The First Journal

PROLOGUE.

In the shadowed annals of time, amidst the sands of Egypt, lies a tale veiled by millennia; The story of a scribe and chief advisor named Nerferti Amunet. Her ink-stained fingers danced upon papyrus scrolls, her counsel echoing in the hallowed chambers of Queen Hatshepsut's court. A guardian of secrets, one who whispered of wisdom; she stood as an instrument that shaped the policies and decisions of an empire.

Yet, dear reader, do not let her prestigious position at court deceive you. Nerferti was a soul of humility, etching her name not in gold but in the enduring ink of compassion. Her generosity flowed as boundless as the Nile itself, and her heart beat in rhythm with the struggles of those less fortunate.

Now, as the veils of time part, I uncover before you a treasure hidden for a thousand years - her journals. Within these brittle pages, penned with reverence, lies the tapestry of her life. These are the last vestiges of her existence, the fragile remnants that reveal her deepest secrets, her most profound musings.

Herein lies the chronicle of a life lived through epochs, but it is not just a recounting of history. No, it is a tale of the enigma that shrouded her in the twilight of her days—a struggle with immortality, a profound reckoning with the rise and fall of her humanity.

Prepare, dear reader, to embark on a journey through time; the root of Vampirism, a word so weak, for within these pages, Nerferti's words will paint a world where the sands of Egypt whisper secrets and the echoes of ages past resonate in every stroke of the quill. In her journals, you shall discover not only her story but a reflection of how this curse came to be, standing defiant against the unforgiving march of time.