Achaemenid Empire

Jeffrey was walking down Turk Blvd, on his way back from the College University of City, unaware of his impending demise.

Lalalalala, can wait to get home and watch some Netflix!

Suddenly! A car with tinted windows swerves into the street and rams our protagonist Jeffrey into a new adventure.

Ouch! Whats up with drivers nowadays? Do they just give everyone a license?

Looking around Jeffrey is bewildered by his surroundings. What he sees are painted stone walls, carved with intricate designs, lavish silks, and linens with gold and Tyrian purple hues, and not to mention, hes surrounded by giant stone columns!

Jeffrey, moments away from questioning his existence, receives a flood of information. Apparently, hes been reincarnated as Xerxes youngest son! Artaxerxes the Achaemenid!

Taking a moment to register everything, Jeffrey, now Artaxerxes rolls around in his crib with joy.

Hell yeah! Im a royal prince in the most powerful empire in the world!

But his thoughts quickly shift, Wait, isn the empire in decline? With the Greeks on the rise? Am I in danger?

Suddenly faced with dangerous thoughts, Artaxerxes decides to do the smart thing as a previously 18-year-old, procrastinate!

Out of sight out of mind!

Returning to his happy place and reveling in his new situation, Artaxerxes soon falls asleep, exhausted from his thoughts and baby stamina running dry.

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Feeling movement, Artaxerxes wakes up, hoping it was all a dream while wondering whos interrupting his beauty sleep. Opening his eyes he sees a beautiful woman, with sun-tanned skin and onyx eyes, however, instead of lust, he feels a strong instinct of warmth toward this woman.

Without much thought, Artaxerxes immediately knew this woman was his mother. Being lifted out of his gilded crib, the woman looks into his eyes. ”You have the eyes of your father, Arta, and one day youll be as strong and handsome as him. ” She says with a warm smile.

A man dressed in courtly robes, a Kings attendant, strode into the open palace hall ”Pardon me, Lady Amestris, The King wishes for your presence. ” The man said after a polite courtesy of bowing forward slightly a