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[08 Nov 2008|05:28pm] |
Arria Roman had travelled a long way. Her entire life was pretty much spent travelling and now she was finally going to take things slow. As the moon rose in the Eastern sky, Arria rose from her bed. She hadn't been sleeping, just thinking. She found it was easiest for her to think and dream when she was laying down comfortably. Crossing the hardwood floors of her bedroom, she sat down at the desk infront of the window. Her view looked out over the street she now lived on. It wasn't an amazing view, but it was enough for her.
Reaching into one of the drawers she pulled out a leather bound book and opened it, drawing a pen from a cup on the top right corner of the desk. Pressing the pages open, she put the pen to the paper and began writing.
Sadly, I had to part with my other journal. I simply filled up it's thousands of pages. It wasn't the first journal I've replaced and it surely won't be the last. It seems a fitting time to start a new journal. A new city; a new life. It just begs for it's own book. So to bring you up to speed, m'dear...
Have you ever sat and wondered if what they're teaching children about anceint history is true? I bet you haven't. I wondered it for a while. That is until I decided to go back to school for teaching and I discovered that they are, in fact, getting everything oh so very wrong.
But let me rewind. I tend to get a head of myself sometimes. My name is Arria Roman. No, Roman is not my real last name, but I'm sure that more than half of you wouldn't be able to pronounce it on the first try. Roman is my heritage. It's my roots. I was born around the same time Rome was founded in 753 BC. I don't know how my exact birthdate lines up with the new calendars, but I picked the day April 30th. There's something about the time of year that's just strikingly beautiful.
I lived quite peacefully in the city of Rome for nearly twenty years. I married into a wealthy family at the age of sixteen. Marrying that young was normal in that age, but now its heiracy. Funny isn't it? But back on track. Again, I don't remember the exact date, but sometime in the month of Iunius our village was attacked by a band of outlaws, and amongst them was him.
To this day I don't know his real name. He told me to simply call him Aro. He turned me the night his group of friends attacked our village. He said I was too beautiful for him to not take as his own. And that's just what he did. He stole me away from my husband, from my children, from my life. I lived with him for the next five hundred years, travelling from country to country. I didn't know exactly what we were doing, but I didn't really care. The life I had was ripped away from me and I had had no say in it. Nothing I could have said or done at this point would have mattered.
So I stuck with him. I stuck with him for five hundred or so years. After that I had to leave him. I went to him and told him I was leaving. He didn't try to stop me. He actually encouraged me to break out on my own. He said he was surprised it had taken me that long to do it. He'd expected me to leave two hundred years ago. It wasn't a tearful good bye like I had expected. I may not have respected Aro, but I had loved him as only a fledgling can love their sire. I announced my departure to him, packed my things and left that night.
The next 500 years I spent travelling around Europe, Africa and Asia on my own. Greece, Italy, France, England, Germany, Austria, Russia, China, Korea, India, Egypt, South Africa, Sweden, Switzerland... you name the country and I've more than likely been there. I made many friends in my travels. Some I've run into on more than one occasion and some I haven't seen in hundreds of years. But in my travels I discovered one thing: there is much evil in the world.
Now, don't get me wrong. I'm not trying to be self righteous. "Self righteous vampire" is one of the biggest oxymorons I've ever heard in my life. I like to think of myself as immortal law enforcement. I'm doing what I do because I enjoy it, not because I'm trying to get in good with the big guy. I'm well aware of the fact that that'll never happen. After my 500 years of floating, I decided to take up a life of vindication, one that was adequetly lived. I've only recently decided that maybe it was time to slow down and smell the roses. I still act as the law for my kind, but now I don't go out of my way to find troublesome individuals.
When I thought of the best place to make roots I immediatley thought of Salem, Massachusetts. It'd been long enough since I lived here that I could safely come back and start a new life for myself, so here I am. In good old Salem. It's nice to be back.
[ goddess arria ]
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