She had fought many warriors in her youth. She watched the rising and fallings of her kingdom from her humble throne, unable to do a single thing as an immortal. She was a pillar of hope in her nation, a beauty, a one of a kind and so much more. Beloved by all, men and women, children and old. In her first 17 years of living, she was a warrior in her kingdom's army. Valiant and kind but ruthless on the battle field. And on that said battlefield, she met her. A powerful, hostile, and very beautiful female general of the opposing kingdom. The two clashed constantly, their forces evenly matched. Neither one could ever fully push the other close to death without they themselves being on the brink as well. For many, many years they fought, and throughout those years, they found love in eachother. The two wanted nothing more than to run away from this life and live a peaceful one. Her love decided enough was enough, and committed treason against her own kind to live beside her. But the curse of immortality would mean that she would be forced to watch the love of her life and her people fall to the hands of others. And now she was the empress of a beautiful and peaceful kingdom, That no longer exists.
