Hello there!
Please bare with me, I'm new to FanFiction (in fact this is my first fic), and I'm only just starting to get back into my writing after some nasty health issues. It might take time before I fully capture the talent I use to have with the written word, but I promise this story, and the others to come, will improve with time. Anyway, I really hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoy writing it.
A wise, albeit infuriating, man once said "memories become stories when we forget them".
I wish to write my own stories; maintain my memories in their original forms, before I have forgotten too much to recall them myself.
Throughout the years, and I have seen many millennium, and I have been known by many names. I remember very few of them, and only one really stuck. I have been loved, and I have been feared. I have been a savior, and a murderer. A daughter, a mother, a lover. I have been many things, but only one has been as constant as my appearance. I have always been Me.
In all my complexity, I am Me. And I invite you to read some of my diaries; my stories... My memories.
But my dear reader, before you continue to delve into the pages of this long life of mine, I would like to clear something up.
I have lived so long that time has become, ironically, a thing of the past for me. Dates and times have become useless voids, for my time here is endless. And endless time is a painful, dangerous, and strangely beautiful thing. Counting the seconds in a day can only lead to insanity.
My memory is but a fog to me; I can rarely recall my past, or the faces it contains. And I suppose that really is the purpose for my diaries. I like to read them from time to time myself. Even if I have no recollection of the events inside.
I have decided, as I sit here waiting at the end of the universe for him, to rewrite each of my diaries. Or at least the key points. If all goes to plan, my stories will be scattered throughout history, discovered by readers, and those seeking adventure other than their own. Those seeking answers.
And they shall be the way I intend them to be.
These are the stories.
These are the diaries of Me.