The ancient palace of Pikinong; the place of my birth in my first life used to go by the name. Artemascis, the land of sultan Suleiman. The land that bore my hatred. The land where my mother lost her dear life. Today was an auspiciously audacious day.
"This grand palace belonged to one of the greatest sultans to conquer the whole of west Asia." He went on. He was a great sultan. A great king who was respected amongst his people!"
The guide went on. A few thousand were gathered to view the grand palace that covered a few kilometres of land. The rooms were gigantic and exited people from all over the world gazed at this ancient heritage site that had bore my bleak but fancy life in the past. I stepped foot at the giant gates and a tear dropped from my eyes. Memories, bleak and
