In the wide expanse of the universe where ones existence doesn't really matter. Or does it? People does not actually care about anyone or anything but themselves. Self-preservation is so strong that one is willing to kill another just to survive. But what does my death entails when there was no proper exchange. Will someone else die if I had survived?
If I had just stayed home would I have been spared? What of that girl in my dreams? Had she been able to get the life she wanted? Had she taken the throne she craved. ARTEMESIA.
Her name resounded in my mind with clarity. Artemesia is a bright girl. But down right naive. She thinks she's better than everyone but she's actually not. Holed up in her mansion, her wisdom merely contained within the pages of her books and her tutors' knowledge. How can someone like her wish for a throne so out of reach?
But at the least, the girl is alive. ALIVE. Yes. Very much so. If I get to live again, I want to see her. The genius child of House Silvers. The girl in my dreams. The girl who sought to burn an empire for her kingdom? for family? friends? I don't think she has any. I wanted to know. What does she want? Power? Fame? Richness? But a burnt throne does not give any of it. Infamy?
My thoughts flowed freely as I- Wait. What am I doing? Where am I?
I opened my eyes, eyes I thought I no longer have. A stretch of night sky came into view with two moons shining from opposite directions. One with a tinge of orange, bigger than the other, almost as big as my fist. While the other was white that was half the size of the other.
Where? Where am I?