As a knight from a fallen kingdom I suppose I should be dead ,but I might as well confess that it was I who made the kingdom fall in the first place. As for that I received a punishment far worse than death I was cursed with eternal life.
I suppose in the beginning it wasn't so bad not dying, not aging. But it truly became a curse when I realized the consequences of what that meant. No longer could I fall in love or have a home without watching those around me wither and die; nor stay in one city or village for more then two years unless I wanted to be labeled a witch.
So for centuries I've wandered thieving and hiding away from what I once was.
Never did I imagine that if I were to travel back to those ruins that I had a hand in creating, would there be a kingdom back in its place. Yet staring back at me is a bustling town square when I only knew of rubble and ash in its place.