15th May – 3923bc
The evening sun rests on my face, as I take a gleeful walk around Paris. I stroke the wood walls of many different buildings. The dirt from the road makes my shiny black boot dirty. I grumble in disgust.
I walk to the newly built wooden wall, and look up at the spiked top of each pillar. I smile, and then continue to walk. I walk back to the centre of Paris, undisturbed. The city is silent in the dark. We rely on the moon as the light source at dark hours.
I hear the sound of running footsteps. A young man runs up to me.
"If you're a criminal, I'll let you know that I'm immortal and I am the rule of France." I say, tiredly. I have been confronted by many criminals before.
"No, Sir, I am not a criminal. I am the Science Advisor's son, and I have come to tell you that he has come across a breakthrough!" He says, panting. He looks at me with gleaming blue eyes.
"Ah, you must be Ambrose." I say, smiling at the teenager. "Your father has told me all about you."
We continue to converse, as we stroll the quiet streets of Paris. We eventually arrive at Jean-Paul's house. It is quite a large house, still a bungalow, but larger than the average citizens house.
Ambrose opens the door, and Jean-Paul stands there, looking at me.
"Sir, I have come across a breakthrough!" He says, with a bewildered look on his face. He shows me a curved stick; with a straight piece of string in-between it. "I call it, a bow!" He says, looking at me with a smile.
"And… what is it used for, then?" my patience wearing thinner by the minute. Jean-Paul senses this, and he ushers me out into the road. He pulls out a sharpened stick, and rests it upon the bow. He then pulls on the string, let's go, and the stick goes flying away, well over the walls. My jaw drops open.
"That is fantastic, Jean. I assume this can be equipped for warriors?" I say, taking the bow and admiring it.
"Ah, sir, that is the problem. The warriors build is too 'strong' for this fragile piece of weaponry. We need to train a whole new division of military units for this weapon. In fact, I have already started planning ahead. We could call them 'Archers'! Ambrose is fantastic with a bow, and is eager to enlist." Jean-Paul exclaims. I nod in agreement.
"We need a place to train these archers, though… how about, in the light time, I meet up with Marco the Military Adviser, and command him to train some young men with these archers, out in the fields." I say, followed by Jean-Paul's nodding.
"Then it's settled. Great work, Jean, and have a good night." I say, smiling. "And good night Ambrose." I say, eyes twinkling.
As I walk off, I think about Ambrose. He is clearly aging, and eventually Jean-Paul will have to face Ambrose's death. No father should ever have to watch his son's demise. This is part of the reason I have decided not to have children.