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-**[[http://​www.alternatehistory.com/​discussion/showpost.php?​p=1839445&​postcount=284|Francis (born 1854)]]**+**[[https://​www.alternatehistory.com/​forum/threads/​1/​post-1839445|Francis (born 1854)]]**
  
 I was born in the year 1854, so relatively young for the immortals of the world. I was abandoned as a child after my father died in the Eureka stockade incident. I was left in the care of one of my fathers friends with only the name of Francis to me. I remember little about this time, despite the fact that I had photographic memory.The next clear memory is that of a woman I met by the name of Matilda, she was travelling through Ballarat when I was 13 and I was immediately ensnared by her beauty, I left home to go to Sydney because she said she was going there.I looked for her for a year before I accepted that I would never see her again. Not knowing the way back, I went into the wild and, despite my misgivings; befriended and later joined an Aboriginal tribe that had never seen a white man before. I travelled around the tribes for a few years before I found that I was different.On one of my first kangaroo hunts, a tribesman accidentaly threw his spear at me, catching me in the chest. I died immediately.I think that I may have been more surprised then the observers when I coughed up blood and sat up, although I didn't scream and run wildly into the distance. I tried to talk to one of the men that stayed, but he called me something that I believe in his tounge means, "​demon"​.I wandered for a long while in the desert after that before coming to a huge rock that dominated the plains, as I slept in its shade, little did I know that I was the first European to set his eyes on Uluru. I was born in the year 1854, so relatively young for the immortals of the world. I was abandoned as a child after my father died in the Eureka stockade incident. I was left in the care of one of my fathers friends with only the name of Francis to me. I remember little about this time, despite the fact that I had photographic memory.The next clear memory is that of a woman I met by the name of Matilda, she was travelling through Ballarat when I was 13 and I was immediately ensnared by her beauty, I left home to go to Sydney because she said she was going there.I looked for her for a year before I accepted that I would never see her again. Not knowing the way back, I went into the wild and, despite my misgivings; befriended and later joined an Aboriginal tribe that had never seen a white man before. I travelled around the tribes for a few years before I found that I was different.On one of my first kangaroo hunts, a tribesman accidentaly threw his spear at me, catching me in the chest. I died immediately.I think that I may have been more surprised then the observers when I coughed up blood and sat up, although I didn't scream and run wildly into the distance. I tried to talk to one of the men that stayed, but he called me something that I believe in his tounge means, "​demon"​.I wandered for a long while in the desert after that before coming to a huge rock that dominated the plains, as I slept in its shade, little did I know that I was the first European to set his eyes on Uluru.
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