The first thousand years-

I never made it to my original destination.

I didn't even make it halfway through Ukraine before a large nomadic tribe found me, or rather, they found me and tried to kill me.

Something about "demon spirit" or something, I wasn't really listening to them at the moment because I was too busy dodging their spears.

After they ran out of things to throw at me I was finally able to speak to them.

I knew that if I wanted to I could have killed them all in a matter of seconds. With my speed and strength, it would have been like stepping on ants.

But I haven't lost my morality just yet, and they were more than likely just afraid of me.

A strange-looking man with white hair and pale skin shows up out of nowhere, I would have done the same if I was in their sandals.

I tried to speak with them, but English isn't a language yet.

Thankfully an older man came from the back of the group and approached me.

He was probably in his early to mid thirties, but compared to the rest of the group he was the oldest; the others were in their teens to early twenties.

He stopped about fifteen feet in front of me and I was able to get a better look at him.

The man was only around 5'6 with long dark brown hair, tanned skin, and a bone necklace around his neck.

It turned out he was the leader of the group.

His name was Yonada.

It took me around a week to become semi-fluent in their language, Thanks to my better intelligence.

I wasn't a genius or anything with a perfect memory, but it was like my Brain could keep information better, instead of it going in one ear and right out the other.

The tribe was around one hundred and twenty in total.

Exept only around forty of them were men able to fight. The rest were the old, women, and children.

They were a nomadic tribe always moving from northern Ukraine in the summer then they moved south during winter.

The reason they tried to kill me, was that they had never seen someone like me before, as in someone so pale and with white hair.

Everyone in the tribe had darker hair from browns to blacks. They also had tan skin not pale skin like mine.

It made me a curiosity of the tribe's people.

But after a few days of me hunting and bringing back two or three deers or boars a day, I had guys wanting me to marry their daughters.

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But I passed on that.

Other than that, everything was great.

I became a hunter and tanner of the Shoma tribe.

My skills in both gave me a good amount of respect and standing among the tribe.

Every now and then we would come into contact with smaller tribes, some friendly and wanting to trade, and others looking to fight and kill all the men and take the women. But with the size of our tribe, they just tried to avoid us.

So for the next ten years, I stayed with the tribe.

But eventually, life started to get boring in the tribe. It was a routine that never changed north during the summer and south during winter.

Always the same trees and mountains to look at, never anything new.

So I finally decided to leave before people started to wonder why I don't age and start thinking of me as a god or something.

As I left, I traded the leader of the village fifteen pelts for a donkey that I named Berry.

And off we went, me and my donkey, from tribe to tribe and village to village. I traveled learning new languages and experiencing new cultures.

Most tribes were friendly and curious about my looks but some were hostile and wanted nothing to do with me.

I didn't mind, any time a tribe was hostile I would simply walk away.

As I traveled I would constantly collect animal hides from my kills and tan them while I traveled.

With these pelts, I would trade for other items sometimes for different pelts or in bulk for an ox, horse, or another donkey.

And before I knew it I had around 4 donkeys, 6 horses, and an ox I named Eddie.

Eddie normally pulled a small cart I made for my heavier items like some sparkling fool's gold rocks I found in a river and my tools.

The horses carried my pelts in sacks on their sides. Berry and his new donkey friends would carry my smaller items like any carvings I made or herbs I found.

Eventually, I made my way to Africa.

But unfortunately, that was a very bad idea. And I mean bad.

Because I was the first white person that an African tribe had ever seen and they thought of me as an evil spirit coming to consume their souls.

So they would try to kill me or word me off with chants.

And anytime I was seen by a tribe they would try to kill me.

So me and my animals decided to head back north.

And just like this, time passed with more tribes and villages I would trade with.

Time just seemed to slip by.

It really amazed me when I would check my system and see that years passed when it only felt like a few months.

and at some point, I just stopped looking at my system and just started enjoying life and the incredible places I could find myself at. One of my favorites is Mount Everest. Seeing it in the distance so high and mighty sent shivers down my spine at the sight. I haven't climbed it yet, but I will, It's only a matter of time. And I have unlimited time.

Every now and then people would join me on my travels but would slowly wither away and die while I stayed forever young.

For a long time, it was hard to watch as it happened.

But after Berry and Eddie passed I just became numb to the loss and just started seeing it as a natural cycle of life. we live, then we die. Except me and the soon-to-be vampires.

And for six hundred years I traveled and traded. From what will become France all the way to China or to India. Letting the days and years slip by like water through open fingers.

I learned every language I could, storing it away deep into the archive of my mind.

Every now and then I would have to fight off some wolves or small parties of men wanting to kill me and take my goods. Any time the wolves came I gained new pelts, and anytime men came for my goods, then the wildlife would eat good off of their bones.

Killing men wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. Of course I felt bad most of the time I did it, but, if you chose to do bad things, expect the worst to happen to you.

Most of the time when I killed them, they never even knew what killed them or that they even died at all.

Snapping their necks was the easiest and quickest way to end them.

I never held it against them. most of the time they didn't have much of a choice, either they killed me, and survive off of my goods for years or they starved to death.

Most of the time I wouldn't even kill them and instead, I would let them join me. of course after giving them all a good beating.

I would show some how to herd and for others, I would teach a trade. showing them how to carve wood.

Or I would show them the use of certain herbs and the best way to use them. Most of the time they would leave at a village putting their new skills to good use and starting new lives.

While I like always move on to the next destination.