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I have decided its not the best that I start with My Human life, as I will have you here all day I know I have all the time in the World, but you My kind and dear friend do not, and I have done a lot in 2037 years So I will start with how I was Created It was during my travels through Roman Gaul, that I met a Celtic man by the name of Mael, with long black hair, a pale complexion (and he was not yet a vampire), a hawk nose which reminded me very much of a bird, and large red lips, one night while sitting in a bar in Massalia. This man, came to speak to me of Egypt and knowledge. I later found out this man was on a assignment by his people, Druids, to search out who would be their next God. A new God was wanted because the old one had met with a catastrophe and was burnt. Too weak, the Druids needed a new God. So, Mael had discovered Me, and unknown to me had followed me for a while to be sure that I would make the perfect God. He was looking for someone not only fit in body, but extraordinary in mind. Me, being the intelligent man I was and still am, proved to be the one Mael wanted. I already knew Egyptian speaking and legend. Also, I was Celtic like they were. I assumed that I and Mael were alone yet I was wrong. I was hit in the head from behind while speaking to Mael, which makes me believe that there was someone working with him, who i do not know. I fainted and was later woken in a cart traveling through the woods. I was taken by the Druid men to their wooded home, locked away lest I escape. It was while imprisoned that Mael became My teacher, instructing me in the Druid ways. I learned myths, songs, and legends. All of it was preparation for being a Druid God. At the time I loathed Mael but yet saw him as My only 'friend.' Though, no real friendly bond formed. I hated Mael and Mael frequently teared up with pride. As I was taught, My hair was also made to grow long. On the night of Samhain, which begins October 31st and ends November 1st, I was taken from the hut in which I was held and secretly taken to the festival grounds. Hidden from view of anyone, I was led to a massive oak. Inside was My maker. My maker, the God of the Grove, a horribly burnt being, had a new task for Me. He wanted Me to escape with him to Egypt so that together we could solve the mystery of what occurred to bring about the terrible fire that consumed him and burnt his flesh, leaving him in so much pain. My making was ritual like with the exchange of blood going back in forth. As blood was shared, the God of the Grave gave to Me all of his knowledge. My making was a painful affair, unlike others, I was frequently too weak and too in pain to move. But, finally, I was a vampire. Brought out of the tree, I was taken to the festival grounds and shown to the rest of the Druids. Then, in another ceremony, I was fed the bodies of criminals, those condemned to death. I have to admit I enjoyed this very much, gathering all the strength necessary to make my escape. Unfortunately, my maker was fed to the fire before we could run away together, so I went alone to Egypt.
