Dressed as the daughter of a rebel leader, she is about to be beheaded. I shouted to the general who was supervising the execution: "Does the birthmark on your back look like a treasure map?"
I am a graduate student in the history department, and I was thrust into this troubled time before I even finished writing my thesis. The young general in front of me, history books say he will dominate the world - and I am the first rebel daughter he wants to destroy.
He knows my secret and I know his fate. I helped him count the food and fodder, defeat the enemy's city, and walk step by step towards the dragon throne. But in my unfinished paper, the record about him is changing bit by bit...
Until that day, he pressed me against the wall and asked in a low voice: "What year did you come from?"
