It was evening, and Arya returned home after saying goodbye to Nik. The atmosphere in the house was calm, and the orange light of the sunset streamed in through the windows. He entered the living room and saw that his father, Saman, was busy reading on his tablet. His mother, Leila, was smiling as always, preparing the dinner table.

As Arya glanced at his father's tablet screen, his eyes caught a picture that evoked a strange sense of familiarity. The clothes in the picture were made of heavy fabrics with intricate decorations, vibrant colors, and complex details. He reached out to touch the tablet and said, "Dad, who used to wear these clothes?"

Saman looked at the image and, with a slight smile, replied, "These are aristocratic clothes from the Achaemenid era. Most people from prominent families or close to the court wore these kinds of clothes. They were for the nobility and royal family."

Arya stared at the image and, with more attention, noticed the details; the clothes were very similar to what he had worn in his dream the night before. In surprise, he said, "This is strange, it feels like I’ve seen them before..."

Saman asked with interest, "Really? Maybe they just look like the clothes you've seen in historical movies."

Still lost in thought, Arya said to himself, "Maybe... but they seemed so real, the details of the fabrics, the thick materials, and that old feeling..."

Saman looked more closely at the image and continued, "This outfit is based on the reliefs of a tomb attributed to Darius III. This tomb is located near Persepolis, and some of its artifacts still raise many questions for researchers."

Arya, with his ears pricked up, looked at the image more closely. He felt that there was something deeply familiar and hidden in this description. He remembered his dream from the previous night; the same clothes he had worn, the same reliefs, the same environment. His heart raced.

"Darius III?" Arya muttered, still lost in the memories of the previous night. "These clothes look exactly like the ones I saw in my dream..."

Leila, who had been setting the table, glanced at Arya and asked, "What’s wrong?"

Arya, feeling uneasy, said, "Could it be that what I saw really existed? These clothes, these reliefs... they all look like what I saw in my dream."

His father smiled gently and said, "It might just be a coincidence, Arya. Maybe your dreams were influenced by things you saw during the day. But history and ancient cultures have always been fascinating for me, just as they are for you, who are interested in these things."

But Arya couldn't calm down. The dream from the night before, with all its details, appeared like a puzzle in front of his eyes. The connection between what he had dreamed and what his father had said made him more aware of a great secret.

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Arya, still half-asleep, stood in the middle of a vast hall. The air was filled with the smell of smoke and blood, and the sounds of screams and battles echoed in the distance. This hall seemed to be inside an ancient palace, with tall columns and wall paintings telling legendary stories. In front of the royal throne, where a man dressed in royal clothes and a crown made of pure gold sat, Arya stood. He knew that this man was important, but his face seemed unfamiliar. A worried and anxious expression was etched on the king’s face.

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Arya’s clothes were completely different from what he wore in the real world. He was wearing the luxurious attire of the Persian empire’s royal advisors. These clothes were decorated with intricate patterns and stunning colors, but there was something about them that didn’t feel right. The bloodstains that gradually fell on his clothes gave him an unpleasant feeling.

At that moment, a deep and firm voice rang out: "Arya! When you reach the truth, nothing will remain except the fate of Iran. You must find the right path."

This voice, coming from the distance, pulled Arya toward it. He didn’t know why, but he felt like he had to make a crucial choice at that moment.

Near the king, a group of shadowy and indistinct men approached him. These men seemed threatening and dangerous, their faces obscure and full of hatred. One of them, with a sharp voice, said to Arya, "In your hands lies the future of Iran, but can you overcome the betrayals?"

Suddenly, Arya found himself in the middle of a vast battlefield. A battle that seemed to never end. The sound of swords clashing and the cries of warriors filled the air. Arya stood alone in this battlefield, his clothes stained with blood, holding a sword that appeared to be from ancient times.

At that moment, another voice rang out from afar: "Bizen! The fate of Iran is in your hands. Time is running out, you must choose the right path!"

Arya woke up in surprise and fear. His heart raced, and his mind was filled with unanswered questions. Why had the name "Bizen" appeared in his dream? Who was this person, and what connection did he have with him?

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Arya, subconsciously touching the necklace he had been drawn to, fell into thought. He felt like he had seen something about it in the dream but couldn't fully recall it. He went downstairs. The house was quiet; college was closed today, and Leila wasn't home. His father, Saman, was drinking tea.

Arya: "Dad, can I ask you a historical question?"

Saman calmly looked at him over his cup. "Sure, about what?"

Arya asked carefully, "The Achaemenids. Why did they fall? Didn't they have a very powerful empire? How did Alexander manage to defeat them?"

His father replied: "Well, the Achaemenids were a powerful empire, but in the end, internal issues and betrayals played a major role in their downfall. Some of the high-ranking commanders, especially in the later years, had loyalty issues."

Arya asked carefully, "Who betrayed them?"

His father paused for a long moment before answering: "Names like Pharnaces and Rhemus come to mind. Of course, many people view history objectively and say that Bizen was one of those traitors. But my perspective is different. Bizen, being a commander closely related to Darius III, was always under a lot of pressure. Many people don't realize that he had to make very tough decisions in a very complex situation. Maybe he wanted to make the best choice, but the circumstances forced him into making bad decisions."

Arya thought for a moment and asked, "So you think Bizen didn't betray them?"

His father replied: "No, I'm not saying he didn't betray them, but maybe he was also a victim of the very complex situation that no one could escape from. Maybe he truly didn’t want or couldn’t defend his great empire. As history says, maybe he made bad choices, but in the end, you can't simply call him a traitor."

Arya, still thinking, asked, "What about Bizen’s family? What kind of people were they?"

His father replied: "Bizen's family was one of the Achaemenid families closely related to Darius III. Bizen’s father, Hoxhtra, was Darius III’s brother, meaning that Darius III was Bizen’s uncle. This meant there was a very deep and familial relationship between Bizen and Darius III. It wasn’t just that Bizen was an independent commander working alongside Darius. They were not only involved in battles but also in major political and governmental decisions."

Arya asked in surprise: "So Bizen had a closer relationship with Darius III than just being a commander?"

His father confirmed: "Exactly. These two, aside from their roles as commander and king, had a close familial bond. As history tells, this close relationship could have influenced Bizen’s decisions. When Darius III was in crisis, Bizen was part of that situation and might have been under such immense pressure that he made hard choices."

Arya said with surprise: "So Bizen and Darius were family and also involved in the wars?"

His father nodded and said: "Yes, exactly. This complexity of familial and political relationships might have led history to judge Bizen as a traitor, but in reality, you need to understand that the circumstances back then were far more complicated than they appeared. Bizen might have been under pressures that no one from the outside could understand."

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