It's been 300 years now. Humanity has grown from those, at least now, small buildings I once knew, heroes that once existed among us have become legends of the past, colonies fought for liberty, industries with the use of coal were build, great wars were fought and history had been made. During all this time, I been here, in the shadows, but in the light at the same time, unnoticed and noticed by many, and as always, histories were created, histories which turned in legends, legends which turned in myths, myths that been forgotten. I'm still here, living, dying, breathing, understanding. During all these time, cycles were created, cycles of death, war, peace, life itself, it has become easy to understand them. Constantly changing ever so slightly, daily or nightly, not much, but enough to be out of the radar. Finding loved ones, hated ones, friends, enemies, and many more. The only thing that I never really understood of why, why am I here, why was give this........curse, gift? I don't know by now. But why, why! Why does a simple shirt cost 200 dollars!! I means, seriously! It's just white! Heavens sake!
I'm Lucien Patel, I have 327 years and I'm a immortal. And I'm screaming at a cashiers right now.
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Hello Everyone!
I come back to this book with a tiny little, good for a laugh, story. I wanted to apologize for my lack of activity and thank you all for the hundred views I received during this time.
I say goodbye now with a smile on my face, hoping that I made someone laugh, chuckle, giggle, whatever makes you happy. If someone wants to continue this story, it's free to go, I'm sure that it will be great! Goodbye friends!
