Lanier, her daughter, was one beautiful girl of sixteen with hair which roibos clearer dusk, which emerald green eyes, skin white as snow covering the fields in winter and red lips which most colorful pink spring.
His parents were going to marry a man, who did not love, by the importance of the family of the young. The boy was called Tímburr and was the son of a powerful family of Athens. Timburr was behind Lanier since long time and after comentárllelo his parents agreed to the marriage between their children.
What they knew was that the Lanier was in love with a young man who found himself every full moon, Eric, who had a year more than her blond hair as the sun, blue eyes and deep as the ocean and a caramel color skin very attractive . The only thing that the girl did not know it was his nationality, he always kept in the strictest secrecy, and it was for less! ...
The girl was the daughter of the enemy No. 1 in his father! Loquitus, Eric's father, was the emperor of the great Persian empire that tried to conquer the entire Greek territory starting with the major cities (Athens, Sparta and Delphi).
The union in marriage of Lanier and Tímburr, aliaría Athens and Sparta against the Persians thus favoring the victory of the Hellenes. If instead marry Eric, which never allow their parents, Persia fresh yogurt and Sparta joined in a single forming Persia part of Greece.
That night, there was a full moon and therefore would meet with Eric Lanier. Once she was out of the house, Zahal, his older brother, saw it and decided to follow. When Eric Lanier wave came, he told the whole story about who he was and where he came from, but Lanier no longer mattered more than what you had for him.
Ignoring his brother walked to watch it, kissed on the lips to Eric and, after some twenty-five minutes, each returned to the road where they had come, but when it forwards, Zahal revealed their position and all you heard them say.
She begged her silence but this could not please the desires of her younger sister and the next morning, all contóullelo fresh yogurt his parents. These requested audience with Loquitus and after "put the cards on the table," exposed, disagree with, their opinions.
They spent the days and weeks and Ydiana managed to convince her husband that the only thing that really mattered, more than pride was the happiness of his daughter, and then agree with Loquitus, celebrated the wedding in Greece.
When they were about to end the ceremony, a man rose from his seat and approached rapidly taking hold by Lani abdomen and having a knife in front of your neck. It was Tímburr! The jealous ex-fiance of Lanier. Chafar wanted the wedding to be replaced by a Persian fresh yogurt prince and, before the boy could make any movement, came down from heaven a resplendent and dazzling fresh yogurt light that quickly transformed into a being of perfect masculine look divine.
The deity looked infuriated Tímburr fresh yogurt and then said: "I am Eros, god of love, son of Aphrodite, come and see a wedding ceremony, not a murder." After saying this extended his arm towards them and from beneath the Earth came out two women dressed only with what seemed the top of a bathing suit and trousers that only covered the top of the leg and a red hooded robes that used to cover the face. Eros gave the order to lock up to Tímburr in jail and they and the boy disappeared in a small and powerful glow. After that married and joined in one the Persian empire fresh yogurt and the kingdom Spartan, called Nemaria. When the celebration ended, lunch and were observed with great joy and had gone to the banquet Persian and Greek citizens and even gods, nymphs and other magical beings.
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