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9000 BC
Dianthus watched the water formed the shape of a rose. She smiled.
As she put her hand down, the water dropped.
This was just a little of what she could do, being favored by Poseidon, her god and her grandfather.
She was the chosen one, showcased by her natural pink hair, and blessed with a name that meant the 'flower of the gods.'
She was the only one to be given such a gift out of all the princes and princesses. Not even one of the children of High King Atlas was chosen.
Dianthus was the only daughter of King Azeas. She lived in their kingdom sheltered, but wise for her age. Perhaps, it was also a gift from the god of Sea.
She was renowned as she was a princess, but she was also famed for her gift and for her beauty.
She had a lot of suitors even at the young age of 14, but she did not entertain. She has no interest in marriage or politics. She knew they only see her status, her gift, or maybe her beauty.
She was 15 when the Kings had decided to invade other nations. She did not approve of the violence but knew in herself that it would be for the greater good. They had superior civilization and it would only benefit the poorest if they would be able to share their highly advanced customs and technology to everyone.
She was 17 when she had noticed the change. The ongoing wars and expeditions has changed her people and their leaders.
They did not seek the greater good anymore, they sought power and authority over everyone else. They thought themself superior and the rightful rulers of all the world.
It was summer of her 18th year when she had the dream.
It was horror.
Destruction, flood, earthquakes, lightnings. Her people have angered the gods and they will be punishing them.
She tried telling anyone she could talk to, but not one believe her, not even her father.
She told them not to continue with their plans, but they only laughed and thought her silly, even insane.
They started the attack on Athens. Many of the opposing army died, but many of their army was lost as well.
And then, it happened. The destruction--her dream.
Dianthus watched from her veranda as the water from the sea entered their kingdom and the earthquakes tore their land.
People were running everywhere, trying to escape. They did not understand that there was no escape. No one will survive. Their civilization would cease to exist. And rightly so, for their greed.
Dianthus watched the devastation. It was somewhat tragically beautiful.
She was sad that she could not do anything to prevent this, even when the gods have already warned her. She could not save her country, her people, anyone.
Maybe in another lifetime she'd be able to.
Maybe in another lifetime she'd be able to
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830 BC
Ívarr has lived all his life in Thuros. He was from a family of farmers and expectedly came to be one, as well.
Coming from the highlands and having lived a simple life, he did not know nor was he interested in politics or wars.
But the King had called for men to step forward and fight a war for him.
He did not know anything about duels and swords but he knew his duty to his country, to his King.
So he stepped forward.
They were met by the King Arthur himself, along with the wizard prophet, Merlin.
One by one they were knighted and given the title, Lord.
As he stepped forward, he had made eye contact with the great wizard.
The old man had smiled at him and had spoken up.
"You will be part of something bigger." He claimed.
They were trained for battle and Ívarr was rubbish. He preferred holding a scythe than a sword. He also didn't like violence.
Came the summer, they were sent to battle. Many thought he would not come back. He was brave and passionate, but he was not a fighter.
As the battle wages on, Ívarr did his best to survive.
And maybe he did deserve the title of a Knight, for when he saw one of the opposing soldiers aiming at the King, he had sacrificed himself and protected him, which lead to their triumph.
He could not save himself, but he was able to save his family and his people from the invaders. And for that, he was contented. As he gave his last breath, he knew his sacrifice was worth it.
As he gave his last breath, he knew his sacrifice was worth it.
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27 BC
Princess Gladiolus was known to be odd. She was very beautiful, with her beautiful pink mane-- said to be the most beautiful among the princesses of Sicily, but she was also very childlike.
Even with this though, suitors and admirers praised her for her beauty. It was said that many had even believed she was Venus, the goddess of beauty, herself. Kings and Lords from different lands come to their kingdom just to have a glimpse of her beauty.
Admirers have started offering her gifts, neglecting the altars of Venus. This has enraged the goddess and so, she had sought his son, Cupid, the god of erotic love. She had ordered him to shot an arrow at the princess and make her fall in love with a servant.
Cupid had went to their kingdom to do his mother's bidding, but as he shot his arrow, he had also seen her kindness. He pitied the princess and so shot, another arrow at , the servant.
And so they fell in love. It was forbidden, they knew, but they could not help themselves. They would meet in secret. He would go to her chambers at night and leave before the sunrise.
But then it happened, one summer. Princess Gladiolus was promised to a King.
One night before the union, they had met in her chambers once more. Aloysius was preparing himself for the goodbye. But when he got there, the princess had another thing in mind.
"Run away with me." She asked.
And without hesitation he nodded.
They ran far away to where they would not be recognized. But as Gladiolus' beauty was known even to foreign lands, it was difficult.
So as a last resort, when
was gone to get food, she had wounded her face until it was not recognizable anymore.
When he had returned and saw her, however, he had immediately known who she was.
He was sad that she had to feel the pain, but felt no lost about her beauty. She was beautiful because of her soul, not because of her face.
They were able to settle down in a small village in Corsica. They built their family and lived happily and peacefully for years.
On Aloysius' deathbed, he had caressed Gladiolus' scarred face as she wept. They both knew what was coming.
He smiled lovingly at her.
"Do not cry, my love, for in our next life, I promise I will find you and we will be together again."
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2005
Sasuke looked at her as they were going down the elevator. She was wearing a simple white shirt and denim shorts. She was pretty with her pink hair and green eyes, and she had a nice smile.
Today was the first time he had met or even saw her but somehow, it felt like he already knew her. Somehow she feels familiar to him.
He saw her face again when his manager gave him the photos of the potential heroine opposite him, for his first big production series. When he saw she was one of the choices, he had this instinct to choose her at once, if only he could. Of course, she had to get through the auditions.
He didn't understand it--she was pretty but there were a lot of pretty girls from the choices. He didn't know why he felt that she should be the one. It was unreasonable but still, he hoped it would be her.
And amazingly, after a few weeks, he was told she was the one chosen.
They were introduced during the shoot, and there was it again, that nagging feeling inside of him saying that he knew this girl. He has always known her.
"Sakura." He called quietly as they walked along the set with Sakura walking a few steps ahead of him, both of them in their ninja costumes. The other main actors was still getting ready.
She turned around with a smile.
He was sure he had seen that smile before.
Much like him, it seems like she's also been very comfortable around him from the get go.
And he didn't know why he suddenly had this thought,
'I finally found you.'
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