1st January – 3900bc
"Greetings, my French citizens. Today, we celebrate 100 years of… being alive, essentially. 100 years ago, there were 101 citizens, standing on this very grassland. We were confused, distraught, clueless of what happened. And, let's face it, we still are. But with our scientists making new discoveries every day, we shall be brought into a new era of prosperity! A golden age for the French people! So let's celebrate!" I call out from my Palace window to the grand population of 6,000 French people. They all cheer, and begin to dance and sing.
"Ah, this festival has gone off without a hitch!" Felicity, my Diplomatic advisor, says. She organizes Parisian festivals, and events which occur in the city.
"This is a very good festival, Felicity. Well done." I say, smiling. With a slight blush, she exits the room.
"My lord, we have recently discovered map making. Unfortunately, we can only plot our city boundaries because we have no scouts to explore the open land. We would only need a few scouts, just 3, equipped with basic bows to defend themselves and maps which they can plot their findings on. In fact, Ambrose wishes to become one. He is coming of age, sir, and is turning 29 in the coming months." Jean-Paul says.
"That sounds like a good idea, Jean. You truly are an asset to the French empire." I say, genuinely smiling at him. "In fact, after the festival we could send Ambrose to recruit some young and able men!" I exclaim. I then look out my window, towards the festival. Everyone is enjoying themselves.
I leave my palace, and join the crowds in the roads. I look at the newly established monument, the greatest source of culture. Engraved on it are the names of the 101 people who were here from 4000bc, and the dates of their deaths. 100 have died, outlived their life. Apart from me.
I walk outside of the city boundaries, and walk through the farms. I look at all the quaint houses, and a thought hits me: "Is there anyone else on this world?"
There must be, of course. We can't be alone. What if I am the only immortal in the world?
The thought begins to scare me, and I walk off towards the nearby hill. I climb the hill, right to the top, despite my 'old age' of 130. I can see for miles at the top of the hill. I even spot a winding river, and some forests. However, something stands out from all that. A lone figure, standing next to the river. I look towards him. In no time, he spots me. He sets off into a run towards me, and I begin to power walk back to Paris.
I alert the military advisor as soon as I get back to Paris. He shakes his head in despair.
"I will alert the warriors to be on guard. No matter what, do not let the news spread to the citizens." He says, looking at me. And in a mere second, he is off to the barracks.