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| − | Once upon a time people lived and died in the villages and small towns where they were born and between those times they never went more than many five miles from their homes.
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| − | That was me. I was born, I lived, and a I died in the small Irish village where I was born. But I did not stay dead, and after I died I traveled a good distance more than 5 miles from where I was born.
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| − | Set on one night while crossing a field, throat torn out, blood gulped down by a ravenous monster.
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| − | I would have died, as so many other girls like me had died, but for the fact I could sing. Like an Angel. Like a Demon.
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| − | that night I became what I am, not yet nine years old with forever stretching out in front of me. There were issues, politics, and we had to leave Ireland and Britain. We traveled the Continent, me a little song bird. I met other children in similar situations. A young boy named Wolfgan Motzart. I hear he came to a bad end. However, perhaps a decade after I became kindred, my Sire's past caught up with her. She was punished through me. I took some offence at that, as if I were a favorite toy to be taken away. However I had little time to be offended for I was injured near to death and then dumped into some crypt where I languished in torpor, forgotten, as decades piled upon decades.
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| − | And now I have been awoken in a new era.
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| − | I don't like it.
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| − | The English are taken with this thing called 'childhood'. Before, if I was polite and clever I was treated an an adult. Now, polite and clever are hardly important as I am a child, to be seen and not heard.
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| − | I don't care for it and I do not think I will stand for it.
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