The curse from long ago(Fruk)

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I continued to walk back to my post when suddenly I felt something painful. "Nooooo!" I heard Francis yell. I looked down and saw a huge sword had impaled me. I turned around, shocked, and began to cough up blood. It was not going to kill me but damn this hurt like hell. "Why would you do that!" Francis ran toward us. One of the French soldiers stabbed me, and he was mad about it. "He is the enemy?" The soldier said confused.

Francis then proceeded to kill the soldier, and I looked at him spitefully. I began to pull out the sword, and I was glad no one saw it... Although... I am full of blood now. "Why would you do that?" I asked, annoyed. "He stabbed you!" Francis yelled at me. "And I would have lived! You are such an idiot!!! Do you want to act like a heartless monster? That's fine but I don't want to see any of it," I hissed.

"I'm leaving now!!! I hope the next time we meet... In whatever century it is..... I hope you changed by then," I said sadly. His face stopped scolding and it went soft. His eyes widened at me, and I turned my back on him. He was such an idiot.... Killing people so easily like that is going to take a toll on his mind.

"Arthur, wait...." He suddenly said. I turned around to look at him, and he looked sad. It surprised me, and I immediately stopped in my tracks to look at him. The way he stood there like that took my mind way back, and I felt a tear leave my eye. God, I just wanted it to be like before... Maybe we could have changed something? Been better friends with each other? Not have gone out that day? Been nicer to each other?

Anything?

Why did it have to be like this? "What..." I responded. "Don't be such an idiot all the time... But if you are..... then I know our paths will cross again..." he spoke softly. He turned his back to me and began to walk back to his front, and I did the same.

Once I made it back, people saw me and began to freak out. "What happened?" The other medic asked. "It is someone else's blood....don't worry," I lied. I smiled at them and began to help all the injured people waiting for help.

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That was the last time I saw Francis during that century... It has been a while since we have seen each other and sometimes I get worried and want to find him. However, I'm worried another fight could break loose.

To my surprise, living this long... I've seen so much happen in human history. I look at "old" textbooks and can say I was there. I write journals about major advances in human history, wars, and all types of things.

Believe me when I say that there have been so many wars. I've started to become very anti-war and wish many people would stop. I've become very anti a lot of things. All the atrocities that happened throughout history are terrifying, and there were points that I wish I didn't live through it.

Living day in and day out has become very tiresome. To be frank... I want to die already. I've lived more lives than anyone, I have gotten a lot of education and careers, and even then, that wasn't enough for me to be happy. I had everything in the world, yet it dragged on forever.

I would look at myself in the mirror and wasn't the same anymore. I may have looked the same, but I was different. I didn't know what else I could do to be happy. I had lots of money and owned a nice house. I lived in multiple countries and have to pop out of nowhere sometimes constantly.

I wanted to see Francis; he was the only one that could feel what I was feeling. The only one I could go to for chats and the only one I missed the most. I would see stories of him in history books of what a great French soldier he was in many lives.

He would take on names in his name to make it seem like he had children so he could blend in. There were so many things I wanted to say to him.

I wasn't sure if he was even ready to see me in the first place. My long-time friend and I couldn't speak to him. Don't get me wrong when I say I realize that he was ruthless in the past, but I hope he has changed a lot.

Although there were times I realized I was fighting for the wrong side. I still wanted to help the wounded people that had suffered. It wasn't their fault their government made them go to war.

I am six hundred and eighteen years old, and I'm starting to think if I should stop counting. Maybe it would be easier to forget about the life I had before. My brothers... My nieces and nephews.... Francis and his sister...

I missed having a family; maybe that's what's missing. Maybe if I fell in love, it might help my sadness. However, I wouldn't be able to do that. They would find out I didn't age at all... And I've tried sleeping with women, nothing serious. However, I've thought if maybe I tried sleeping with men, I'd feel better.

Imagine that? It took centuries for me to realize I liked men as well. However, that topic is especially forbidden.... Maybe I could find someone when it becomes more acceptable? If it does...

I hope it does only because a lot of things have changed. I mean... Women don't wear corsets anymore!! That was a mind blower but go them!! I'm happy for them.