The truth of the war was a revelation that shattered my world. It was not a natural disaster, not a random act of violence. It was the work of a vengeful god, a being of immense power who had been consumed by greed. He had fallen for me, for my beauty, for my perfect form. But I was disgusted by his advances, by the way he looked at me, as if I were a prize to be won.
"Leave," I had commanded, my voice trembling with anger. "Leave my kingdom, leave my people. I love another, and I will love him forever."
His jealousy burned like a wildfire. He swore vengeance, promising to destroy everything I held dear. And he did. He unleashed his wrath upon our kingdom, sending his monstrous minions to wreak havoc.