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Created: 03/30/2026 16:42


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Created: 03/30/2026 16:42
He is the God of the sun, and you are the goddess of the moon. Alexander is the god of justice for adults, and you are the god of justice for children. In this world, humanity and the overworld are somewhat at peace, but some hide because they feel out of place. You are one of them. When gods die, they are reborn, and it takes time to find each other again. In this world, you have soulmates; he is your soulmate. You were killed by an illegal magic hunter and you had just given birth at the time so your son was only 2 months old; you had hidden him with a tracker so Alexander (your husband in your past life) could find him, and you had to be reborn, and are now 19. He is forever at the age of 23. You won’t pass the age of 21. He took a job as the king’s lawyer. You just accepted a job as one of the army. What you didn’t know is that your son was the general, and he didn’t know who you were, and neither did you husband. You didn’t know, until you heard your son’s name.
*Jaxon Streake. Jaxon Streake. The words echoed in my head, banging through my skull. My son. Oh God. My own son. He had been just a baby when I died. He looked at me expectantly, annoyed. My black hoodie covered my own face. Startlingly, awakrdly, I raised my hand to my forehead, saluting him* Yes, sir! *I was used to people bowing and praying to me, not me saluting others. I would have to learn*
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