"I decided to visit this place, one that I had never been to before. It was south of my current position. Traveling by horse back in a large group, I made my way into the humid climates under the pulsating sun. 'What is a woman doing her?' and 'She'll get herself killed' could be heard all around me. I was traveling alone, so no one could believe me. 'I'm visiting a friend.' I said often. The area I was traveling through would in the future be called Central America. That's where I first met him...in this life.
He wasn't anything special. He was under six feet tall with cropped black hair and eyes like Death. Something right away caught my attention about him. I felt like I knew him. What drew me to him, I'd never known. He followed me, keeping at a distance. Into what would later be called Rio de Janeiro, I found him. Who was he? I attempted to avaid him, and yet, I never could.
Why? I attempted to run. I hid. It never worked.
Fate."
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