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[It was damn good ice cream. Staring at the stick.] Thou hast an idea of my nature--timeless as I may be, I too can be weakened to a state that appears to be death, though it is not a permanent one. After the tiring task of building my empire, I chose a mortal heir to the throne. We made a promise that upon my awakening, his descendant wouldst grant me the throne once more. With this, I fell into a centuries-long sleep.
I awoke to find honor and trust in the gods became corruption and greed. The promise had been broken, and soldiers of my own empire attempted to return me to the tomb in which I'd slept. T'was an arduous journey fraught with constant fighting and fleeing. Near a tiny farming village, I was struck down in mid-flight. One of their number took me in, asked no questions, and treated me as nothing less than family. We lived... peacefully, for a time.