Life Through The Ages
I Ran and I did not know where I ran to. All I know is I spent many years out of my senses, drifting between Sanity and Madness. I know many, many years passed. The world changed around me yet I knew nothing of the differences. Ten years, a hundred, a thousand, I cared not until the night I saw my beloved Talaren again...Or who I thought was Talaren.
The sight of someone so similar to my husband snapped me from my grief and madness. I awoke that night to a world filled with changing sights, sounds and even smells. I awoke in a place I had no knowledge of coming to. Green where the desert was supposed to be, according to what I remembered anyway. But I had come to a strange land. Somehow I had crossed whole oceans to find myself in the land of the Celts.
The year, I soon came to find out, was 34 A.D. I had roamed, unaware for nearly a Millenia. I remember very little of that time... I may have slept much of it. I don't know. But when I awoke and gathered my wits, I persued a course for knowledge with a vengeance. Books were hard to come by then so I travelled much to learn from the great men themselves of that time. As I learned I came upon others of my kind, not understanding when they spoke of clans and disciplines. So I pursued that knowledge as well. This course kept me occupied for nearly 9 centuries.
After my sojourn into the realm of knowledge I spent 2 centuries learning various fighting techniques, including swordplay, unusual for a woman in those times. At that time I came across a man who was much like my Birth Father. Greyvahn was a Mage, protector of a secret Isle, guarding the magics of that land from prying eyes. He saw me as someone who needed a protector, though in truth I was the better at defending myself. But he was a dear man and I allowed him his illusions.
Greyvahn and I were lovers for a while though my heart remained with my dead husband. Its amazing how much love can grow in the space of such a short time as a year. But grow it did and lingered to haunt me for quite a while. But eventually Greyvahn and I parted ways, though we remained friends down through the centuries. Often I have returned to see him and speak of our times together. And always those times make me yearn for a simpler age.
It was somewhere around 1436 A.D. when I travelled across the ocean again to France and the Mediterranean. I lived among the cultures for a century or two and then left for the New World in 1665 A.D. I came to the Americas and was immediately entrhalled by the rich diversity there and the forests. I settled near what is now and has always been New Orleans. So much different than my home of 3000 years earlier but I grew accustomed to it and the masses of people coming through which made hunting easier. And I lived on..
Towards the end of the 19th Century I toured North America and the Growing United States. I encountered many things and strove to learn about all of them. That was my purpose you see; to learn and gather knowledge. When I finally returned to New Orleans and my home there, it was late in the 20th Century. I came to a bar far out among the swamps and small back roads. There I met my Family; My sister Iliessa, and my other sister Jadis. I found something I wasn't ever supposed to have.
I lived, I loved, I lost. I loved again, finally after so many years I met a man who reminded me of Talaren so strongly that I married him eventually. DarkChalice or Gabriel as he was known changed my life and my being, turning me into what I am now, a Dark Angel. Soon after though, Gabri was also killed, leaving me in despair yet again. I swore then I would never love again. If I had known then what I do now, I wouldn't have made that vow, knowing it couldn't be kept.
And the years passed, my sister's disappeared, dead or lost I know not which at this time...
And still I live.....
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