Thousand Year Old Vampire – Prompt #11.2

Many years have passed. Erik was quickly ousted as King and fled back to Norway, I accompanied him of course, but soon grew restless in his court and took to wandering. Cait grew old while I did not, and while she accompanied me on my travels dutifully, eventually she could not keep up.

I left her in the care of a French monastery, who I paid with knowledge, poems, and a not inconsiderable amount of money. I stayed with her for some weeks before she left for a nearby nunnery.

While I did not find myself lacking for food amongst the younger monks, a few of them had the same calming nature as Cait. I learned from them how to settle my own mind with quiet meditation. At least until my hunger grew too strong to ignore.

I started a journal there as I would be alone now and had no one to tell my stories to. I purchased a finely bound volume from the monks and wrote in it of Cait.

As I left the grounds I realised that I have started a new phase, and with the passing of time I should take a new name. I decided to call myself Guiscard the Wanderer.


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