The story of a Time Keeper

The year is 2013 on planet earth; this earth isn’t the one that you would be used too. You see I come from a place where diseases are a myth, war is a bedtime story and weakness was something taken away years ago. I come from a place where mankind is stronger, faster and more intellectual then any historical genius. The idea of parallel universes in your society is a thing of entertainment and theorists, but where I come from the thought of other dimensions are somewhat public. We discovered your universe an eon ago when your kind where just leaving their caves and shielding their eyes from the bright star you have as an anchor for your universe.

 

I wish to explain I am dead but I am also alive. I am old but also young. I am a god and a mortal. These aren’t possible in your world but I was there the day your kind met their gods. I have been named Loki, Anubis and Apollo. different religions have had different experiences with me. But now my kind have given up on your disgraceful race and left you to your own devices, I know this is not a good idea. Your race is still young but I am sure with guidance your race could be the rulers of the whole of your reality. So here I stay a bright light for your kind to follow. You will stumble, you will fall and I will be there to help you to your feet, brush the dust from your clothes and point you in the right direction. I will be there for you successes and your failures. Those that strife for brilliance will hear my voice guiding you and those that try to destroy this brilliance will feel the full force of my wrath.

 

I have begun to have so many clashing feelings about your race. I love you like a father loves his offspring. But at the same time I feel superior to your race I lived longer than any civilization and will continue to keep the same age until the end of your existence. Your kind think me immortal but I know differently. I was nearly killed by the first pope when he tried to christen me. What your kind knows as “holy water” my kind knows as hydrochloric acid. Afterwards your pope claimed to have “cleansed me of all my demons and sin” I would have protested but I was still trying to grow my vocal cords back. As your kind has grown your hatred for me and your knowledge of my weaknesses has grown with it.

 

I remember the time I first met the Hunters a secret cult that believes that I will bring the end of your race. I had just saved a group of twenty people from the great fire of London and I felt an agonizing sensation in my side as I glanced down I noticed a broadhead protruding from my ribs as I tore my skin and released the arrow from my rib cage I realized what had just hit me. It was a silver tipped arrow. Somehow they had figured out that my race is highly allergic to that material, your kind used  to use it against your own kind as a ‘defence’ against evil but that all changed when you realised it worked on me that was the day I died.