This is my new story. So I own everything I write.


I stared at myself in the mirror. I was sitting on the floor. My reflection mocked me.

I am seventeen. My curly brown hair hangs to the middle of my back. My eyes are bright but they aren't a solid color. They are a blue green with a dark blue rim and brown streaks through the middle.

I am an Immortal.

I have been for at least five hundred years. I can't remember anything before 1492. All I remember is that I was living in France and I woke up in the middle of the woods. I have no idea what happened to me. Except that somewhere, there is someone like me that holds the key.

And somewhere else there is someone who wants me dead. But how do you kill someone who can live forever? I personally haven't met another immortal for three hundred years. That's when I found out who I was. I mean I got some of my memory back, just not anything really before 1492. I know basically who I am now. I am Evolet, and I am immortal.

I am nothing like the vampires and werewolves that still walk the Earth. I am much different. In most ways I am better. For I have no boundaries. I am everything. I do not need blood like the vampires, or the constant need for food like the normal shape shifter or werewolves. I can live without food or water or even air for an immeasurable amount of time.

I am Evolet the Wanderer.