**** Preface ****
I've never really thought about living forever, it just doesn't happen does it? But these last 200 years have taught me otherwise. I was supposed to die, my soul should have been nothing more than mere memory in the eyes of the people that knew me, my time had come. Yet, I was there, breathing, bleeding, in what seemed to be perpetual motion. My head was spinning, nauseous and sick, sick from the bloodshed; from the way things were; from the beginning. If only I could remember the beginning. If only I never begun. Maybe things would be different. Tears, blood and fear would be obsolete in this poor imitation of a 'perfect world'. I never asked for any of this to happen. My intentions were based upon peace, and truth, yet they were bitterly ignored.
I only pray that this will end soon. I was supposed to die, But I didn't, I cheated death.. At a cost. A cost I am willing to pay, to make things right, to restore, protect and avenge those who have seen what I have seen, felt what I have felt.
I stared, dead, cold, confused and afraid. For the first time in 200 years. Her eyes, her smell, her red hair, the way she stared back, each feature as inviting as the next. She gazed in understanding, yet confusion and intimidation filled her amber toned eyes as I glared back. Was this what I was waiting for?
Was this it? The end? Or, the beginning?