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My my how the years have changed things. So much has changed since I went to sleep I hardly know whats happened to the world. And yet so many things remain the same. The nights still dark, and so are the souls of those who dwell in it. It seems I've awakened to politics as usual in this dark and dangerous world of ours. The Invictus seem to have taken over since my day but thats hardly surprising, though usually that signals a change in leadership rather than a change of heart and/or mind. speaking of those old days...
What a refresher Paris was to me after my youth spent on the farm. You can't imagine what it was like to suddenly realize how large and glorious the world is after it had seemed so small and dirty for so many years. Or maybe you can. Thats not for me to say. But I do know that I'll never forget Paris or the time I spent there so long ago. But then, that was before I realized how cruel life could really be. The war years were hard on me but they did make me into a man, as wars tend to do to young boys. I lost a lot of blood, not only my own, but all of my fathers and brothers as well, along with the rest of the nation. Thank god it finally ended. Thats the Civil war to you youngsters out there with no sense of history. I know your wars seem just as important to you, but trust me when I say this one was harder. It was right in your own back yard, literally. Thank god, or whoever it ended before everything was taken from me. And thank god for Josephene. If not for her I'd certainly be dead by now, of course. She freed me from one hell and brought me into another though, it seems. Politics now, always politics. Oh well, its not as though there were no good years.
Then the bigwigs ask us to head on back down to my old mortal haunts. Heck yeah! It'll be nice to get the hell away from this damn big ass cesspool of lies, corruption, and backstabbing. Open country air will clear my head, and I'll get to be close to home. Atlanta was a pretty good opportunity for us. Plenty of room to spread out and make some money, unimpeded by about a million other "entrepreneurs". We did pretty darn well for ourselves in those days between the "Great" war (don't see whats so great about a war) and then the next one. Seems like thats all mortals seem to know how to do. If things get boring, or people are poor and need some one to kick, they start a war and start killing each other for the hell of it. I guess we're really no better, except we have a lot more time on our hands to do it in. But as I was saying, things were going pretty good. We got Anthony on the throne, and everything was falling into place. I shoulda known it wouldn't last. The other Carthians might have had a good old time of it right around then but I went through my own personal hell. I'll never know exactly what happened to Josephene. I know that now. But my gut will always tell me what I had feared would happen did. I knew it was a bad idea for her to hole up in that old plantation house of my mothers. I knew the wolves would get her, sooner or later. But she never would listen to me. God if only she'd have listened. I've been up one side of the county and down the other looking for any sign of her, but I know I'll never find her again in this unlife. I guess some things you just "know". I didn't really get out as much after that, hanging more and more around the old house, hoping that whatever had come to get Josephene would come back and try a crack at me. I would have given any thing for a chance at revenge. But it never happened and I slowly drifted towards the inevitable sleep. I just didn't feel up to the challenges of embracing the ever changing society of mortals we all must mimic. I made one last desperate attempt, but it was already to late. I couldn't understand this new generation, their music or their ideas. I felt like I had become the establishment, and I knew it was time for a rest. So I packed away my things and called it a night.
I guess that catches me up to where we are now. I'm awake again now, and I feel a bit younger I guess, a bit less set in my ways. I smell freshness in the air again, and I think its time for me to poke my head out the hole I've been hidden away in, and take a look about, if only to see how the world has got on without me.
