February 18,
2355 BC

Dear Reader:

I have decided to begin writing my memoires. Mother has given me this lovely notebook to write in, so I feel as if I must, though I do like the idea that tousands of years after my passing, my descendants will know of who I am. I do not know where I should begin, since today has been rather boring, other than a few random deaths from fights between vampires and mortals. This has been going on for quite some time, now, but Father says it will be over soon. It cannot last long. How could it? We have gotten along so well in the past. But time shall reveal all, non?

Blessed Be,