— For all the readers who have ever wanted to meet their favorite character.♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱There was a lot to talk about when it came to history, but nothing had ever left me as stunned as that. The strong, warm arms of the man I had always dreamed of were around me, and he was looking at me smiling with the violet eyes I so admired.He looked real."What is it?" he asked me in a husky, gentle voice."Nothing," I said, wondering if this was all a dream or not, but he just continued to stand there, his eyes now closed as he hugged me.This was certainly one of the best dreams I had ever had."Sir" a male voice called out to him and I saw Callisto raise his face in displeasure."What the hell do you want?" he grumbled."We have learned of something that may interest you, sir" the man said, and I felt my back freeze."I'm busy" he said, sinking his face into my back, I could feel his breath on my bare skin and it made my face hot."Sir" the man insisted and by now I knew what would

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱She was floating above the cathedral, her eyes golden, her body completely covered by the white blanket. It was like seeing Mary herself - the virgin chosen by heaven to bring forth the life of the one who would save all mankind.Elaine was equivalent to Mary, but her beauty was certainly superior.I was not surprised that Callistus fell in love with her, or that he accepted death because he loved this woman. Elaine was like a divinity in a fragile, delicate and mortal body; she was a strong and determined heroine who was willing to do anything to achieve what her God had commanded.I couldn't deny that I admired Elaine. Not only for winning over Callisto - my big literary crush - but also for giving herself to a cause like she did (even if I secretly considered it dumb when the cause was something like religion and ancient, archaic beliefs like hers)."By the 9 hells" Callisto grumbled, and I could see his pink eyes glisten with the anger he felt at that moment.H

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱"You... were you worried?" I couldn't help asking, and Callisto looked at me as if that was the stupidest thing Asra had ever asked him in his entire life.Of course, I should know.Callisto couldn't care less about his concubine, but then... what the hell did it all mean?"You..." he paused, his lips ajar.I smiled."I'm sorry, darling," I said, sitting down on the bed.I should leave."What exactly are you apologizing for?" Her voice was serious again.I didn't know how to answer, this was certainly one of the few answers I didn't have to give him, so I looked to the window for anything I could use. He snorted."Are you apologizing for almost killing yourself? For being impulsive? For..." he stopped and even without looking I could hear his footsteps approaching the bed, "what the hell do you have on your head?""Brain matter and horns" I replied with a smile, turning my face to look at him, but Callisto didn't smile back."I could..." he stopped again."I'm fine

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱Callisto's arms wrapped around my hips."Are you sure you want this?" He asked me, and in his eyes there seemed to be a mixture of doubt and fear.It was obvious why. Asra was trouble, but, besides, I had hurt myself the last time I tried to help. He must have thought that there was nothing I could do without nearly screwing everything up along the way.I sank my face into his chest.I wouldn't give up."Yes, that way you can work, and you won't have to endure Azrael on your foot... and..." I smiled, kissing his chin gently, "you can stay by my side too."He squeezed me tighter in his arms and I knew he was thinking, was really considering, but if I let him leave without giving me an answer, he would ask Azrael and that damned angel would go out of his way to make sure I didn't get involved in anything he considered "serious," like, for example: anything involving Elaine."Please" I spoke getting on tiptoe and sealing the king's lips, "I promise... I won't cause an

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱"Who are you?" the childish voice questioned me, and bluntly, I stared at the little being who was sneaking around the gardens of the emerald palace.What was I supposed to say? It was obvious who this child was, for there, in the midst of hell - children, were rare. As rare as dreamy happy endings.That little boy was Loren, Callisto's son and his one true love until then.The being to whom the king dedicated his life and the reason he opened himself to Elaine. There were even some fans who said that Elaine was not so good and had blatantly used the boy to get closer to the king.At the time, I remember disagreeing and defending the heroine."I am Asra" I replied simply by extending one of my hands to him to help him stand up.The little boy wore black clothes that stood out on his excessively pale skin. There were reddish circles under his crimson eyes, and he smiled briefly as he took my hand."Asra? Like the phoenix that swallowed the deadly sun?"He looked exc