying a lot of stupid words, but was the person who was carrying the waters. She was a beautiful young girl, about 16 years old, with long brown hair in a braid and green eyes that matched his. Green eyes met green eyes and then it was obvious for both of them; it was love at the first sight, they were meant to be together.

They kept staring at each other, mouth slightly open and feeling that the world around them didn't exist anymore. Kemet didn't notice what Phoenicia told him about trying to be nicer to Assyria and the girl kept going without really noticing in front of her. So, at some point, she had arrived where the three men were and almost threw the waters on her master's clothes.

''Hey, Cyprus, watch were you going!'' Assyria yelled to her, waking her up from the daydreaming in their guest's eyes. ''Cyprus, what a beautiful name'' Kemet thought to himself while Assyria was screaming to her for not knowing where she is stepping.

''I'm sorry sir'' she apologized him, hate and annoyance hidden in her voice.

''Hey, Assyria, you don't need to be mean to the kid! So, you are Cyprus, huh? I'm Phoenicia'' Phoenicia introduced himself, always kind to everyone. He had noticed that there was fear too in her voice and wanted to help her. Cyprus bowed.

''I'm Kemet'' Kemet said, finally finding his voice. He was surprised that his voice trembling. For him it was a sure thing that he would burst out something like ''let's get married''. He smiled at her and she smiled back, both feeling they heart flying. Cyprus bowed and tried to hide her lightly pink cheeks. ''Kemet'' she repeated inside her mind. He had heard his name before, from Assyria and as he was describing him, he was amazing. But of course she couldn't imagine that one of the strongest empires of that time was so handsome and young.

''Yeah, yeah, whatever! Now, shoo! Leave us alone!'' Assyria said really annoyed. He had saw Kemet's face and he had to admit it; he was scared of what he would probably do. It was obvious that Kemet liked Cyprus and from the look in his eyes, that it was saying ''how perfect can a girl be?'', he would do anything to take her. Of course there was no way he would let this brat take his conquest.

''Speak nicer to her! Such a beautiful creature must have the respect she deserves! And you, apparently, aren't able to give it to her! Not that you were able to do anything anyway'' Kemet yelled to him. ''Now I have a reason to fight with Assyria!'' he thought amused, even if he didn't show it in his face.

''I'm her master, I can do whatever I want!'' the Assyrian yelled back to him. Now the little brat thought that he could order him!

''Then I'll make sure she finds someone that treats her exactly how she deserves!'' Kemet had to resist to say ''like me''. ''I'll come back tomorrow to continue the conversation we had'' Kemet announced, trying to look serious, but trying really hard because Assyria had a really funny face. He kissed Cyprus' hand, whispering to her ''I hope to see you soon'' in a way she only heard it, even if that made Assyria get even more angry and then took his horse for his lands, leaving behind him a confused Phoenicia, a furious Assyria and a blushed Cyprus. He would make this woman his, no matter what.