2nd January – 3900bc
It's early in the morning, and I am sat at my desk in my personal office. I read a long letter of request from a citizen, who requests that mines are set up on the hills outside of Paris. She mentions many valuable arguments, such as a need for new jobs. Unemployment is at an all time low, and jobs are desperately needed. Plus, the extra production would be perfect right now; even more projects are underway. I place the letter on the other side of my desk, which I have called "Accepted Ideas". Only one other letter is on the Accepted side, and that was for the monument which has already been built. I then take the next letter, and open it up.
A shrill scream from the western side of the city disrupts my reading. In a state of worry, I exit my palace and do a steady run to the screams origin. A woman runs out onto the road, and runs toward me.
"My lord! There is a… a 'foreigner'! He has walked into our city!" She says, loud enough for the citizens on the other side of the city to hear. A young man, equipped with an axe, runs out of an ally way and stares at me. I usher the young woman behind me.
"Greetings, friend. We mean no harm." I say, gesturing toward the man. He says something in a different dialect, but I can still understand him. "Where are you from, traveller?" I ask, ushering him toward me.
"I am from the great city of Beijing." He says, ruffling his jet black hair. I stare at the young man.
"Come with me." I say, sternly. I grasp his arm, and bring him to my palace. Crowds of worried citizens watch me, and I simply shout "Nothing to see". As I enter my office, I am presented with my advisors. I sit him down across from me.
"Welcome to the great city of Paris, the capital city of France. I am Napoleon Bonaparte, the immortal leader of France." I say, in a polite manner. He sits there, in torn clothes, looking at me. He seems to be shivering.
"Mikael, get our guest a new change of clothing?" I tell my personal servant, who runs to my bedroom. He brings back a nice set of trousers.
"Greetings. I am Xi Jing, of China, led by Queen Wu Zetian." Xi says, staring at me. "I am awfully sorry to disturb the peace. I was part of a scouting party, to discover new lands for the Chinese settlers. However, a large group of, what we call, 'barbarians' attacked us. I was the only survivor." He says, wiping a tear from his cheek.
"Ah, it was you I saw by the river." I mention, and Xi nods in confirmation. "We will grant you refuge here. In a few months, we will have a new division of spearmen to protect the city. Our warriors will escort you back to China. I will personally come with you, and I can meet this 'Wu Zetian'. Tell me, is she Immortal?" I ask Xi, on the edge of my seat.
"Yes, she is." Xi says, looking at me.