Me. I am Me. I once had a name, a name which was only suited to that life I lead. I should have died with that name as my only commemoration. But then I lived. I lived and I lived, death never touching me, hope dissipating all too quickly. It lay forgotten until an old man spoke it aloud. An old friend. I encountered him for the first time in many, many years- no, centuries. I had waited for him, pouring all my energy into a small spark of hope which his existence had kept alive, but alas I had mistaken his kindness for an open opportunity, the invitation of travel, the stars and worlds that lay welcoming. But then he told me no, and all that hope was immediately crushed, quickly transforming into an overwhelming pool of anger, cold and cynical, heartless. This anger, manipulated by another, drove me to do a terrible thing, one which could have ended the planet he vowed to protect. But that is over now, it lays in the past where it shall forever stay, but an entry in a journal, lying on my shelf. But a story I will soon forget.
"People like us, we go on too long. We forget what truly matters" he told me that day, forgiving me of my mistakes. Understanding now that two immortals cannot travel together without leaving a path of chaos crushed my childish fury, and focused my life, that would forever progress, on a newly destined purpose. To protect those this old man cannot, the ones he must leave when he has no more choice. The ones that will always sting his forever broken heart. He will protect this world, and I will protect it from him.