I have roamed this earth since it’s creation, my prison, my shelter, my exile. Oh but it was hundreds of years before I knew the truth. I remember it all made sense to Emily when I told her that the old woman from New Orleans had told me the truth. Mora, my old maid, Father sent her, she too was banished in a way. Sent to tell me the truth, to protect me when she could, to bring me home when it was time.

But before she came I wandered and after she came I wandered some more. I was cold, harsh. My life had changed me, I loved no one. I cared for nothing.

I have had a thousand names, a million faces. I have been Queen, Warrior, Goddess, Slave, Mother and more. I have been the bringer of life and the bringer of death. I have made weak men Kings, poor men rich and rich men poor. I am in every piece of history. I carved my way through the world, heartless, merciless. You know me, I have touched everyone’s lives for thousands of years. Later I will tell you, all of it. For now just know that I’ve lived, always, searching for home.

I was angry, bitter, but even more so when Mora found me and told me the truth. I was put here to protect me, to protect my home from me, I wasnt ready to go home she said. I had her beaten, tortured for weeks, still she would not let me return. I would have killed her, but she was my only way home. It was  seven hundred years before I saw her again, this time as Cassidy. Oh I would have found her sooner but my father betrayed me. He took my immortality and replaced it with the gift of rebirth. Gift, what kind of gift makes you forget all you love, all you are.

I died the first time, after living forever, in 1813.

I found love. After a hundred lifetimes, I found peace. I was a wealthy widow and respectable member of the ton when I met George in 1736. His rakish charm and dominating ways won my heart completely. He was the most like Glorian than anyone I had ever met. For once in ages, it was I who chased and schemed to get him. It was well worth it! In 1739 we were married, and retired to his country estate in Sussex.  We raised five children there. And so my life was happy for many years. However as time when by George aged and I didn’t, while my family knew the truth but hardly believed, that I would live forever. I out lived George but was peaceful when he died, we had a full happy life together with beautiful children and grandchildren.

After his death our son Michael took control of the estate and I went to live with my youngest son Chandler. It was twenty years after that when trouble came. I did not age, how could this be! The townsfolk, the priest! My family began to get shunned, my grandchildren having trouble at school and so I did the unthinkable. I prayed. I prayed and prayed for the safety of my family. I prayed to my Father, my Mother, Glorian, myself. And Father heard. On March 4th 1813, I died of a fever.

I was reborn a hundred times, never remembering my life before. Until Cassidy remembered Ava….