November 31st, 1452.
It was a cold, wet, drear day in the bustling city of Paris, France.
The women and children of families, small and large, stifled their cries of agony with the skirts of their long dresses. They waved dirty rags and handkerchiefs and screeched their pained goodbyes at the top of their lungs as they watched their husbands, brothers, and sons leave on their voyage to the new world.
They screamed and cried until they were so hoarse they could barely utter out a simple vowel. Tears streaked down their dirt and coal smudged faces, and some of the sickly ones would dab their eyes with the same dirty, stained, almost brown cough and snot rags.
These were the hard times. The painful times. Plagues and illness spread quickly. These were times when people knew no better, and tossed their wastes into the streets.
One little boy, one well dressed, washed face, clean body, and purely healthy stood in the balance of the chaos of tears and despair.
The young boy was an outcast, though he was royalty. He was said to have been fathered by a God, and mothered by a human woman. The boy was always a happy, hyper, chipper, prankster of a lad. All the way up through his teens he was jokester and; dare I speak these words; a womanizer.
Eight years later, when the boy was eighteen, he was cheated of his life and because of his powerful deity of a parent, he was given the chance to live again, but his heart would never beat, he would never eat, he would be immune to opposing forces, and would never, ever, die. He would live only as an entity.
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