Historical Fiction

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Some people lust for glory. Some people defy the standards. And, certain people just lose. Everyone has something they want. Getting that? Now that can be tough but, a goal is a goal. I've had my fair share of quarrels, disagreements, basically you name it I've probably argued about it. Stubbornness is just natural to me, just like annoyance. But enough about me! Onto the more interesting part, the actual story. It starts more or less like this: Once upon a time, during the time of 480 B.C.E, in the small but sustained land of Caria an agreement was made. This was not a simple black and white agreement made. It was more or less a you-die-unless-you-support-us kind of agreement. See the Persians basically owned the land I am princess of, Caria. It was after all a Persia Satrapy. Xerxes being his usual arrogant, annoying, and demanding self somehow got me stuck in his conflict with the Greeks. While I can make endless jokes and bash Xerxes, I do admire his war ethics and strategies. The background information for this "battle" was pretty simple, Greeks wanted their land and the Persians wanted the Greeks land. Not a particularly win-win situation if you ask me. Anyway Xerxes forced me into command with himself. It's of great importance to note that Caria most likely didn't originally have any intentions whatsoever with dealing in wars. That probably wasn't true at all. My people were originally mercenaries for the Pharaoh of Egypt, it's just natural for us to have a knack for weaponry and war strategies. We worship war gods so it shouldn't strike anyone as odd that we are very dedicated to our weapon designs, tools, and inventions. Our main god is literally called the Carian Zeus and his speciality is in the army. It doesn't get... ... middle of paper ... ...tire story was really that of me trying to escape reality. I tried to create a safe haven where I could be okay and it was this wonderful fantasy land I had created for myself. But, with the a splash of cold water from reality hit me, that perfect utopia I had built, came crashing down and almost buried me. Days got longer and I grew weaker emotionally. I finally faced it like the brave warrior I am, and to this day I understand now avoiding your problems doesn't make them go away. I gave myself time to heal and confronted reality. It took time but I did it. And you want to know what life is like now? It's beautiful. Very cliché indeed. It's the truth though. I look out my window and I see wonderful people. There's laughter, smiles, children, and most importantly life. Life is fragile. I've got much to work on, but I'm trying my best to appreciate every second of it.

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