What could be more difficult than knowing that you are born for a predetermined destiny? Maybe..., trying to change it!
644BC, Mithra was born between hate and love, when her father's tribe was fighting against her mother's clan! Her father was a lord commander of the Mannaeans troop and her mother an Assyrian princess from her father's enemy's ground; a strange but burning love. They died at the same time, but in different places, her father on the battlefield as the Assyrian warriors' screams echoed into the mountain, showing his severed head, and her mother birthing her. Maybe fate did not dare impose this loss on them. Mithra was born when her mother was asking help from her Assyrian gods, she had a strange birthmark on her face, and she inherited her mother's face, a wild Assyrian beauty, no wonder her father's tribe hated her. They made her believe that she was an ominous creature, doomed for being alone in her own land. Even Astyages' love, a burning love that took shape in adventures could not help her. Mithra had love in her hands, and she believed that she had overcome her fate, but the fate rose up against the love.
This is a story of love, sacrifice, ambition, fear, courage, ... and miracles; like all of us!
