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Note: Only prologue written in First POV


I watch the sun set over the horizon, the sky a mix of orange and yellow hues that gives a golden look to my surroundings.

I peer down from the high marble balcony, basking in the beauty of the green expanse before me. My childhood flashes before my eyes as I remember running through these very grounds with my loved ones and before I can smile about the happy memories they are replaced with images of fire, red and fiery consuming everything in its path, burning down the place I called home, headless bodies piled up everywhere, the sounds of bullets being fired and metal clashing together with the sound and sight of the guillotine beheading one more innocent right in front of me, the stench of blood thick in the air. I clench my hands on the cool marble and try to forget the harsh laughter ringing in my ears over and over again. I will myself to forget just like they had made me forget.

I feel hands along my waist hugging me from behind and I close my eyes and sink in the embrace of my beloved the feeling of being safe engulfing my senses because I know he will always protect me. He rests his head on my shoulder and kisses my cheek, and I smile at him loving the way he knows when I need him.

There are no words spoken as we gaze down together and I look beyond the walls where the once rich marketplace thrives with the poor and the desperate merchants. Even after all these years we suffer, How badly did they suffer I wonder. Was it just a loss of property? Or were their separated from their loved ones like I was? Or were they left with a physical handicap? Maybe they also had scars marred all over their body just like I did, always a reminder of the past which had made my lover nearly crippled with guilt and remorse when he had laid his eyes on my fair skin that could not be healed.

Guilt...

The emotion I too had burdened myself with for being the cause of unimaginable pain for my dear sister and my beloved. For not being able to do anything for my brother...

I feel his arms let go of me as I turn to him and gaze into the beautiful amber eyes I love so much, they look golden in the light of the setting sun. I feel his thumb brush my face and he holds a teardrop on his finger. My tear that I hadn't even realized I was shedding. I bury my face in his chest and wonder if he feels like I do. His arms wrap around me once again and he places his lips on my head. And that's when I know that even he wishes for it all to be just the way it once was.

But life is cruel and history cannot be rewinded.

I pull back and rise on my feet to meet the soft lips of my reason of existence. I will never forgive the gods for the pain they have caused all of us but I thank them for not taking away my love from me, no...for returning him to me.