Prologue

In fear of evil, of spirits unchecked, ambitions of the lowly and the highly, i, a queen of of the Kingdom of Bactria in India and the Lama of the faith of Buddhism, have taken upon myself to write the story of not only my reign, but to expand upon the legacy of my family and the journey we have all taken up to this point. Though there are a plethora of threats to once self, non is greater than time. For in its irresistible and ceaseless flow carries along on its flood all created things, and drowns them in the depths of obscurity, no matter if they be quite unworthy of mention, or most noteworthy and important.

Though there are many great men and women who write in many scrolls and those scrolls are well kept in the many libraries of the world. In Eratosthenia we have knowledge. In Baghdad there is knowledge and in every corner of the world one can find bright spots of equally treasured knowledge. This is our Knowledge. Our history and our Truth. In this book i shall attempt, for i do not claim be the greatest scholar yet i can not be, nor should i be seen as one who lacks in the art of words, to do my best. Though my education was mainly focused in military affairs which was truly alien and unique to my era, i did not dare to not read upon the classic works of both Greek origins and of Indian ones. Unfortunately i had not the time to learn the language myself but skilled scholars had translated the works of Bramha Gupta, Bhaskaracharya and others. It was a privilege to be born at the station that i am with access to all the things one could ever hope or want in this world and though the time to write this book is very short due to the constant threats this kingdom faces, it is my one wish to finish it before i shed my mortal coil and be reborn.

Before i begin this journey however, it is only proper to call upon Avalokiteśvara. For he will guide me as my muse with his compassion and infinite wisdom to put on paper nothing but truth and hopefully distance myself with illusions of grandeur and write a book that future generations will be able to read and understand what happened here. This book shall be written in the Language of Greek. The ancestral Homeland of my family many hundrends of years ago but shall be, if finished, translated to Sanskrit as it is proper that not only scholars of my language to be able to understand but to be understood by those not of my language.

Many heads of our dynasty have done great things but as this is intended to be a first count of my time, i shall begin from where my memory begins and that is with my father, the Bodhisattva Ashoka 'The Divine'. The founder of the newest School of Buddhism of Yonadharmayana.

I have chosen to narrate his and mine doings for i fear the tongues of suspicion and detraction will whisper that writing my father's history is only self laudation and that the historical facts and any praise I bestow on myself and him, are mere falsehoods and empty panegyric. Yet i shall argue on the opposite for there are many self aclaimed "historians" that are given many lavish gifts from rulers in order to write what they want. I have no such temptations or urges for i have all that i could wish and no man or woman alive could gift to me something that i would crave. Whatever i write about myself or others that i have lived with that is true can not have negative repurcasions for there is no law against the truth and evil minds who might go after me shall be brought to justice before they are even able to sharpen their