by draconianwarrior » Jan 30, 2010 2:36 pm
So you are asking me, young Vampires, which House I belong to? You want to hear my story?
Well, I will tell you, if you wish, but do fetch a glass of wine. We ancients tend to talk long, and you young ones are so impatient!
I was born in the year of the fourth cattle census of King Khnemu-khufwy. Ah, right, I have forgotten, these years, you do have a different system of recording years ... Let it suffice to say that I was born in the mid-3rd century BC in Memphis, the flourishing capital of the Beloved Land, the Black Land, my Egypt. I was born to Hemet and Imhotep, my father indeed a distant descendant of the builder of the very first pyramid. My name was Nofret, and I became a priestess of the goddess of love, Hathor.
Merry were the times of singing and rattling our sistra in the temple ... I was young, I was happy, I was privileged and lived a happy, fulfilled life. As a priestess I was spared the hardships of childbearing and family life that made most women die before they reached thirty years of age ...
Then one day, as I was praying to my goddess, she came to me. Beatiful and majestic, her eyes betrayed an age beyond imagination. Hathor, my goddess, came to me, and offered me eternal life.
What was I to do? My parents were long gone to Imperishable Stars, where only the King could go, but I knew my father would find a way to join him, and I was all alone in the world, save my goddess... It did sound odd when she said she would have to bite me ... but still, to be with my goddess, for all eternity? I was all too happy to agree.
The following years were agony. Hathor had forsaken me, left me all alone in a hostile world and in a condition I did not understand. Ever-thirsty for human blood, I could neither think, nor feel. Many an Egyptian stood trial because of the killing by my fangs, and I felt neither shame nor pity. I cursed my goddess, and knew, deep in the blackness of my soul, there were no gods, just demons to haunt us all.
For almost three thousand years I roamed the surface of the Earth, trying to find peace, wisdom and comfort. I devoted myself to the study of all things human. History, philosophy, languages, religions, psychology ... I knew somewhere, there had to be an answer to who and what I was. Nofret, the Beautiful, I was no more. I restrained my longing for human blood, as much as I could, and tried to feed on murderers and other criminals to calm the conscience that gnawed within me.
When I was about to give up, I met, in a forsaken piece of Earth, a very special woman. Her name was Gaiana, and she was what I was. A blood-craver I used to call it. She was young, but wise and courageous, and her feeling of justice and morality was strong and clear. She had been a part of a community of Vampires, as I learned we were called, and, seeing the ancient knowledge I held, she agreed to accept me into that community, despite me being – as she called it – wild. And when I overcame my habits of old and became a full-fledged member of the Vampiric society, Gaiana even gave me a name, a name that in the language of the wise men of her youth means Reborn. Thus, I became Re-nata.
And that I am, ever since. Reborn to new life and new world, I am Renata, a warrior and keeper of the ancient wisdom of House Gaiana.
That, Vampire youngligs, is my story. These days, I am often gone from New Valencia for long periods of time. I am on quests searching for ancient records, for few in the Vampiric world know their languages, or suspect their location ...
Courtesy * Integrity * Perseverance * Self Control * Indomitable Spirit