The seer
Sitting there knitting and watching those young things put forth ridiculous theories for their petty problems I wonder how many, if any, of these trainees will ever guess my secret. Not dear Raymond he has believed too heavily in what his mother told him, but that young actress may do. She's observant that one and clever without wisdom to go with it.
In a way she reminds me of myself right near the beginning, when I was young and beautiful and what was that latest term oh yes, sex appeal. When I only was starting to deal with the gift, before I learnt to disguise it.
Human nature - once you've watched for a couple of centuries you can see the pattens forming, the people playing their parts in the stories they don't even notice; over time the roles, the details may change – a Shepard to a woodcutter, a knight to a mayor- but the stories remain. I couldn't make them listen to me, especially nowadays when prophets are frowned upon so, but I could help them do it for themselves in little ways.
Setting up the "bobbies", that was a good move, implanting that idea into young Robert Peel's head. Or that most interesting man showing him the basics of deduction, I did rather enjoy his friend's books.
I can't claim credit for everything; once humans have an idea they run with it and some of the laws they have now show it. They are talking about getting rid of the death penalty now, it will be interesting to see how they sort that one out. Maybe I am getting to old, after all people in St. Mary Mead will soon notice my unusual longevity - there is only so much you can do will make-up. Then it will be moving house, perhaps even country, new name to suit the culture, new birthday. It's good in a way that my true name has fading into legend and misuse; I could never get used to being called Cassandra again.