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**5 months later.**
**Year - 701**
**Age - 4,701**
The rocking of my ship swayed me side to side, or I should say, threw me side to side. From the start of our journey, it had been nothing but bad weather the whole time. And on a ship, bad weather means bad seas, and when there are bad seas, that means a terrible trip. I was currently on the main deck of one of my trading vessels, which I commandeered for my own use. It was one of my middleweight ships that traded spices and fabrics from the Far East to Europe. I was standing by the steering wheel where the captain stood, navigating the large waves as they bashed into the ship's hull like large hammers. Thankfully, the rain had finally stopped… for the moment.
After a few minutes of the salty sea air, I went back under to my small cabin, where Jane and Julius were inside the blackened room. Stepping into the small, candlelit room, I could see them reading books at a small table and bench that were nailed down to keep the user, or the table and bench, from flying across the cabin along one side. Taking off my coat, now soaked with seawater, I hung it on a small peg placed by the door for this very use. Julius looked up from his crudely made book and asked, "What did the captain say?" Sitting down next to him, I replied, "We should be there tomorrow by midday." All of us couldn't wait to finally be back on dry land, where we weren't constantly being thrown around by the ocean, and the smells of a ship didn't help our senses—a bad smell for regular humans is worse for us. And the wooden cages of small animals we had prepared for the journey stank as well.
Before the voyage, we had prepared a few wooden cages for rabbits that Julius and I had caught, so on the voyage, we wouldn't risk them getting thirsty before we reached land and needed to find something else to quench their thirst. Just then, the ship rocked backward and then forward. The cages that held the rabbits slid along the floor with their inhabitants inside. After a few seconds, the ship returned to its natural heavy sway. Grabbing one of the scrolls from one of my bags, I read through its contents. Once I read through the scroll about a medical theory, where it was believed that removing the pinky toe could cure kidney stones, my mind wandered to how I obtained this scroll and most of the others I owned.
I took them from the Library of Alexandria before Julius Caesar accidentally burned it to the ground. In the chaos, I may or may not have led a wagon train of empty wagons to the library's main door. While everyone ran away from the approaching threat of Julius Caesar and his fleet of ships, I, at full speed, emptied a large chunk of the library before the fire from the docks spread to it. Once I filled the train with as much as I could, I headed back to Rome and put them in my villa. However, over 90,000 scrolls take up more space than you might think, so I ended up placing them in my banks for safer storage. Once I moved to England, I had them carefully moved to the main bank, where I would go every few weeks to exchange the scrolls. The scrolls were made of different types of materials, including papyrus, leather, parchment, and rudimentary paper, which could be hard to keep in good condition. The good thing about my banks, where I store the scrolls, is that deep underground is the perfect place to preserve objects. It's not too hot or cold, and it's away from the elements.
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Once again, the ship rocked forward and then backward hard, sending the cages sliding across the ground again. But this time, when one of the three cages passed, I swear I heard one of the rabbits screaming. Or maybe that was just my imagination; I have never been good at being cooped up in small places. Once the ship settled, I decided to get some sleep, to hopefully make this hellish trip go faster. Standing up, I walked to one of the hammocks and got comfortable. As I swayed with the waves of the ship, I went over the plans that Julius, Jane, and I had come up with.
The most important thing is to find a way for Julius and Jane to combat Chelsea's mind manipulation because I knew for a fact that as soon as Aro found out or saw what their abilities were, he would go to great lengths to get them on his side. Julius alone might be one of the strongest vampires to ever live, which made me wonder what happened to him in the movie. Someone with his alignment and belief to not murder innocent people for their blood would have made him perfect to be with the Cullen family, so what happened to him? This is a quandary I have thought about many times, and over and over again, I came to the same conclusion: Julius probably ended his own life rather than kill humans. That conclusion stemmed from Julius's biggest fear—to become a monster.
At first, Julius thought he had become a monster. The call to human blood he felt confirmed it to him. But when I showed him he could survive on animal blood, it proved otherwise. Kicking my brain back on track, we weren't sure how we might be able to shield their minds from the mental abilities that Chelsea possessed, other than a vampire who might possess a shield ability. I thought about giving them my blood, but I realized that it's the chip in my grey matter that protects my mind from mental abilities, and my blood wouldn't have the same effect.
The plan we came up with was to find an old friend of mine, an Egyptian named Amun, who I'm sure at the moment is very angry at a group of vampires who killed his whole coven in front of him. We weren't sure if he would even have anything or know something that could help us. But he was the only vampire that I really knew besides the Volturi, Romanians, or Julius and Jane. Of course, I knew other covens existed across Europe and Asia, but I never had any contact with them. I was always happy to let them do their own thing as long as they left me alone to do mine.
And I'm currently hoping that Amun might still be angry at the Volturi for what happened so that he would be willing to help. But I also wasn't optimistic either. From what I remember, the mental scars of seeing his coven torn to bits made Amun incredibly afraid of angering the Volturi, sending him and the surviving members of his coven into hiding, not even shadows of their previous selves. I was also hoping that they would still even remember me; it had been a few thousand years since I last came into contact with them, so the probability that they still remembered me was slim, but hey, we can hope…right?
Slowly, with the gentle sway of the ship and the hammock, my eyelids slowly drooped until they completely closed, and I was asleep.