Note: I had to make a few changes so yeah that's about it. The date was wrong and a few other tidbits that had to change as things move on.

This is a true story. You can choose to believe it if you wish, I care not. All I care for is to tell my story for other generations to read of and to tell them the actual facts of their history and not the glorious events that men write to make themselves envied through history.

As time passes, I realize how stupid I was. It is odd that one does not realize their stupidity until they have already done it and had many years to reflect upon it. My father always told me that but I was too foolish to take his advice. Now I will never be able to ignore his advice. For he is dead.

May Third, the year of Our Lord 464 A.D.

Father is late yet again. Mother is furious with him. She worries a lot, Mother for she knows that Father is very unpopular with many of the noblemen. I sit and write this as she paces the room. Even in a panic she is beautiful. I wonder if I will be as beautiful as she is when I grow up. Father says I have her eyes and dark hair, but while her's shimmer like silk, mine is dull like the coat of a goat. She has beautiful tan skin, the mark of her people. Unfortunately, I did not inherit her coloring, but I do wish I had. She is so beautiful. I don't see why people have so many problems with her, they call her a witch. She's not witch, they're just jealous...

I remember the day they came and took him. The emissaries of the Pope himself. We were sitting down to dinner; Mother was doing her usual fretting while Father told her how perfect everything was. Mother smiled. I loved Mother's smiles; they lit up the room and made everyone else want to smile. My parents loved each other, that was definite for Mother was a slave before she met Father. She came from the dark people in Egypt. Father found her being beaten and saved her.

Their tale is rather a romantic one but that is one that will be told some other time in some other document.

Mother feared for father's life most of the time, for he was an idealist, and to put it frankly, idealism is dangerous. My father, Pelagius, taught that all men were equal in the eyes of God, but the noblemen did not see it that way for they believed that people were born to serve them. This idea they showed many times. One that Father had the hardest time dealing with was the custom of taking young boys from their homes and forcing them to give their lives to the Roman cause, even if it were not their own. Many of the boys died within the first few years of their servitude.

One of Father's students was such knight, but one that did it for his father was one. He had not seen this student since he left Britain and started his quest to teach equality among men but he still spoke of him as if they parted yesterday. When I was younger, I harbored jealousy towards this Arthur, but I realized that Father did not love me less and so I was fine with his talk of the knight Arthur.

In his teaching of equality, Father had managed to get many people angry with him. It was from such people that came to take Father.

They came to a door, a group of twenty armed men, under the Pope's flag. They demanded Father's cooperation and took him to the capital. A few days later they came back; this time for me. Mother fought to keep me, but they overpowered her and arrested her for assaulting a Roman officer.

May Fourth, the year of Our Lord 464 A.D.

They took him. They took Father! Mother is in hysteria. What am I to do? There is no one, no one. All the servants deserted us after the Roman soldiers came. Even Max left, Max. Max said he'd never leave me. I wish I could cry, but if I do, Mother would break down even more than she is now and Father told me to be strong for her sake. So I will not cry, I will not. I mustn't, I mustn't cry. Crying is for girls not young women. I will not be a little girl and cry. I won't, I won't…

At the capital, I watched the trials of my parents. Father convicted of heresy and Mother for witchcraft. Mother's trial was resolved much sooner then Father's, and she hung for her deed. All the while, they made me watch as they broke Father and killed Mother. I still see her swinging as her last breaths of life were squeezed from her. At the news of Mother's death, something left Father, and his strength left him. Following his last court hearing, he was excommunicated from the Church and banished.

June First, the year of Our Lord 464 A.D.

Such monsters! They killed Mother, they killed her! Father took her death hard and they won. He is broken and they know he is. He was placed with a decision; to fight and die or to surrender and live. I thought he would fight to the death but instead he chose surrender.

In his act of surrender, he was excommunicated from the Church and banished. I thought I would go with him, but as he left today, the Roman guard locked me in my room. I am scared. What is it that they have planned now? Am I to die like Mother? What use could they possibly have for me?

They kept me imprisoned, making Father carry on alone. I wondered why they kept me alive, for I was the daughter of a traitor and a witch, as the rumor started about Mother shortly after her and Father married. I soon found the answer. They had other plans for me. I, Alexandrea, was to be a pawn of the people I hated most.

July Fifth, the year of Our Lord 464 A.D.

Today I have made a discovery. The Pope had made arrangements for me to marry his favorite godson, Alecto. It is odd that I would marry him for I am a disgrace. There must be something more to this than meets the eye and I am going to find out what it is.

Soon after Father left, I discovered that they had arranged my marriage to the son of a powerful lord in Britain, the fact that the son was the Pope's favorite godchild made the match an odd one. Why would the Pope engage his favorite godchild to a mixed-blooded daughter of a slave?

August Second, the year of Our Lord 464 A.D.

We set sail today. Unfortunately, that dreadful Bishop Germanius is my escort. He tells me that if I behave no harm shall come to me. I think I will be good, for now at least, for I don't fancy taking a swim.

The word on the ship is that once we touch down on Britain, we shall ride to a fort where the commander and his knights shall escort us to the home of Marius Honorius, my future father-in-law. I watch my surroundings with great attention to details for I will remember this and write it down later.

The arrangements were made for me to sail to Britain and spend a few years in my future husband's home before we were married. In August, I sailed in the company of Bishop Germanius. I loathed the Bishop for he was the main accuser of Father's and he pushed for Mother's execution. I do believe that his hatred for my parents must have been from long ago, for, as Mother told me, he was one of her owners, I think it was he that Father took her from. I'm not sure but it made more sense to me then to why he wanted them dead.

Once we touched ground, we made our way towards Hadrian's Wall where the end of one life was final the start of another began.