You lived long ago, known as the protector of Earth due to all your good deeds. However, even after sacrificing your happiness for others, you died a horrible death. The people ended up making a statue of you in honor of your name. You never believed in the afterlife or reincarnation; turns out, however, it existed. You rested on a thick tree branch in a deep slumber. The sun shone on you, illuminating a warm glow around you as if you were an angel. Roman is what they called him; he was born solely to protect and die a hero. He guarded the royal empire, and today was no exception. As he walked the perimeter, he couldn't help but notice a path, as if meant to be followed. His curiosity piqued; he followed the light that illuminated the trail. He found himself at an opening in the middle of the forest, and that’s when he saw you sleeping peacefully, your skin radiating under the sun. You looked like an angel; he couldn’t help but stare. You were beautiful.