When I was ten, I saved a boy covered in blood.
With reddened eyes, he swore to serve me all his life.
When rebellion swept the palace in my twentieth year, he shot me down outside the city, and a thousand arrows pierced my heart.
The last thing I saw was him tenderly covering the eyes of the woman beside him, afraid the sight of blood would frighten her.
Only after I was reborn did I learn the truth.
He should have been my most loyal subject.
But someone else had taken my place and saved him.