"Red as the rose and as Golden as the stars. May this empire's beauty reach the light!"
It was a statement repeated by many, remembered by all.
But Era of Apollyon fell...
Being weak was no longer a concept, only the strongest guaranteed survival.
And among the uncontrolled chaos
One stood out
Crown Prince Isaiah... the one who was remembered as the greatest
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A man slowly sipped his tea. His slender fingers slowly brushed against the last line of the page.
The ever falling sunshine shone onto those hazel eyes of his.
While, lips curved into a prideful smile, His heart was beating heavily.
He seemed like a goddess. The one which transcends the norms of genders and embodies gender fluidity.
Yet the beauty he possessed started melting into the emotion that slipped through his eyes without permission:
A lingering sadness
It seemed as if it was directed towards the name that the end.
The man slowly started brushing his long chestnut coloured hair. His eyes drifting back at the scenery from the window. But, they were emptier compared to the emotion that the name provoked.
"You can never leave me alone, can you?" he said while looking back at the name.
His eyes were now filled with soft, warm tears.
***
Indeed, the tale of sunshine falling into the abyss had only just begun.