War was booming in the Emeral empire. People crying and screaming children. Deaths on every step. Cold soldiers covered in blood marching through the streets.

You held out a flower to one of them not knowing it was the emperor.

“Come!”

Cried your mother in horror as she saw this yanking you after her and running.

The emperor never forgot the girl with innocent eyes and a flower in her hands.

That was many years ago. Everything was now different.